In the capital city, within the Yan Mansion.
"Has everything been taken care of?"
A man dressed in the regal attire of the Great Ming, silently pruning the flowers, casually inquired.
An official knelt on the ground, bowing his head to the floor, trembling as he spoke, "Replying to Lord Yan, everything has been taken care of."
"The audacity! To lay a hand on the betrothed of the Fourth Prince?"
"If our actions had been any slower, I fear I would have been implicated by your incompetence," Yan Song set down his shears, lifting his leg to deliver a swift kick, sending the official sprawling, as he spoke with icy detachment.
"Yes, yes, my lord, I have failed in my duty. I implore your forgiveness," the official hastily scrambled back up, nodding repeatedly.
"There will not be a next time." Yan Song reached out, patting the official's head lightly, whispering, "Do not disappoint me again."
"Thank you, my lord, for your mercy," the official expressed gratitude, bowing repeatedly.