Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"How dare they be so arrogant?"

Wen’er smacked the table, furor brimming, resembling an irate adult.

Mu Zhongqing sighed, saying: "Wen’er, enough. When going out, it is best not to cause trouble. Let’s just leave."

Although Cai Wei was dissatisfied, she was with her parents and family, so she couldn’t make a scene. She reluctantly picked up Wu’er and followed her parents downstairs.

As they descended the stairs, guests who had been evicted from the private rooms were also coming downstairs, all with grievances, with a few relieved of having gotten a free meal.

Mu Zhongqing’s family, with the flow of people, arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. As they were about to leave, a group of Liaodan people arrived, snaking through the crowd.

The man at the front was tall and physically striking, dressed in a wide-waisted black robe lined with snow wolf fur. His left ear was pierced with an eagle ring, a curved knife hung at his waist and a savage scar crossed his left cheek, which had once sported an attractive face and now added an element of cold-blooded cruelty.

Behind the man, there was a group of Liaodan people, gaudy in their dress, laughing raucously. As they walked, they loudly discussed something in the Liaodan language, each also carrying the signature Liaodan curved knife at their waist.

Behind them were the strapping Liaodan guards, and in their midst, shockingly, were a dozen young ladies, vividly dressed in the style of Great Jin, apparently brothel girls.

This group, arriving at the entrance of the restaurant, encountered the guests who were trying to leave.