The middle-aged man's expression instantly turned spectacular.
His wife, children, and a crowd of guests all stared in shock, their eyes wide.
What—what was this development?
Had the Chancellor's romantic entanglements come back to haunt him?
For a moment, quite a few guests watched with eager interest, keen to see what would happen next. Then Chu Jie was the first to react. He called for help and shouted, "Are you all dead? You're letting some unrelated bandit smear the Chancellor's name?"
And she was smearing it at the Chancellor's adoptive father's birthday banquet, no less. Who knew how many malicious rumors would spread after today?
No matter how high his position or how much power he held, he was bound to have political enemies who attacked him.
Those flies would swarm him like they'd caught the scent of shit.
A murderous thought stirred in Chu Jie's heart.
He had already decided where to kill the intruder and dump her body.
The Chancellor's wife and children gazed at their respectful, loving husband and the father they admired with tearful eyes, their hearts uneasy. If this really was an old flame, why hadn't he brought her home and given her a place? Now that she'd made a scene like this, who wouldn't say the Chancellor's wife lacked the grace to tolerate others?
Shen Tang kicked the household guards flying in just a few moves.
Chu Jie gritted his teeth in fury and took the field himself.
In just three or four exchanges, Shen Tang thrust her spear through the space beneath both his arms. With a flick of her wrist, she pressed the shaft down, forcing Chu Jie to face the ground, unable to lift his head. He couldn't move at all and looked thoroughly wretched. Shen Tang patted the spear and