He glanced at her with cold eyes, then turned to listen to Jiang Xiaoran's words.
Feng Zhiyu almost mustered up the courage to walk into the pavilion.
In front of six or seven young masters, she said: "Young masters, could you please step aside for the time being? I would like to apologize to the Marquis alone."
The young men who were talking were all startled.
They looked at each other, and Jiang Xiaoran stood up hesitantly to leave.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes showing impatience and coldness.
He held Jiang Xiaoran down and asked everyone to sit down again.
Ye Siming's voice was cold: "If you have anything to say, just say it, otherwise you don't speak."
Feng Zhiyu felt a little embarrassed.
It was really shameful for her to apologize in front of so many gentlemen.
However, she didn't want Ye Siming to hate her.
Feng Zhiyu took a deep breath, then lowered his head and said: "Last time, I made the Marquis unhappy with my offensive words. After I went back, I thought about it clearly and realized that I was wrong."
Ye Siming frowned slightly: "I don't remember who you are or what you said.
But seeing as you can still stand here alive, I guess you haven’t made me completely angry yet. Now that you’ve finished speaking, you can leave.”
Feng Zhiyu refused to leave, biting his lip and said: "I'm sorry, it was really wrong for me to speak like that before. I'm just a little worried about Mr. Hou."
"I..." She wanted to say she was distressed, but she was afraid that Ye Siming would be angry, so she could only lower her dim eyes: "I said too much, I am no longer qualified."
Listening to her confused words, even Jiang Xiaoran couldn't help but frown.
What was she talking about?
Jiang Xiaoran stood up immediately: "Now that we've finished talking, let's go over there and play hutong."
Just at this time, Wanyin beside Concubine Qiao came over with a pot of good wine.
Wanyin smiled and said: "The noble concubine heard that the Marquis was here, so she asked the slave to bring it.
This is the wine made by our queen at home, and the marquis and all the young masters must try it."
The young masters quickly laughed and said, "Thanks to the Marquis, I can take advantage of it today, and I can also taste the good wine from the imperial concubine's family."
Wanyin placed the wine bottle in the pavilion. She was about to leave, but with a glance from the corner of her eye, she saw Feng Zhiyu standing next to him with his head down.
After just a moment of sizing up, Wanyin quickly looked away. She smiled and said: "The things have been delivered. I will leave first. The Marquis and all the young masters have a great time."
Wanyin resigned, but did not leave quickly.
Feng Zhiyu also waited for her to go out before saying: "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Maybe what I said was too direct and made the Marquis unhappy, but I also wanted to do it for the good of the Marquis and the princess. Since I made the Marquis angry,
, I won’t say it again in the future.”
"Master Hou, can you forgive me?"
She raised her eyes Yingying.
When Wanyin heard this, she frowned and looked back at Feng Zhiyu.
Ye Siming didn't understand what she was saying at all.
He was most annoyed by such roundabout words.
Ye Siming's temperament was cold: "If you don't understand, just get out."
Feng Zhiyu didn't expect him to say that.
It felt like being slapped in the face, in front of so many young men!
Feng Zhiyu was stunned, her face was forced to turn red, she hesitated, feeling embarrassed!
He didn't care much, his tears flashed, he turned around and walked away quickly.
Jiang Xiaoran then asked: "Si Ming, do you know her?"
Ye Siming frowned: "I don't know him at all."
Wanyin watched Feng Zhiyu leave quickly.
She pondered for a while, and after a while, Wanyin returned directly to Concubine Qiao and informed her of the matter.