FLOWERS, POND, DEATH

The black hair was as black as Bai Chen's mood, and the red robes were as red as the flames of Bai Chen's fury. The man surnamed Zhu walked towards the white-robed Prince, still with a smile plastered on his face.

There was no need to ask why the Prince was in such a bad mood and also irritated now. Maybe he was just exaggerating something. The fact that he couldn't get the key to the Wenxue Pavilion did affect his mood, but when he thought about it again, it wasn't too bad as he could still get the key tomorrow.

Ma Qiao said that the Crown Prince would be in the capital tomorrow, and getting the keys would be easier than getting a loan from the bank, right? It wasn't like he could find a bank to ask for a loan in this world. At best, it was just the system that would offer loans in exchange for something ridiculous.