The old man tumbled from the carriage like a discarded sack, his nose smashing against the roadside gravel. A torrent of blood immediately gushed out, staining his plain white robes a deep, vivid crimson.
He sat amidst a cluster of thorns, clutching his nose and mouth, glaring hatefully at the figures in the carriage. He was Mi Fu, a grand scholar! How dare this Prince Jinlan treat him with such indignity? Once he returned to the students, he would ensure this arrogant, reckless boy received a lesson he would never forget!
Seething with resentment, he wobbled to his feet. However, the jade gourd at his waist snagged on a thorn bush; as he stood, it ripped half his robe away, leaving his legs exposed to the chilly wind.
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