Xia Zhen trembled all over.
His usually arrogant and domineering mind went blank.
"Young Master..."
Xia Zhen, with bloodshot eyes, searched for Zhou Wangshu's figure in the crowd.
Zhou Wangshu stood among the people, arms crossed, with a provocative expression on his face.
Xia Zhen tried to get up, but tripped over the blanket, falling forward.
The blanket came loose, revealing his embarrassed state.
Blood splattered out.
"Ah..." Xia Zhen screamed miserably.
The people around showed expressions of not being able to bear to look.
Xia Zhen shrieked, "Get lost, all of you, get out..."
"Rebellious son, what have you done?" Marquis Cheng'an rushed over, looking at the chaotic scene, almost unable to catch his breath.
The wedding ceremony for the bride and groom had already ended, and guests who didn't arrive immediately were now arriving one after another.
"Prime Minister, please have the crowd disperse," Marquis Cheng'an said weakly.
