One of his personal bodyguards, who had been standing outside in the corridor, immediately turned and bolted out of the teahouse to carry out his master's order at top speed.
The man slowly dragged himself back up onto his feet, wincing in agony as he smoothed down his dishevelled, dusty silk robes. Despite his agonising injuries, he managed to twist his face into a dark, triumphant sneer while glaring daggers at Bai Xifeng.
"You are dead meat." The man spat through gritted teeth, fully convinced that this arrogant girl would be begging on her knees the moment the soldiers arrived.
Bai Xifeng merely tilted her head, looking at him with a hint of genuine curiosity.
She was actually beginning to wonder about this fat fool's actual identity. Was he some obscure member of the Royal Family? It was certainly a plausible guess, considering how casually he had dispatched his servant to summon the elite Royal Guards without a second thought.
