Jing Luo had no interest in watching these women fight among themselves. As a modern soul who had transmigrated into the book, he simply could not understand why everyone could not just focus on being their own best selves. With that, he stood up and walked out of the banquet hall.
Unlike the pleasantly warm interior, the cold wind blowing against his face added a sharp touch of chill.
He tightened his robes around himself and casually asked a young eunuch where the latrine was located.
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