On the long street, the brief lull in the drizzle was broken as it began to fall once again.
Mr. Zhao Douan's triumphant laughter echoed unrestrained in the air, clearly reaching the ears of every spectator.
At this moment, whether it was the customers inside the teahouse or the commoners huddled under eaves to watch, a deep awe seeped into their expressions.
They were not sure who the person who had intervened was, but based on a certain logical inference, they assumed it was one of Mr. Zhao Douan's protectors.
After all... which high-ranking official, or noble scion, does not have beautiful maids and guards by their side?
It was a stereotyped prejudice, of course.
"No wonder... Yama Zhao is so brazen, he really is a figure of authority."
Many people harbored such thoughts, a wave of envy rising in their hearts.