This road is impassable.
Du Changqing was still complaining, "That Qi Yutai is merely relying on his father being the Grand Preceptor, acting as if his eyes are about to reach the sky. Who knows how big of a spectacle he's going to throw at Yuxian Tower for his birthday this year, and who even cares to watch?"
Lu Tong's eyes flickered, seizing the key point in his words, "Birthday?"
"It's just the first day of the tenth month, it's only a few days away." He remembered Qi Yutai's birthday quite clearly, "That wastrel celebrates his birthday at Yuxian Tower every year, splurging on thousands of taels of silver just for the cups and tea sets."
Yin Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he afraid of inviting trouble by flaunting his wealth like this, drawing resentment towards the Grand Preceptor's Mansion?"
