Pope, I Was Wrong, I Really Was Wrong

"Today, the young general is hosting a banquet for His Highness the Fourth Prince. All unrelated people, get out at once!"

Just then, an arrogant and domineering voice suddenly rang out from outside.

Before the words had even faded, a squad of soldiers clad in gleaming armor marched in one after another, looking utterly ferocious.

At the sight of these soldiers, whose sharp gazes were like blades and whose bodies radiated a chilling murderous aura, many customers still eating immediately turned pale with fear.

They hastily set down their bowls and chopsticks, lowered their heads, and hurried away, terrified that even the slightest delay would bring disaster upon them.

In just a few minutes, the once-lively hall had emptied by more than half, with a large crowd streaming out the doors.

As for where they went and what they would do afterward, no one had the mind to care. After all, it had nothing to do with them.

"Sir, please leave as well."

With a fawning smile plastered across his face, the hall manager cautiously approached Qian Cheng's table.

"I usually take half an hour to eat. When the time is up, I'll leave naturally."

Qian Cheng did not even raise his eyelids, his tone utterly calm.

"Guest, if you don't leave now, it really will be too late. The Fourth Prince's temper..."

Cold sweat beaded on the manager's forehead as the urgency in his voice grew increasingly obvious.

"If they have any sense, they won't come provoke me."

Qian Cheng made no effort to lower his voice, and quite a few people present heard him clearly.

Naturally, the two people who had just stepped through the entrance heard it as well.

One wore luxurious brocade robes embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns.

However, the dark circles beneath his eyes were