The Demon Realm National Banquet has officially begun.
When the first dish of salt and pepper ribs was served, Jiang Haitian picked up his chopsticks and was about to take a bite.
Suddenly a whirlwind swept across the table, stinging people's cheeks.
When he came to his senses, all that was left of the salt and pepper ribs on the table was a shiny plate, not a crumb left.
At the same time, the sound of seventeen mouths chewing vigorously could be heard from the table.
Jiang Haitian's chopsticks were still suspended a few centimeters above the plate.
"Hehe, you surnamed Jiang, you didn't expect this, did you?"
Wang Bao gnawed on a rib while mocking Jiang Haitian.
"Whether you can get a seat at a banquet depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Haitian put down his chopsticks, pushed up his sunglasses, and stared at the group of beasts without saying a word.
Inside the Yuanshi Pavilion on the second floor, the dishes had already been served in advance. Yu Xiyan silently played the role of a maid, letting Leng Qingcheng do as she pleased.
This made Yu Xiyan very uncomfortable. When had she ever suffered such humiliation in her previous life?
Anyone who had such thoughts would have been thoroughly subdued by Shen Zhao long ago; how could they possibly have had such a "lower-class" experience?
At the same time, she always seemed to feel Song Yanran's gaze lingering on her.
He carefully raised his eyes and saw that Song Yanran's gaze was filled with inexplicable hostility.
Under the emperor's imposing aura, she had no choice but to lower her head again.
"Why aren't you pouring the wine? What are you standing there for?"
Suddenly, Leng Qingcheng gave an order, interrupting Yu Xiyan's thoughts.
She carefully picked up the wine pot and filled Leng Qingcheng's cup.
Lin Xian'er looked at this scene with a disdainful expression.
Yu Xiyan, in your previous life you never imagined that one day you would be treated like a servant, right? How does it feel to go from being a high and mighty emperor to bowing and scraping before others?
After pouring Leng Qingcheng a glass of wine, Yu Xiyan was about to turn around and wait for orders.
But then Leng Qingcheng asked sharply, "Are you blind? My sister's wine glass is empty, can't you go and refill it?"
"You can't even handle this little thing, what's the point of keeping you around! You might as well go dance the Heavenly Demon Dance and let others ride you!"
Yu Xiyan was startled and quickly bent down to pour wine for Song Yanran.
Song Yanran looked at Yu Xiyan, who was so close to her, and carefully examined her delicate face.
A murderous intent gradually surfaced in his eyes.
Just as Yu Xiyan poured the wine into the glass, Song Yanran secretly activated her imperial aura, causing the glass to shift half an inch to the left, spilling the wine onto the table.
The splashed wine touched a bit of Song Yanran's dress.
"How did you do your job?!"
Upon seeing this, Leng Qingcheng slammed her hand on the table, pointed at Yu Xiyan, and cursed, "You can't even pour a proper drink! How the hell have you survived this long? And you call yourself a queen?"
The Great Yin royal family must be incredibly blind to have chosen such a useless piece of trash as their emperor.
What the hell are you good for besides having a face that makes men want to ride you? You bastard, do you even want to work?
"If you don't want to work, take off your clothes and go dance the Heavenly Demon Dance! Did you hear me?! You piece of trash!"
After saying that, she immediately put on a guilty face and said to Song Yanran, "I'm sorry, sister. I'm just a straightforward person. Please don't take it to heart."
Yu Xiyan was trembling uncontrollably. In all her life, from childhood to the present, and in her two lifetimes, had anyone ever dared to scold her like this?
In front of so many people.
For a moment, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.
These days are unbearable.
She began to miss the days when Shen Zhao was alive in her previous life. Back then, who in the Nine Realms would dare to treat her like this?
She was the only one who had to kneel and bow to others.
Fu Yanchao at the next table shook his head, unconsciously lit a cigarette given to him by Jiang Haitian, and adopted a spectator's mentality.
He doesn't know how to appreciate beauty.
Anyway, turning off the lights and getting straight to the point is the same for everyone.
Xu Tianqi, meanwhile, was smiling and considering whether he could step in to protect Yu Xiyan later, as for the conditions...
Thinking of this, he happily drank the wine in his glass, fantasizing about how to ruthlessly ravage this beauty.
"My younger sister has a straightforward personality, which I've certainly seen. However, you, as her maid, seem to have absolutely no idea how to serve others."
"If you spill the wine today, you might tear down the house tomorrow, and then maybe one careless moment will happen..."
"Perhaps we'll just kill them."
Song Yanran said something indifferently, her tone seemingly calm.
And as she said this, her gaze remained fixed on Yu Xiyan.
"So, little sister, you have to listen to your older sister's advice. Some heartless bastards, if you don't discipline them, you'll end up cleaning up the mess yourself. Do you understand what I mean?"
*Snap*
Upon hearing Song Yanran's words, Leng Qingcheng immediately stood up, rushed to Yu Xiyan, and slapped her across the face without saying a word.
In an instant, Yu Xiyan's mind went blank.
What just happened?
Did I get slapped?
Feeling the burning pain on his face, he finally realized it was true.
I was slapped in the face by this despicable and shameless person!
She felt that all of this was utterly absurd!
I feel so wronged!
In an instant, tears streamed down her cheeks like raindrops.
The result, however, was an even more ruthless humiliation from Leng Qingcheng: "What are you crying for? Are you mourning your mother? What, are you acting all wronged?"
Yu Xiyan was filled with shame and anger, covering her face and sobbing continuously.
"Hurry up and apologize to your sister! Did you hear me?!"
Under the oppressive aura of the cold and ruthless emperor, Yu Xiyan could only try her best to suppress her emotions to the extreme and whispered to Song Yanran, "I'm sorry."
"Didn't you eat? Speak louder!"
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