"What exactly does he want?"
Li Shishi stared at Bai Qi with her foxy eyes, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
Bai Qi ripped down the curtains in the room, turning them into a long rope. He kicked all five of Pan Hu's men to the ground, then tied their legs to the rope, stringing them together like a skewer of candied hawthorns. Then, Bai Qi, with his cousin in his arms, dragged the five men like dead dogs from the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion to the street. No matter how much Pan Hu's men cried and begged for mercy, Bai Qi ignored them completely. He then mounted his horse with his cousin, dragging the five men behind him, and headed straight home.
"Look! Isn't that the Prime Minister's son?"
"And that beast, Pan Hu!"
"The son of the Prefect of Jingzhao has abused countless innoc
