On the long street outside the Prefectural Yamen in Lingnan Prefecture.
Ba Wu looked at Wu Pangzi kneeling on the ground. After a brief pause, he waved the soldiers aside and strode forward.
On the ground, Wu Pangzi saw him approaching and immediately curled himself even lower, his forehead practically pressed against the ground. "My lord, I'll get down lower so it's easier for you to step up. Heh heh."
Without so much as looking at Wu Pangzi, Ba Wu kept his gaze straight ahead, stepped onto his back, and bent down to enter the sedan chair.
The cloth curtain slowly fell, and Ba Wu's voice came from inside. "Let's go."
"Move aside!"
"Stand back!"
Several attendants stepped forward, hands on their sabers, and ordered Wu Pangzi away.
Bracing himself against the ground, he rose somewhat awkwardly and stood outside the two ranks of soldiers, neither calling out again nor approaching.
Before long, the procession moved off, leaving Wu Pangzi standing there alone.
He watched the sedan chair slowly depart, his expression unchanged, showing neither disappointment nor the humiliation and anger of having knelt as a stepping stool.
Wu Pangzi's emotions truly were remarkably steady. In his mind, even now, he had paid no price for this matter, so whether it succeeded or failed, he had lost nothing.
Did kneeling down as a stepping stool count as a price?
Heh heh, that wasn't worth a damn!
Born poor in troubled times, if you didn't learn to kneel, were you supposed to learn to be the emperor instead?
Ah, if Chieftain Lu had understood that, why would those sisters-in-law... need their third brother to console them every day?
On the long street, the soldiers escorting Ba Wu's sedan chair had reached the crossroads.
Only then did Wu Pangzi bend down and