"Northern Qiao Feng, Southern Murong..." A hint of chill entered Jia Sidao's eyes. "Has Murong Fu arrived?"
Liao Yingzhong, his chief strategist standing nearby, stepped forward and answered, "In reply to you, my lord, Murong Fu has been waiting in the side hall for quite some time."
"Bring him in." Jia Sidao snorted. Seeing Qin Keqing kneeling on the floor, he waved his hand impatiently. "You two withdraw first. Haven't you embarrassed yourselves enough?"
"Yes~" As though granted a pardon, Jia Zhen hurried over and led Qin Keqing out.
The moment the two of them left, Murong Fu entered the study. From afar, he saw Jia Sidao's dark, watery expression, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurried forward and bowed. "Murong Fu pays his respects to Lord Jia."
After Song Qingshu and the others had left earlier, he had been about to treat his father's injuries when someone from Jia Mansion came to summon him. Murong Fu did not dare delay and hurried over. Since Jia Sidao was still at the palace banquet, he could only wait in the side hall, growing more uneasy the longer he waited.
Jia Sidao acted as though he had not heard him, drinking tea on his own and treating the bowing Murong Fu before him as if he were air.
Since the other man had not responded, Murong Fu could not straighten up. He could only remain bent over in his bow. The strain was secondary; what truly bothered him was how utterly humiliating the situation was.
Before long, a spark of anger rose in his heart. He, Murong Fu, was a renowned figure in the martial world, honored as a distinguished guest wherever he went. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
In the past, he might have simply flicked his sleeve