Everyone in the meeting hall had their eyes fixed on Sheng Zun-jiu, who was gnawing on a meat bun. Only the Lord, who was sitting on a chair, said coldly, “Pour the wine.”
Those two simple words sent chills down everyone’s spines. It was too terrifying!
Everyone was no longer in the mood to look at Hei xinjiu, who was gnawing on a meat bun. Their clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and they felt that they would die at any moment.
Emperor Yan’s voice trembled as he shouted at the palace maids, “Are you all deaf? Hurry up and pour wine for the Lord!”
The palace maids usually wished that they could be closer to the lord. However, at this moment, they felt that the lord was like a sharp sword that was ready to be unsheathed at any moment. Moreover, it was the kind that would see blood the moment it was unsheathed!
They really did not want to go up and throw their lives away!