Zhan Lan raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yan, who was only an arm's length away. He put down his wine cup, his thin crimson lips glistening with a glossy sheen.
Though his words were spoken lightly, they carried a heavy sense of oppression.
Soon, the people who had gathered to toast Zhan Lan gradually returned to their own seats.
Zhan Xuerou and Bai Lu exchanged glances before they, too, returned to their seats.
The aristocratic young masters only dared to whisper to one another after they returned to their seats.
The son of the Minister of Ministry of Industry said in a low voice, "Who does the Seal Keeper think he is? If he says drink, we should just drink? To drink with him is to drink a decapitation wine!"
The son of the Minister of Rites shook his head, "To drink just for the sake of face - who would dare?"
Several noble ladies had been enchanted by Mu Yan's appearance and could hardly keep their eyes off him.