Crash!
With a shrill whistle, an attendant in the hall where the Imperial Palace entertained the Xu family's distinguished guests stared down at his feet, his face pale. The platter he had been carrying smashed against the floor, shattering into fragments and scattering its food everywhere.
Even the passing dignitaries were splashed.
"Damn it!" a pudgy, slick-haired man snapped, but his companion quickly held him back and pointed into the distance. When he saw the young masters swaggering toward them without a trace of restraint, his expression changed instantly, and he shrank back.
"Are you blind when you walk?!" He angrily kicked the attendant beside him.
The attendant staggered again, trembling with his head bowed, not daring to say another word.
As the banquet drew nearer, more and more guests arrived, yet none spoke up against these overbearing young masters. After all, only a handful of people at the entire banquet likely had the seniority to reprimand these two.
The young masters gathered around the fat man, studying him with interest.
"I!" The fat man's throat bobbed, and the pressure suddenly weighed on him like a mountain. Knowing they had heard what he said earlier, he was about to slap the attendant again to win himself a way out, but a hand caught his swinging, fleshy palm.
"Get lost! Are you courting death?!" The fat man immediately flew into a rage. These young masters were all watching. If he went soft, he might be feeding the crocodiles in the moat tomorrow...
But then he raised his head.
A handsome face entered his sight. Blood-red eyes regarded him quietly, and a faint, ambiguous smile rested on that face.
"Your H-Highness Xu Cheng?!!" The fat man's pupils abruptly contracted. His entire body stiffened, trembling uncontrollably.
If offending those imperial young masters was