"Marquis of Zhennan?"
"It seems the Marquis of Zhennan truly possesses unrivaled beauty. Miss Lan has no room in her eyes for me."
Murong Tianci's eyes curved with his smile, yet a trace of mocking chill seeped into his voice.
Both men's gazes landed on the emperor at the same instant, and he suddenly felt as though an electric current were coursing across his scalp.
Cold, numb, prickling.
He instinctively shrank his neck, one thought hovering over his head: This is bad. I'm done for!
"You exaggerate, Imperial Preceptor. I saw the Marquis of Zhennan first, and you only came in afterward, so I failed to notice you. Surely you won't be angry with me?"
"How could I be? There are so many rude people in this world that you hardly rank among them, Miss Lan. If I grew angry with every last one, where would I find the energy?"
Lan Ruoyue froze.
However foolish she might be, even she could tell that Murong Tianci was insulting her.
But she had never expected him to be so bold as to speak like that right in front of the emperor.
The emperor chuckled. "I thought you would both be busy today, so I didn't invite you. As it happens, this Medicinal Pig is almost done roasting. Marquis, Imperial Preceptor, how about joining me?"
How about no!
Zhou Yunshen was seething inside.
Roast suckling pig was good, but hot pot smelled even better! He finally had a day to spend at home, only to be dragged here to talk sense into this emperor whose brain had gone haywire. How could he not be angry?
His expression dark as ink, Zhou Yunshen angrily lifted a chair and slammed it against the floor before sitting down a short distance away.
The emperor inwardly quaked.