Zhang Boxin looked darkly at the crowd of protesting citizens outside the palace gates and sneered, "I really want to carve a path through blood; these days I've been hearing them slander the Prince and Mr. Fang, and it makes me so angry I can't sleep!"
He was clearly too tired to keep his eyes open, yet was so infuriated that he couldn't sleep.
Lin Xiao said, "Remember the prince's words: do not compete with fools. They are merely a crowd of fools manipulated by the High Priest, cannot be killed, nor can they be avoided, so let them be!"
"Allowing them to frame the Prince and Mr. Fang like this, it's unbearable to hear. They even deliberately shout loudly for the city guards to hear; when these rumors spread, what do the soldiers think of the Prince?"
