The sky gradually darkened, and the still-unveiled Good Sound Music Workshop was cloaked in darkness, lanterns unlit, looking nothing like a business about to open.
Yang Gong stood in front of his Zuimeng Music Workshop, staring at the building that had suddenly risen across the street, his heart sour with displeasure.
"Where's the Fourth Prince? Why hasn't he arrived? It's almost the hour of Xu; send someone to hurry him along."
Yang Gong was naturally anxious; without the Fourth Prince holding court, the wealthy of the Imperial City would not likely patronize his place.
Little did he know that at that very moment, the Fourth Prince was anxiously waiting at the bedside.
When he heard Yang Gong had sent someone to urge him, he was so angry that he ordered the messenger's legs to be broken.
"Ridiculous! How annoying! Don't they know I'm busy? Send a message to warn that Yang, stop bothering me. If anyone else comes to bother me, I'll break their legs next!"
