It seems this Zhang San really treats the dwarf as his benefactor; otherwise, a grown man wouldn't howl and cry in front of strangers.
"Brother! From now on, you're my blood brother." As he spoke, he reached out and clapped the dwarf's small shoulder.
The dwarf had lived a solitary life; no one had ever called him brother before. The only person who dared get close to him was his Master.
Feeling slightly uneasy at Zhang San's touch, he shuffled his body a little.
"You… don't get too excited. Actually, I'm not your benefactor—I just accidentally killed the Prime Minister's son. I'm already regretting it deeply!"
With his promising future ruined at his own hands, it was impossible for the dwarf not to feel regret. However, his hatred for the Fourth Prince burned brighter, for the Prince had heartlessly handed him over to the Prime Minister.