"Not?"
When Chen Changan hurried over, he discovered that it wasn't Da Huang at all, but a black dog.
"Your Highness, what isn't?" Mu Yunyao asked, glancing at Chen Changan in confusion.
"Nothing. This isn't the outer grounds of the mansion. How did a black dog get in?" Chen Changan asked one of the servants nearby.
At Chen Changan's words, the servant didn't even bother to look his young master in the eye.
"How would I know?"
"I'm not the gatekeeper," the servant replied impatiently.
"How dare you!"
"How dare you show such disrespect to the Heir Apparent?" Mu Yunyao rebuked him coldly.
"The Heir Apparent?"
"When the Old Prince was alive, sure. But now... does he even deserve the title?"
"Enough. Don't think you can order us around just because you're the Heir Apparent's personal maid. With the Old Prince dead, can he really hold together this vast Town King's Mansion?"
"Can he control those fierce, battle-hardened generals?"
"Besides, who doesn't know that the one in the imperial court has always been eyeing the Town King's Mansion like a tiger stalking its prey?"
"And he still puts on airs in front of us? Instead of wasting his time on that, he'd be better off picking out his own grave."
"No, picking one would be pointless too. He might be left without a whole corpse and tossed straight into the Mass Grave."
Chen Changan, the Heir Apparent of the mansion, had always been sickly and unpopular. With the Old Prince around, everyone had still been afraid to act out.
But now that the Old Prince was dead, who would care about a mere Heir Apparent?
The Heir Apparent had neither trusted aides nor personal guards. In everyone's eyes, he was nothing more than a dying man with a noble title.