Perhaps it was Ji Ruyan's overwhelming aura that subdued everyone present to the point where they only dared to breathe in, not daring to make the slightest noise.
Ji Ruyan slowly stood up; at sixteen, she was already 165 centimeters tall, making her slightly taller than the crowd.
In this era, few women could even reach 160 centimeters, as most were confined to their own courtyards, seldom leaving their homes, let alone engaging in any form of exercise.
Startled by Ji Ruyan's shout, Ji Rushi and Ji Yimo were the first to freeze.
When Ji Yimo regained his senses, his face was filled with rage, "What are you, to dare to yell at this young master! Believe it or not, I will have someone smash your mouth!"
Slap—
A resounding slap landed on Ji Yimo's face.
No one saw who had hit Ji Yimo, but the little tyrant was not having it.
He was bawling, accusing Ji Ruyan of hitting him.
Consequently, a cluster of maids rushed to console the third young master.