Leng Qingcheng roared.
"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty! It was my negligence that spoiled your enjoyment!"
When she uttered those words, Yu Xiyan felt as if she were about to collapse, and the complex emotions in her heart were hard to describe.
At the same time, bursts of laughter came from all around.
"Pour the wine! Do I have to teach you myself? How can you not even understand basic manners! Is the Empress of the Great Yin Dynasty some kind of giant baby? Rough!"
Under Leng Qingcheng's tyrannical power, Yu Xiyan could only suppress her resentment, pour herself another glass of wine, and respectfully present it to Song Yanran with both hands.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me."
Song Yanran accepted the wine expressionlessly, glanced at the ripples in the glass, and then at the pitiful Yu Xiyan.
Then...
He splashed the drink directly onto her face.
Yu Xiyan was shocked, then felt the wine slowly trickling down her cheeks...
Then Song Yanran said, "Sister, your maid really doesn't know any etiquette or manners. Shouldn't she kneel down when toasting and apologizing to the host and guests?"
Or is this a unique custom in your Demon Realm, where there's no distinction between primary and secondary matters? It's certainly an eye-opener for me, sister.
"Forget it, let her leave. If we keep serving her like this, she really won't be able to finish this meal."
Leng Qingcheng immediately slapped Yu Xiyan again, and shouted, "Get out of here right now, do you hear me? Useless thing, if you cause me any more trouble, I'll scratch your face!"
Yu Xiyan could no longer hold back. She covered her face and rushed out of the Yuanshi Pavilion without regard for anything else.
She ran into an empty room, curled up in a corner, hugged her arms, and burst into tears.
"Shen Zhao, did you see that? When you're not around, they're all bullying me."
Is this karma? Oh God! Why aren't you coming to save me? Why?!
I'm so scared, so very scared!
The Yuanshi Pavilion was bustling with activity, and another farce was unfolding in the main hall.
When the third dish was served, it was devoured in no time, but Jiang Haitian still hadn't had a single bite.
Finally, the father spoke up.
He looked at Wang Bao and asked, "Are you all reincarnated starving ghosts?"
Wang Bao, munching on a chicken leg, sneered, "So you're not from the Demon Realm, you don't understand the rules at all. Haven't you heard that you have to fight for food to enjoy a feast?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the seventeen passengers in the surrounding seats burst into mocking laughter.
Jiang Haitian nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
Then he threw down his chopsticks, pulled out a communication stone, and said, "Useless trash, summon everyone from the Dream Tower's security department to the Nightmare Palace!"
"I haven't seen a single person in a whole cup of tea's time. You bastards, don't ever say I'm your father again when you go out."
After saying that, without waiting for a reply, he crushed the sound transmission stone and tossed it behind him.
This scene made everyone feel a pang of heartache.
A sound transmission stone worth twenty spirit stones can make at least a hundred calls, but this thing only said one sentence and then threw it away.
So what if you have money?
Screw your airs!
Meanwhile, inside the Yuanshi Pavilion, Xu Tianqi, feeling dizzy from drinking, impulsively walked directly to Song Yanran with his wine glass in hand.
"I've long heard that the Song Dynasty's Empress is incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the Central Region. Seeing her today..."
I, Xu Tianqi, have just come to understand the meaning of those words. I humbly request that Empress Song do me the honor of drinking this cup of wine with me.
Song Yanran looked at the old lecher coldly, her expression completely calm.
But in his heart he thought: Since you want to die, I have no choice but to grant your wish.
Seeing that things were not going well, Leng Qingcheng was just about to go and persuade her.
Unexpectedly, Xu Tianqi continued to speak, daring to test the limits of life and death.
"Empress Song, please forgive my rudeness, but I am already over three thousand years old. According to worldly seniority, I am more than old enough to be your father."
So, as her father, may I ask, did Empress Song ever have a Daoist partner or a husband? As the ruler of a nation...
"The entire Central Region is yours, so at the very least you should have some male favorites, right? May I ask how many people Empress Song has slept with? *burp*"
What posture do you usually use when playing poker?
Do you prefer thick, long, or curved ones?
"Would you like me to take a look at my precious treasure and see if it's your type?"
Leng Qingcheng frowned, and Song Yanran's seemingly calm expression actually concealed a strong killing intent that even she could sense.
Song Yanran remained expressionless, quietly watching Xu Tianqi's vulgar performance.
He thought to himself: It seems you're determined to walk down a dead end.
Just as Leng Qingcheng was about to speak up to stop this farce, and Song Yanran was about to send him to his death on the spot...
"Jiang Haitian, you son of a bitch! What are you doing, you bastard? Are you rebelling?!"
"Hurry up and release us! This is the Nightmare Palace, not your Dream Tower!"
"Hey Jiang, you've got guts! If you're so capable, then keep holding us down, otherwise... ah, it hurts so much!"
A thunderous commotion erupted in the lobby on the first floor, with Wang Bao and the others' pig-like voices echoing throughout the Nightmare Palace.
"What happened?"
Everyone from Yuanshi Pavilion, including Leng Qingcheng, Song Yanran, Lin Xian'er, and Xu Tianqi, was drawn to this inexplicable commotion.
When they reached the front of the building, they were utterly shocked by the scene before them.
All the guests at the first eighteen tables of banquet were pinned to the ground by a group of men dressed in black, black pants, and black gloves.
Only in the very center seat, Jiang Haitian, wearing sunglasses, had one leg propped up on the chair, leisurely munching on a lamb leg.
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