Yu Mingyong saw that Mo Xuemin was weeping quietly. He figured that she must be the noble lady of a man who was at least a third-grade official. Meanwhile, his only backing was his elder sister, a consort who had the favor of the Emperor. It would be best if he did not offend anyone. Right now, there were beautiful women everywhere. It would be unwise to fight with a woman. As such, he would let her off the hook. Since he was not the one who had been injured and had not lost in their verbal ...