The table was lit by several more copper lamps, making the dark room brighter.
Whips, knives, wooden sticks, hammers...
The floor was a complete mess with scattered debris, and crumbled brick and stone littered the ground. Pei Yunmeng picked up the overturned tables and chairs, and also wiped the dust off the table.
Just then, a Green-clothed Guard entered, respectfully offering a redwood tray, placed the teapot and tea cups on it, bowed his head, and retreated from the room.
Pei Yunmeng sat down at the table.
There was a slight swelling at the corner of his mouth with a hint of blood, and his lips were bruised, yet his expression was calm. He poured himself a cup of tea and pushed it across the table with a smile, "Minister Yan, have some tea to cool your temper, there's no need to be upset."
