After returning to the Dread King's Manor, Qingwu stormed off with her food box, heading straight to the Yuanwei Courtyard to enjoy her feast alone.
Xiao Chenyuan, with a similarly cold expression, retreated to the study. Neither spoke, and their mutual disdain was palpable, leaving the entire manor tense and on edge.
Before long, Baishui the elderly attendant and seven other black-armored guards were seen practicing horse stance in the courtyard outside the study. Each of them balanced with a bowl of water on their arms. If a drop of water spilled, they had to add an extra hour of the punishment.
Nearby, Situ Jing leaned against a pillar, amused as he watched the spectacle. "Did you all go to the Duke of Dingguo's residence to fight or what? Judging by His Highness's face, he's in quite a foul mood!"
