Yang Zheng's gaze was subtle, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Qiu Yuanshang's heart raced, and his expression turned stern: "Why can't you speak straightforwardly? If you keep hemming and hawing like this, don't come asking me in the future."
Yang Zheng had no choice but to quietly relay what the Commandery Princess said at the banquet.
Qiu Yuanshang was so angry that veins popped on his forehead, and he fumed: "Absurd! How can I, a dignified seventh-rank officer of the court, bow down to flatter a eunuch! I'm going to see the Commandery Princess and clarify this matter!"
He was about to leave with a wave of his sleeve.
Yang Zheng didn't hesitate and grabbed his sleeve: "Brother Qiu, don't be impulsive!"
With too much force, there was a ripping sound as a part of the sleeve tore off.
Qiu Yuanshang: "..."
Yang Zheng: "..."
Qiu Yuanshang glared, almost fuming with anger.
