Wei Teng's gaze swept around the teahouse before finally settling on the window seat in the corner.
"Hm? This spot's pretty good—quiet, with a nice view." He nodded in satisfaction, then jerked his chin toward Xuanyuan, who was leisurely sipping tea, and barked at the lackey beside him, "Go make that guy leave. This young master wants his seat."
One of his lackeys immediately caught his meaning and swaggered over to Xuanyuan's table. He slapped a gold ingot onto it with a loud smack, splashing the tea.
"Hey, kid, you heard him? Our young master wants your seat." The lackey looked at him sideways, speaking as though he were doing him a favor. "That gold ingot's your reward. Take the money and get lost. Don't stand around making yourself an eyesore!"
The air in the teahouse seemed to freeze.
The few customers ducked their heads even lower, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. Wei Teng, the City Lord's son, was a tyrant in Linyuan City. Who would dare cross him?
Su Qingyan steadied herself. A flash of anger crossed her face, but she still stepped forward and gently tried to reason with him. "Young Master Wei, this gentleman was here first. There are other seats available..."
"This young master wants this one. What, does your lousy teahouse think it can lecture me about rules?" Wei Teng sneered, his eyes fixed coldly on Su Qingyan. "Su Qingyan, don't push your luck. Believe me, I can have your lousy shop shut down by tomorrow."
Su Qingyan's face paled, and she bit her lip.
Everyone's eyes turned toward the young man in blue, who had not moved once from beginning to end.
Xuanyuan did not even look up.
He simply watched the ripples in his teacup from the impact slowly settle. It