The Orange Prince Wants to Stir Trouble

　　The melodies of bamboo musical instruments could be heard and beautiful dancers dancing could be seen at the Orange Prince's residence, however, he was in no mood to enjoy the beautiful scene.

　　I heard he got even more irritated after and fell to the floor with a loud thud while he had a cup of tea in one hand. I heard he got injured from his fall. The dancers and musicians went pale but they didn't dare to stop playing and dancing. Everybody knows the prince gets angry easily, but you can't show your fear of his rage in front of him or he'd get even angrier.

　　"Get lost!! All of you!!"

　　Everybody in the room felt like they'd just been spared the death penalty at his order and swiftly left the room. There was only one swordsman dressed in white who stayed by his side. That swordsman was none other than the prince's competent a.s.sistant, Hua Shan's leader, Jia Yunfeng.

　　"Who the h.e.l.l is that guy?! How come my men didn't find anything after three days when he found it in the blink of an eye?"

　　The men the Orange Prince sent were Jia Yunfeng's disciples, so he was basically attacking him by saying that.

　　Jia Yunfeng embarra.s.singly said: "There's no need to get angry, your highness. I've looked into that guy. He's just a constable that was recruited by Liu Shan Men recently called Ming Feizhen. Your highness, you know how Liu Shan Men held a recruitment exam recently to reinforce their ranks and show off at the martial arts tournament, so their recruits can't be bad."

　　The Orange Prince slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed: "He's not bad, while your men are f.u.c.king disgraceful! I had Hua Shan, Song Shan and Qing Cheng, three large sects. You were the one that told me your sect could take on three sects, that's why I went and offended the other two leaders. You then came up with the stupid idea of having your disciples disguise themselves as disciples of the Demon Sect and getting them to steal the book from Cha Yuan's home. In the end, you couldn't get the book and even disgraced me in front of my father."

　　The prince got angrier as he spoke. He then grabbed a flower vase and said: "I'm grounded! I'm grounded! I'm the one that's grounded! You on the other hand are f.u.c.king fine. f.u.c.k you; grounded my mortherf.u.c.king a.s.s!" As he was speaking he threw the vase out and shattered it to pieces.

　　"Your highness, that's a porcelain vase exclusive to the palace during the Song dynasty."

　　"So the f.u.c.k what?! I'm p.i.s.sed off!"

　　I'm stubborn!

　　The prince was clearly throwing a fit and would've gone off whether or not Jia Yunfeng tried to comfort him. Master Jia could only stand at the door silently like the swordsman he was.

　　After a while when he calmed down a bit, he finally asked: "You said… Liu Shan Men recruited three people right? What are their names and what are their personalities like?"

　　"Yes. Liu Shan Men held a recruitment exam and recruited three young men. One is called Tang Ye, another Ming Feizhen, and another called Su Xiao." Jia Yunfeng clearly did some digging around, and counted his fingers like a mathematician as he said: "The most skilled fighter among them is Tang Ye. He knows more than ten styles. If I were to fight him, I don't think I could defeat him within the first one hundred moves. He was the one who fought me at the Vermillion Hall that day."