Behind the man, several young men in prison uniforms stood in a row with their hands behind their backs.
Trays floated on the water, each carrying various kinds of expensive and rare fruits, while across the pool, a projected screen showed the stage performance of a popular girl group.
"This?"
"Try to understand, please try to understand," the warden said in a low voice, "the White Ghost, the hero of the Empire."
Daphne shook her head slightly, then said, "Please, tell him that I'm waiting here for his reception, and whenever he's available, I will meet him, no matter how long it takes."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will convey the message verbatim."
"Does he still have the imperial code in his eyes?" Daphne couldn't help but complain, "Isn't the most important thing here to warn and punish criminals?"
The warden looked embarrassed, lowered his head, and quickly walked away.
The operators merely lowered their heads without speaking, their expressions unchanged.
