At the very same time, the atmosphere in Prince Yu's manor was quite oppressive. The head maid, Han Yu, who'd always followed at Yang Zhuofei's side, summoned up her courage to console her. "Wangfei-dianxia, why don't you first eat a little something?" Yang Zhuofei opened her eyes with great difficulty to glance at her, and waved a hand. "This princess don't have an appetite—have those that were sent out come back yet? What's the current situation at Honghailou?" Han Yu shook her head. "Only a few came back—they said that Honghailou's already closed now, and they couldn't see what was happening inside. But they heard some patrons coming out who said that first, the idol crumbled, and then it was burnt by fire, and the bit left over was shattered by Honghailou's staff, and it's already been taken away." "Alright, alright," Yang Zhuofei said, laughing coldly. "How truly courageous—this princess had assum...