After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

After eating about a third of the food, Zhu Yan pushed the bowl to Xu Zhiyuan, took a tissue from her bag to wipe her mouth, and inhaled slightly from the spiciness.

"Eat so little?" Xu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, looking at him with some shock.

"They put too much chili in."

"Hahahaha," Lu Ze laughed awkwardly a few times, "I saw that you hadn't eaten spicy food in a long time, so I added more for you, and also their new explosive chili peppers."

Not only was the bowl at the celebratory banquet covered in chili peppers, but his own bowl was also filled with them, and he was so spicy that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Don't eat anymore." Zhu Yan was a little worried about Xu Zhiyuan. He couldn't handle very spicy food, and if he finished this bowl, they would have to call an ambulance.

Xu Zhiyuan didn't take it seriously. "Tch, a little firecracker? I'll just take her down, okay?"

Then, using the spoon that had been used at the banquet, he took a bite, and instantly his face turned bright red. He dropped the spoon, braced his right hand on the table, and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough—"

"Heh." Zhu Yan laughed in exasperation, and patted him on the back helplessly. "Serves you right, you always had to be stubborn."

"Cough cough cough—" Xu Zhiyuan was coughing so hard he was completely out of it. "It's nothing... cough cough—I... I'm fine."

With a flushed face, Xu Zhiyuan said he was fine at the moment.

That's hilarious.

Lu Ze saw a pot of tea on the table, lifted the lid and glanced at it. The thin tea leaves had turned the tea into a dark green color.

"Brother Yan, is this drinkable?" Lu Ze asked, glancing at the tea.

"I don't know, but you can try it." Zhu Yan looked at the tea leaves steeping in the tea, which seemed somewhat familiar.

Lu Ze glanced at Xu Zhiyuan, who was coughing so hard he was about to pass out, and poured him a cup. "There's no other way, Brother Zhiyuan, you should drink it." Xu Zhiyuan didn't mind and took the tea from Lu Ze and poured it into his mouth.

"Ugh...it's so bitter." Xu Zhiyuan almost vomited. "What did you give me to drink? Medicine?"

Lu Ze was somewhat bewildered by Xu Zhiyuan's strong reaction. "It should be...it should be tea."

"Are you feeling better?" Xu Zhiyuan was still leaning on the table, and Zhu Yan patted him gently a few more times.

"I'm much better now. I just choked a little, it was an accident." As soon as he recovered, Xu Zhiyuan started to be stubborn again. He never admits that he can't handle spicy food.

But that's the truth; he couldn't eat it.

Banquet:…

Lu Ze: ...

Why didn't you cough yourself to death just now, you stubborn bastard?

Xu Zhiyuan took a few sips to calm down, and Lu Ze, seeing the pained expression on Xu Zhiyuan's face, suddenly became interested, poured himself a glass, and wanted to try it too.

"Stop!!!" Suddenly, a shout came from not far away. It was so sudden that Lu Ze's hand trembled and half of the tea in his cup spilled out.

All eyes turned to a servant dressed in manor clothes. He was not tall, but quite strong, and what was most striking was the terrified expression on his face.

"Whose men are you? How dare you be so ill-mannered? Don't you know this is Young Master Zhu Huan's most precious tea? And this is Young Master Zhu Huan's private resting area. Who gave you permission to come in?"

The maid's name was Xie Zhan, and she was the personal maid of the youngest son of the second elder of the Zhu family in the West Tower.

At this moment, he was glaring angrily at Zhu Yan and the others.

Lu Ze and Xu Zhiyuan were a little confused. Seriously? Just a pot of tea and a pavilion—was that really necessary?

And what's with this "Young Master Zhu Huan" nonsense? The young master can go wherever he wants and sit wherever he wants.

Xie Zhan came from a distance and tried to enter the pavilion, but was stopped by two bodyguards standing at the entrance:

"Outsiders are not allowed to approach."

Xie Zhan: ?

"What do you mean? Do you know whose men I work for? You dare to stop Young Master Zhu Huan's men?"

Xie Zhan stared wide-eyed at the two bodyguards in front of him in disbelief.

He assumed that this was a bodyguard from the West Building.

But in reality, these are the main building bodyguards who follow Zhu Yan around, protecting his safety at all times.

"Young Master Zhu Huan? I don't know him."

The bodyguard uttered a few cold words.

He only recognizes the young master; no one else can persuade him.

"You...you...how dare you!" Xie Zhan was furious. He had never been treated so badly when he was with Zhu Huan before!

Everyone avoids him when they see him.

After all, Zhu Huan was the most favored in the West Tower, and he didn't even care about the legitimate daughter.

"You dare stop me? You're slapping Young Master Zhu Huan in the face!"

Xie Zhan was furious.

Zhu Yan thought that this clown in front of him was quite capable of using someone else's power to bully others.

"Let him in," Zhu Yan ordered, but the two bodyguards didn't just let him in directly.

Fearing that Xie Zhan might go mad and hurt Zhu Yan, the two men, one on each side, grabbed him and brought him to Zhu Yan.

"Young Master Zhu Huan, is that right? Quite a prestigious name?" Zhu Yan picked up the teacup on the table, held it in his hand, and swung it back and forth.

"You know that now, so let me go. If the young master finds out, you're dead!"

Xie Zhan barked wildly at Zhu Yan, barking threats at her.

"Little Yanyan, how come some of your servants don't recognize their master?" Xu Zhiyuan, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, had never experienced being verbally abused by a servant before.

"His identity has not yet been revealed."

Zhu Yan agreed with Xu Zhiyuan's words, but she was quite curious about the young master Zhu Huan that Xie Zhan had mentioned.

For a moment, I was seized by a playful impulse.

"I'll give you five minutes to call your young master Zhu Huan over."

Judging from the looks of it, Zhu Huan has bullied quite a few people in the West Building.

Zhu Yan is in high spirits today and will help purge the West Building of its scourges.

Zhu Yan waved his hand, signaling the two bodyguards to release Xie Zhan, who regained his freedom.

"Once Young Master Zhu Huan arrives, you're all doomed," Xie Zhan warned Zhu Yan before leaving.

"Then you'd better hurry up and go. I really want to see how you die." Faced with Xie Zhan's completely intimidating warning, Lu Ze remained unmoved and even made a sarcastic remark.

Zhu Yan wasn't worried that Xie Zhan wouldn't come back after leaving, after all... judging from his appearance, he wasn't the type to take things lying down.

Sure enough, soon Xie Zhan followed behind a young man dressed in flamboyant clothes, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, with no sense of aesthetics whatsoever.