Inside the Jade Pavilion.
All eyes had already fallen on Cheng Guang.
Wen Qinghe's facial expression was stiff, as he stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
Fearing that he might offend Cheng Guang once again and get a severe beating, he shrank his head amidst everyone's anticipation for Cheng Guang's response, not daring to get involved in the matter.
It was he who had started this whole situation; if not for his challenging the Red-robed maid Hong Zhu about the author of that poem, the Princely Heir wouldn't have been pushed into this difficult position.
If the Princely Heir really chose to pursue the issue, Wen Qinghe knew he'd be in big trouble.
Truly frightened that the Princely Heir's anger might be vented on him, Wen Qinghe decisively followed his instincts and found a corner to hide in.
However, his gaze, like that of everyone else, was curiously fixed on Cheng Guang.
Curious as to how Cheng Guang would respond.
