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"Oh, I wouldn't dare to climb the high branches of Young Master Wang. The ins and outs of this matter have been made clear to me by my companion. Young Master Wang should better discipline his dog; this Moro City is not your Wang family's backyard." The steward surnamed Ding cast a glance at Wang Tian, his hands still clasped behind his back, showing no respect for him.
"Yes, yes, it is my poor discipline. I will certainly manage my subordinates better in the future. Old Eight, hurry up and apologize to Steward Ding!" At this moment, Wang Tian felt like a mute eating bitter herbs. He often roamed around Moro City, and although he was known as one of the Moro Three Young Masters, their usual activities involved drinking, gambling, and harassing women. Whenever the Official Government caught wind of their actions, they would simply pay to smooth things over. Despite being a wastrel, there were some powers they dared not offend, including the Feng Ming Tower. The crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle quickly lost interest upon seeing Wang Tian's predicament and turned back to their tea and chatter as if nothing had happened. This was because the table where Wang Tian had been sitting was now stained with blood from where a Wang Family Servant's face had struck it, leaving Mo Wen still holding a cup in one hand while pouring with the other.
"No need for that. Your people disturbed my guests; you should apologize to this young brother instead."
"Steward Ding's kindness is appreciated. As for Young Master Wang's faults, I cannot accept them. Upon arriving in your esteemed place, I heard of the illustrious reputation of the Moro Three Young Masters, and today I see it is indeed extraordinary. If I were to accept Young Master Wang's apology today, it would be fine within the city, but once I leave Moro City, I fear I might end up as carrion in the wilderness." Mo Wen was not trying to disrespect Steward Ding; he knew that Wang Tian would not let this go easily and decided to provoke him a little.
"You!..." Wang Tian was infuriated by the young man's lazy demeanor. Originally intending for his servant to apologize, he found himself being asked to apologize instead. In Moro City, he was accustomed to making others apologize; he had never been in a position where he had to apologize himself.
"Since Steward Ding is here, please be a witness. Just now, Young Master Wang claimed that I injured Wang Ba and demanded an explanation from me. I wonder if Young Master Wang still remembers this matter?" Steward Ding looked at Mo Wen with interest; the youth did not seem unfamiliar with the notorious reputation of the Moro Three Young Masters. Knowing about it yet acting so boldly could mean either he was naive or had ulterior motives.
"Of course I remember. Out of respect for Steward Ding, I won't hold this against you today."
"Ah, how can that be? Although Wang Ba is just a servant, he cannot suffer injury without cause. If word gets out, it would tarnish Young Master Wang's reputation." Mo Wen feigned concern like a caring younger brother.
"So what do you want?" Wang Tian was clearly falling into the trap.
"Of course it's about seeking justice for your Wang Ba! We can't let him suffer this injustice without reason." Meanwhile, the middle-aged servant referred to as "Wang Ba" sensed that things were turning dire.
"Young Master, it's not someone else's fault; it was that unstable stool—I'm just..." He felt that if this continued, his young master might face serious trouble and hurriedly tried to explain himself to Wang Tian.
"Oh? So you're saying that there's something wrong with my Feng Ming Tower's stool? That it was the stool that started it?" Steward Ding interrupted before Wang Ba could finish speaking.
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