Farce
編輯: Henyee Translations
A young master wearing luxurious clothes exited from the carriage, waving the folding fan in his hand like a prodigal son.
As soon as he deboarded, he kicked the guard and shouted foully, "What's going, what's going on? You can't even do something so simple, what need do I have for all of you?"
The guard of the Liu Estate said with a dejected face, "Young Master, they say that the City Lord's Estate laid a strict order to keep the city gates shut after dark!"
"Preposterous!" The brocade-robed youth gestured toward the city gate tower with his fan as he angrily shouted, "Don't they know who this young master is? Hurry up and open the city gate for me! You band of garbage, don't you know to think up a way if they won't open the gate? Go! Smash that gate open! This young master wants to enter this instant!"