When no one came tumbling out of Moonlight Pavilion with their hands over their heads, the commander of the imperial guards widened his eyes and snarled:
"Not even afraid of the imperial guards? These are no ordinary terrorists. Everyone, grab your weapons and move in!"
The Spirit Masters among the imperial guards summoned their martial souls and readied themselves for battle. The elite soldiers took out their hand crossbows and loaded them, while several special troops shouldered a massive bed crossbow together, carrying the heavy weapon forward by sheer strength. The scene was both solemn and somewhat absurd.
Although Moonlight Pavilion claimed to be a place that taught noble etiquette, honestly, why would nobles need Tang Yuehua, a half-baked outsider, to teach them what noble etiquette was?
Rather than a place that taught noble etiquette, it was more a place where nobles socialized and amused themselves.
With Tang Yuehua backing them, the staff of Moonlight Pavilion dealt with nobles day in and day out. Over time, an unconscious arrogance and confidence had taken root in their hearts.
Facing the advancing imperial guards, some staff members actually tried to pull strings through their connections. A few especially clueless ones even tried to berate the guards for daring to barge into a place more "dignified" than the imperial palace's great hall.
The Heaven Dou Empire's imperial guards were, in the truest sense, its most elite troops, charged with protecting the imperial family and the emperor. Faced with this bunch of "thugs," the short steel batons in their hands swung so fast they almost left afterimages.
They did not refrain from using swords out of kindness. It was because, once crippled, these people would be dragged away for a thorough interrogation to squeeze out whatever information they knew. That was why they would