The little old monk sat cross-legged on a pile of dead leaves, while the young prince stood by his side, respectful and subservient, almost like a servant. Despite his respectful demeanor, he was already displeased on the inside. He, a man of noble status, had never been subjected to such indignity. Yet, to kill Tang Ye, he had to endure. Once Tang Ye was dead, everything would go back on track.
This predicament was something he had never imagined before. It seemed ridiculous to him that Tang Ye, once so inconsequential, had now reduced him to this wretched state. He would definitely not spare Tang Ye, whether it was because of his hatred towards him or the grand schemes of seizing power over the nation.
The little old monk asked the reason for the young prince's visit, and upon finding out it was to kill someone, he was amused and angrily said, "You want a monk to commit murder? Are you provoking me? Believe it or not, I'll kill you first!"