Before long, the guests arrived.
Yu Xing calculated the time. The banquet start time notified on the invitation was noon, which was twelve o'clock. There were still at least four hours until twelve, a long time indeed.
He could only say that the thoughts of these guests were all quite similar, desperately wanting to seize that single opportunity to win the favor of Master of Ten Thousand. And those subordinates had long anticipated this situation, which was why it had turned into an all-hands early arrival.
Master of Ten Thousand and Master Feng would not be responsible for the early arrival of the guests; they should both be in their respective rooms at this time--
On the surface, that was the case.
Yu Xing thought that on such an important day, those behind-the-scenes masterminds must all be gathered together, making final arrangements. Perhaps in a little while, Madam Xue, a woman with a unique status before Master of Ten Thousand, would be called away under some pretext, actually to attend an internal meeting.
The moment Zhao Mou was called away was the moment he would take action. After all, once the higher-ups were all gathered, the remaining people would not be worth worrying about.
Harboring this mindset, Yu Xing began looking for trouble out of boredom.
He sidled up to the nearest maid and asked noisily, "Hey, can you really not speak?"
"What were the people who created you--no, created y'all thinking? Making a bunch of mutes to watch the house and guard the courtyard, isn't that too boring?"
"I actually really want to see what you're made of. Are you pasted from paper? Or did you peel off someone else's human skin and put it on yourself?"
He avoided where the guests were gathered when he said these things