Zhao Qian was very accommodating, having his servants clear out a prime viewing area for Zhao Ci by the Martial Arts Arena.
They really didn't want to see Zhao Ci.
Although the Imperial Clan Court had found no evidence of poisoning, they were dead certain that if Zhao Ci wasn't responsible for their stomach problems, they'd eat their hats.
The cautionary tale of Zhao Yong was still fresh in their minds.
Zhao Ci's reputation was already in tatters.
But there was nothing they could do. Without evidence, they couldn't press charges, so even the Imperial Clan Court was powerless against Zhao Ci.
'Whatever, let him have his own seat,' they thought. 'The ball is still in our court.'
As long as they could stay far away from Zhao Ci, it would be fine. That way, he wouldn't try anything on the people from Prince Lie's Mansion.
Seeing Zhao Ci happily accept their suggestion and take a seat in the elegant booth below, the group let out a long, collective sigh of relief.
