Wine glasses were already shattered all over the floor, and a young eunuch hurried to call people to clean it up. He felt as though he had forgotten to consult the almanac before leaving the house today. He had simply wanted to catch a glimpse of the demeanor of the new imperial scholars, only to stumble upon a mountain of unsightly and scandalous secrets. Right now, his only hope was that Cáo Bóshān was a nobleman prone to convenient memory lapses and would forget him completely. He had no wish to be a eunuch and still suffer retaliation, especially since that cup of wine had been poured for him by Cáo Bóshān himself.
Where was someone as insignificant as dust to seek any reasoning or redress?
Having achieved his goal, Zhao Yan leaned against Yang Yizhi's shoulder and snickered. They could easily have avoided this scene, but Cáo Bóshān had insisted on making a fuss, leaving Zhao Yan no choice but to accompany a gentleman through thick and thin.
Chapter 342