The most embarrassed were the accompanying eunuchs, each staring at their own shoes, wishing they could bury their heads in their chests.
The less they knew about Grandmaster and Mr. Lu's disputes, the longer they lived…
Cao Yi made an absolute fool of himself.
He actually ran with a flattering smile to catch up with Mr. Yi, forgetting even the basic courtesy of taking leave.
It wasn't until he crossed the threshold that he suddenly remembered something and turned back, meeting Lu Xuan's seemingly mocking gaze—
Cao Yi felt a chill down his spine from that gaze, scrambling to catch up with Mr. Yi's entourage, looking like a pitiful, tail-wagging stray dog.
Inside the hall, the remaining eleven envoys slowly rose, their expressions complicated as they watched Cao Yi's retreating figure.
As the saying goes, the observer sees clearly what the participant cannot!
