Wu Yuan is Disabled; Great Chancellor is Attacked

"Alright, Princess, remember to be careful. After all, this is not Northern Ming," the old woman, Ms Gui, said.

Luan Xiaoyao nodded faintly, not paying much attention. Her steps remained light and brisk.

At this moment, a silver-tongued voice echoed from behind, exuding full confidence. "Little girl, this young master is tired today. I'll trouble you to help me relax my muscles and bones, shall I?"

Wu Yuan slowly walked out from behind the stone pillar, a greedy desire unmistakably displayed on his face.

Hearing his words, both Luan Xiaoyao and Ms Gui were stunned.

Turning around to look, they saw a wastrel who hadn't even built a foundation and had no cultivation.

He was dressed like a standard wasteful dandy.

"Outrageous, do you know who you're talking to?" Ms Gui sternly exclaimed.

Wu Yuan sneered, "Old bag of bones, stop pretending here. I'm the kind of person that can make the entire capital shake with just a stomp of my foot!"