Seeing the flustered little maid carrying a tray back and forth, Pei Yan took the wine pot from the tray with one hand and picked up two horned cups with the other, deliberately making room for the attendants rushing over to deal with the bloody scene in front of him.
The clattering sound of armor and the thud of bodies hitting the ground came from behind. Pei Yan turned to see that Zheng Jia Ru and Jiang Donghu had already cleared over a dozen of August's personal guards who were outside the pavilion in just a short time. Each grabbed a corpse and threw it behind Pei Yan.
