Stand-off

"Young master?"

When Ye Feng spoke, his tone was low and humble.

"Old Ye Feng, may I ask if young master's surname is Feng?"

Yan Ruyu's cold eyes looked at Ye Feng, and unexpectedly, there was a trace of surprise.

"There are a lot of interruptions today. We still have things to discuss with Qin Sheng, so we can only offend Elder Ye."

Ye Feng hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.

"Of course not."

Yan Ruyu nodded.

At this time, Zhao Shuning did not bother about Ye Feng ignoring her and followed Yan Ruyu out of the palace.

When Qin Sheng saw this, he was stunned.

He staggered up from the stage.

Under the gazes of the crowd, he left in a sorry state.

He knew that if he followed along tactfully, he might be able to suffer a little less.

As long as he had the slightest bit of resistance, that light robed man would most likely end his life on the spot.

Yan Ruyu held Zhao Shuning's hand.