"This wine is for Holy Son Li." Lin Zhe Yuan said this to Chu Lieyang.
The meaning was obvious.
The wine was for Li Zhōujūn, so why was the emperor getting more worked up than the eunuch?
When Chu Lieyang heard Lin Zhe Yuan's words, his expression instantly turned cold. You think I'm giving you face, huh?
At the same time.
Li Zhōujūn smiled at the wine Lin Zhe Yuan offered him. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll pass on the wine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhōujūn headed straight out of the venue.
Dong Qiuyue followed Li Zhōujūn and left as well.
Seeing Li Zhōujūn leave, Feng Yuehua no longer felt like staying either. Without a word, she simply vanished on the spot.
"Kid, consider yourself lucky. If I were Holy Son Li, I'd have kicked you into crippling at once. Oh, sorry—I forgot you're already a cripple." Chu Lieyang looked at Lin Zhe Yuan with an apologetic expression.
Lin Zhe Yuan stood there holding his wine cup. After hearing Chu Lieyang's words, the veins on his forehead began to throb faintly.
But in the end, he endured it.
Once he successfully possessed Li Zhōujūn's body, Chu Lieyang would only treat him with the utmost respect!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhe Yuan smiled faintly at Chu Lieyang. "You're absolutely right."
After saying that, Lin Zhe Yuan put away the wine and turned to leave.
Watching Lin Zhe Yuan's retreating figure, Chu Lieyang's face darkened to the extreme. A cripple actually dared speak to him like that. If not for the Lin Family behind him having some strength, he would have died long ago.
Elsewhere.
Lin Zhe Yuan reached a street corner and anxiously said to the Aged Demonic Cultivator within him, "What do I do if I