Upon hearing mocking laughter from the private room next door, Eleven's face suddenly darkened.
He wanted to confront them but was held back by Twelve.
"Twelve, let go." Eleven spoke in a low voice, his face was very unpleasant.
"Brother, let's go. Don't waste time arguing with those people."
Twelve was ready to leave.
Even though they now hold official positions, it's better to avoid trouble in a place where dropping a stone could potentially harm numerous court officials.
"Miss Xiao, your words are inappropriate." A male voice rang out, carrying a faint tone of aloofness.
"Master Lu!" The woman's voice was filled with embarrassment and defensiveness, as if she was afraid Lu Fengyun would be displeased with her transgressions, she quickly explained, "My father said that this hot pot was passed down from the palace. They're nothing more than chaff, but they say it's unpalatable. If word gets out, it would be disrespectful to the person in the palace."