Outside the Drunken Guest Tower.
A crowd had gathered on the street, and everyone was sighing.
In the center of the crowd, Lan Xinyu was being blocked by a brocade-robed youth.
"Little beauty, you hit my servant. Are you ready to admit your guilt?" the brocade-robed youth said as his lecherous gaze roamed over Lan Xinyu, glinting with fervent desire.
"He was disrespectful first. I was simply retaliating," Lan Xinyu replied. She knew full well that the man before her was no ordinary person and that she couldn't afford a direct confrontation.
At her words, the brocade-robed youth turned his head. His sharp gaze landed on a young man in martial attire standing beside him, on whose face the faint mark of a slap was still visible.
"Young Master, I didn't even touch her! I just wanted to invite her back to the mansion to meet with you," the young man in martial attire hurriedly explained.
"Is that so?" Hearing this, the brocade-robed youth's expression finally softened.
