"This way, miss! This way, honored guests!" Shopkeeper Hu's expression changed, and he hurriedly welcomed them with a smile.
"Damn it, why haven't you stopped that little lady?!" Lin Chusheng roared at He Jingui.
He Jingui's expression shifted several times. He hurriedly leaned close to Lin Chusheng's ear and, blocking their voices from carrying, said, "Young Master Lin, anyone who can book Room A-1 is no ordinary guest."
"Room A-1?" Lin Chusheng glared at He Jingui. "What's the best private room in the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion?"
"Grade A Room One," He Jingui answered quietly.
"Outrageous! He Jingui, is this how you treat your guests? Were you planning to seat me in the main hall?" Lin Chusheng berated him.
Naturally, He Jingui was furious at being scolded like this, but he held it in and answered with an ingratiating smile, "You jest, Young Master Lin. I booked Room A-6. The Phoenix Arrival Pavilion only has nine Grade A private rooms, and they're all the same. Ordinary people can't enter any of them. Only someone of your standing deserves a Grade A room."
Lin Chusheng snorted but said nothing more.
"City Lord Liang, which room did you book?" the Eighth Prince asked Liang Butong.
"Your Highness, I'm truly ashamed. Your subordinate could only book A-5," Liang Butong answered loudly.
Though he spoke of shame, his expression showed none. He even cast a glance at He Jingui, seemingly in provocation.
The corner of He Jingui's eye twitched with anger, while Lin Chusheng's face flushed crimson.
"He Jingui!" Lin Chusheng roared through gritted teeth.
Anyone knew that, although both were Grade A rooms, the one numbered earlier was clearly better. They were not "all the same," as He Jingui had claimed. There was plainly a difference.
Lin Chusheng had originally decided not to pursue