The third-generation censor was furious. He wanted to grab a maid and cool his temper.
But this was not the right occasion.
He wanted to rebuke Chu Qing, but he was a Great Figure. How could he casually rebuke a nobody?
What should he do?
Let this nobody eat his food, drink his wine, and play with his maids?
And not flatter him?
He could not swallow this insult!
The third-generation censor saw the Ma family's lead man, rolled his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Lackey!"
Everyone turned to look at the Ma family's lead man in unison.
The lead man's face was flushed red, and his whole body trembled.
Everyone else thought he was excited.
Yet only the Ma family's lead man knew that he was terrified.
The moment he heard Chu Qing's name, his heart began pounding madly.
His blood surged so violently it nearly burst the vessels in his head.
His whole body shook.
He wanted to run.
But his legs had gone weak.
Seeing the third-generation censor, he frantically signaled with his eyes, begging him to notice and kill Chu Qing on the spot.
But instead:
The third-generation censor thought he was ecstatic and smiled.
"Lackey, ask that friend who's eating and drinking whether he still wants more."
"Should I prepare eight hundred or a thousand pounds of beef and mutton for him to swallow?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone was horrified and turned to look at the youth who was eating with his head lowered.
The youth had long hair draped over his shoulders. He ate and drank without lifting his head, completely ignoring everyone.
Nor did he raise a cup to congratulate the third-generation censor.
That was a damn grave offense!
Someone sneered, "Bring in a few cows for him