At a villa.
"Young Master, the young madam was taken to a bar by her friends and danced with several men."
Jiu Lan took a sip of coffee. "Mm. Which hand touched her? Cut it off."
The next day.
"Young Master, the young madam was pricked by a rose."
Jiu Lan pulled the rose from his breast pocket. "Ban the production of roses in this city."
The third day.
"Young Master, your father scared the young madam."
Jiu Lan frowned. "Take him out and shoot him."
"Young Master... that's your father!" the steward wailed.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
