"Steward Ge Ye, spare me! Please, I beg you!"
Ao Ba Wen was terrified. He was already seriously injured, and this whole mess had basically been caused by his loose tongue. If he had not spouted nonsense, things would not have reached such a terrible point. Even if the Yun Lan Sect did not punish him, he would still be scorned upon returning to the family—perhaps even expelled.
"Shenwei, what do you think?"
Ge Ye, the Steward, handed the decision over to Yun Shenwei.
"This guy has a filthy mouth, and everything started because of him. It would be better not to let him off."
Yun Shenwei smiled faintly and calmly assessed the situation. As far as he was concerned, the timing, location, and support were all on his side, so there was no need to rush.
"No! Please, don't! Young Master Yun, please show mercy and don't lower yourself to my level! You are an important man, destined for great success. Your talent is so exceptional—why bother arguing with trash like me? This lowly one was blind and failed to recognize your true greatness!"
Ao Ba Wen felt like crying. He knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and apologizing. At a time like this, pride was useless. Staying alive was what mattered most.
Yun Shenwei could not be bothered to answer and merely watched him in silence.
"Steward Ge Ye, please put in a good word for me!"
Ao Ba Wen realized this could not go on and could only turn his pleading gaze toward Ge Ye again.
"Don't count on me for this. We may know each other, but we are not that close. You have caused a huge mess today, and it was all because of you. If you want to resolve it, figure out a way