Arriving at the entrance of Prince Pu's room, he dared not rashly disturb the Prince, but could only rub his hands together and pace back and forth at the doorway, anxiously waiting.
The day gradually brightened, with Rising Sun slowly rising in the east.
Yet, there was still no movement from Prince Pu's room, causing the steward to become so anxious that he accidentally knocked over a flower pot nearby.
"Clang."
A jarring crash.
Finally, there was a response from inside: "Who's fumbling around outside so early in the morning, not letting people sleep? Completely lacking manners."
It was Prince Pu's voice, thick with sleepiness.
"Prince, it's your servant." The steward was shaky and uneasy.
"So early in the morning, with so many things in the mansion waiting for you to handle, why are you here?"
"Prince, your servant is here to confess a fault."
"Confess a fault? What exactly happened?"
"There was a slight mishap with the matter handled yesterday."
