Inside the Su Mansion, a group of young ladies huddled together, trembling.
The young noblemen who had come for the banquet were hiding nearby, all shouting, "Your Highness, please calm down! Get ahold of yourself!"
At the center of the crowd stood a cold-faced man in lavish robes. His foot was pressing down on the unconscious Su Zhirou. His dark, sharp brows were furrowed, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
A sharp pain stabbed through his head. He pressed his long fingers to the spot between his brows. The surrounding voices begging him to calm down were like flies buzzing in his ears.
"Annoying," Mo Lingwei spat.
The killing intent radiating from him instantly frightened the entire room into silence.
Chen Shaobei paced anxiously outside. "Haven't you brought the Princess over yet? Faster!"
As he spoke, he glanced inside, his expression fraught with worry.
'It's all my fault today. I shouldn't have dragged Mo Lingwei out of the palace.'
