The woman opposite was already so furious that she covered her mouth and ran off crying.
Because she knew that, given her family background, she was utterly incapable of doing anything to Ye Shaoxuan.
She regretted speaking carelessly just now to curry favor with Huangfu Youran. Now that things had turned out this way, even her father would not help her. He would scold her instead.
Huangfu Youran hesitated for a moment before following her out.
It was not that she wanted to comfort her companion. She simply had no face to stay there any longer.
Quite a few people had witnessed the little farce just now, but no one intervened.
For one thing, they knew something of the temper of Ye Shaoxuan, the Young Master of Flying Eagle Fortress. This was not something they could interfere in; doing so might even bring trouble upon themselves.
For another, they felt that Huangfu Youran and the other women had been far too clueless about the situation, as well as excessively petty.
Even if Ye Shaoxuan feeding his concubine in front of everyone was indeed somewhat improper, it was hardly their place, as a few young ladies, to mock them sarcastically, right?
Ye Zhongli, seated in the place of honor, was so furious that he wanted to flip the table. His gaze toward Su Qiao also held a trace of disgust.
As expected, something that could not grace the halls would always be something that could not grace the halls. She had actually done such a thing with a man on an occasion like this.
What the others thought was completely outside Ye Shaoxuan's concern.
He hurriedly tossed aside the chicken neck, deliberately picked out the finest piece of meat, and held it to Su Qiao's lips. "Eat this piece. This one