The guest's face turned red with anger. "Is Duke Zhen's Mansion's food something that just anyone can eat?"
"You come back here!"
The guest was so angered that he was about to rise and chase after the thief.
But he noticed the smirks on the faces of the people around him.
His body came to a halt.
Upon reflection, the guest realized that if he were to leave his place now, by the time he got back, there might not be a spot for him to sit anymore.
It was just a chicken leg, after all.
The guest settled back down at the banquet, clinking drinks with the others, loudly congratulating Cheng Guang, the Princely Heir, on his wedding.
Meanwhile, the beggar boy who had pilfered the chicken leg ran like mad, as if afraid someone was chasing him. Even though he was almost out of breath, he continued to run desperately.
Soon.
The beggar boy had run out of the inner city and arrived at an abandoned house in the outer city.
