"Ah! Bang—"
The tea was scalding hot, and half of it spilled onto Lu Sirong's delicate hand.
She let out a shrill scream of pain, and the teacup slipped from her grasp, crashing to the ground and shattering into countless pieces.
"Sirong!"
Ge Weihong rushed over and grabbed Lu Sirong's hand, and upon seeing the red burn on her hand, she blurted out:
"Master Jiu, how could you do this? Where has my Sirong offended you?!"
Her angry questioning reverberated throughout the entire banquet hall.
The people around gasped in shock.
Jiu Yisheng didn't react as if the accused wasn't him, continuing to drink the tea that Fengxuan had offered him.
Instead, both the Yu Family patriarch and Lu Family patriarch shouted in unison, "Hold your tongue!"
The Yu Family patriarch was angry at the sheer audacity of Ge Weihong and her daughter, whereas the Lu Family patriarch was furious at Ge Weihong's sharp and spiteful tone.
