Don’t Deny It

Feng Yucheng's actions were one step ahead of his mind. He cupped his fist and bowed. "Feng Yucheng pays his respects to the State Preceptor."

The other guests in the Nanfeng Pavilion who had been watching the merriment also came back to their senses, instantly falling to their knees and paying homage!

"..."

Li Ruoxuan's eyes were half-closed and his expression was restrained as he looked at Jiang Yeqian without an ounce of emotion. Then, he widened his eyes and said with a hint of mockery playing on the corners of his lips, "For the Head Grand Secretariat to wear a mask and sneak to the Nanfeng Pavilion, could it be that he has taken a fancy to one of the escorts?!" 

Everyone inside the hall of Nanfeng Pavilion, "..."

An invisible pressure in the air gradually spread out.

Everyone felt like their breathing was about to stop.

They were all unable to think anymore.