As a matter of principle, how would Chen Wei ever dare reprimand his own wife in public?
But the Discipline Inspection Court was preparing to take on a major job, with countless eyes throughout the Heavenly Court watching. If he did not seize this chance to rally his people, who would obey him in the future?
"Chan'er!"
"Give me a little face. Once we're home, I'll definitely admit I was wrong!"
Chen Wei's expression remained composed, but secretly, he sent Yang Chan a voice transmission.
Yang Chan raised an eyebrow without saying a word.
Whatever humble pleas for mercy he made in private, Chen Wei certainly put on a grand enough show on the surface.
He lowered himself into his seat with brazen confidence.
Who could have expected it?
Before his backside touched the seat, Yang Chan used a spell to move the side chair out from under him.
Chen Wei sat on empty air. Relying entirely on his solid foundation as a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, he planted himself firmly in a horse stance, hovering there while stubbornly pretending to sit upright.
His only saving grace was that the immortals below could not see clearly.
Of course, even if they saw, they had to play blind.
"Ahem." Chen Wei cleared his throat, his expression stern. "Let's continue the meeting. Where had Lord Yang gotten to?"
"I was finished."
Yang Chan wore an almost-smile, her eyes sparkling as she spoke leisurely. "You returned at just the right time, Lord Chen. With nothing else to do, I made some tangyuan for everyone. As it happens, Old Ma and the others said they don't like them, so you can do them the favor of eating their share."
"Huh?" Chen Wei's eyelid twitched.
"No! I love them!" Ma Muzhi shuddered, his survival instincts