The enraged dragon prince leaves to rescue the dragon king's daughter.

“Because he is so fiery tempered.  Did you know that the famous nine-year flood during King Yao’s time was caused by one of his boiling angers?  At present, he is confined here by order of the Jade Emperor in Heaven.  But his people in Qian Tang are still looking forward to his return.”  Just as the king finished his words there came a great crash, as if heaven and earth were rent asunder.  The palace shook and a mist seethed about as a crimson dragon, about one thousand feet long, burst in.  Lightning flashed and thunder rolled in its wake.

Panic-stricken, Liu Yi fell off his chair at the terrible sight.  The king helped him up and reassured him.  “Have no fear! Have no fear, please! Everything is all right.”  Recovering, Liu Yi asked to leave.

“Please wait a moment,” said the king.  “My brother only appears like that when he is angry.  When he returns he will be totally different.”

After a while waves of soft clouds, borne on a gentle breeze, drifted through the palace.  Thousands of brightly dressed girls, wearing glittering jewels and gowns of the finest satin silk, filed in.  Among them was a girl of exceptional beauty—with finely arched eyebrows.  As she drew near, Liu Yi recognized that she was the same girl who had asked him to convey her message.

The dragon king was very happy.  “Here comes the wretched shepherdess from the Jing River,” he said to Liu Yi.  Walking with the group was a vigorous man, full of spirit, holding a jasper scepter.  It was the dragon prince of Qian Tang.

“My unhappy niece was nearly ruined by that blackguard,” the prince said to Liu.  “It was very kind of you to bring her message from such distance.  If it were not for your strong sense of justice, she would have been sacrificed to that wretched life forever.  Our gratitude is beyond words.”

Liu Yi bowed and thanked the prince for his words.  Then the prince told the king and his court the story of what had happened.