Fucking hell!!
Watching Jiang Xiaobai's utterly shameless behavior, Chen Zhanqiu felt as though his chest would burst with rage.
Yes, he had once been so composed.
As the minister of rites, he could keep his cool no matter what happened in his daily affairs.
But ever since he had met that bastard Jiang Xiaobai, he had not enjoyed a moment's peace.
The things this man said were infuriating!
Yet he could hardly lash out at him outright.
"Enough. We'll do as Jiang Xiaobai says," Xiao Jinxuan said, glancing at Chen Zhanqiu.
"Yes!"
Chen Zhanqiu took several deep breaths before he barely managed to suppress his anger, though his expression remained ugly.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Xiaobai smiled faintly, then turned his gaze back toward the white-gauze pavilion in the middle of the lake, sinking into thought.
Indeed, this really was a little troublesome.
With the white gauze blocking his view and the distance so great, he could not see the person inside clearly, nor did he know their temperament.
How could getting them to perform a piece be easy?
Seated nearby, Chen Zhanqiu kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Xiaobai, his expression dark.
Yes, he wanted to see just how Jiang Xiaobai would get the person in that pavilion to perform a piece!
As time passed, the entire Terrace Tower grew very quiet.
Everyone's gaze rested on Jiang Xiaobai.
Xiao Zijing propped up her chin, her eyes shining and her face full of anticipation.
For some reason, she simply believed Jiang Xiaobai could do it.
Xiao Qingheng remained calm.
The elders in blue robes were also studying Jiang Xiaobai, clearly curious... could Heir Jiang, who had stolen the limelight at the Orchid Pavilion Tower, offer them another surprise?
Li Bingzhang held his teacup with a composed expression, but his