She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Jinrong had a full head of official business; no acting was needed at all. He walked out of the imperial palace with a drooping head and a deflated spirit. Hongzhi and Hong Wu hurried forward to lead his horse to meet him. On seeing Jinrong’s rarely seen expression, the two exchanged a glance subconsciously, utterly astonished.

They weren’t too worried about what the emperor might have done to His Highness, because praises from His Majesty were few and far between. It was only since the end of last year, after returning from Yuyuan Prefecture, that the emperor occasionally remarked that Sixth Master’s temperament had become somewhat more composed.

Didn’t Sixth Master enter the palace today to show off those bolts and nuts? Such marvelous, useful items should certainly receive praise from His Majesty the Emperor, so why did Sixth Master come out looking like this?

Hong Wu stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Sixth Master, shall we return to the mansion?"

Jinrong took hold of the reins, cursed irritably, "Return to what mansion! Are those eyes of yours just for venting your anger? Can’t you see I’m in a bad mood? To the tavern. Have someone find Xu Deng and the other lads to come to the Pavilion of the Gathering of Sages and drink with me."

Hong Wu shrank his neck, turned his face away, and made a grimace at Hongzhi before instructing the followers. If Sixth Master still had the mood to scold someone, it seemed the matter wasn’t too serious.

Xu Deng and the others arrived one after another, and seeing His Highness Prince Yu, who was usually carefree, truly in a state of considerable gloom, they wondered curiously. Even after repeated questioning, they couldn’t get to the bottom of it, and if they asked too much, the fellow actually seemed on the verge of losing his temper.