Fugui Building.
The second-largest restaurant in the Imperial City.
Inside a private room in the sixth-floor elegant pavilion.
A lavishly dressed man quietly watched the street below, taking in all the commotion.
Several people stood beside him.
"Your Highness, from his recent actions, it's clear this Marquis Zhonglie has no regard for the Daqian Royal Family."
They had watched with their own eyes as the Zheng Family's household, acting as if no one else existed, had their carriage block the road and pass unimpeded all the way to the prison. They watched right up to the moment the Marquis Zhonglie dramatically draped a snow-white mink cape over his shoulders.
It had to be said, the gesture was truly grand, befitting a tycoon.
For some reason, Fugui Building was closed to the public today, shutting its doors for the day.
Yet, the Eldest Prince was seated here.
