At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall gradually thickened, brimming with tension like drawn swords and ready crossbows.
Among the onlooking crowd, some guests displayed expressions of schadenfreude.
The sight of Zhao Rong being attended by two stunningly beautiful girls was too irritating… Hey, there's a stool right beside him, can they not sit on his lap? And he has hands, yet they're serving him food!
These people seemed to have forgotten that this was a common scene in the Zuixian Building.
However, at this moment, it was Luo Xiu, the favored clean official from Ziwei Pavilion whom they had previously admired, acting like a docile bird in Zhao Rong's arms, leading them to selectively forget due to their double standards.
Gu Yiwu and other scholars had a condensed look between their brows, their spines erect.
Zhao Rong silently exchanged a glance with the stern-eyed Su Qingdai.
