"Uh, Seventh Young Master, does your nod mean that you haven't forgotten what Miss told you, or is it as I said, you've already forgotten?"

"The security in this courtyard is not weak."

"Uh, Seventh Young Master, what are you talking about? I'm speaking to you."

"Go accompany your Miss. It seems someone is bothering her."

Lily Foster turned to look, and sure enough, noticed that her own Miss had already been surrounded by three young men, who kept talking incessantly. As the interaction continued, a faint trace of impatience began to appear on her Miss's face.

"Damn, these guys are getting more and more annoying. No, the one who's even more hateful is that Princess Grace. If he hadn't made it clear that he's opposing Miss, with Miss's status and strength, would these clowns even dare to show up in front of her?"

"Your Miss has injured her heart meridian. The heart belongs to fire, governing blood and vessels. During her recovery, she must avoid emotional fluctuations, especially anger. Otherwise, her heart meridian will operate faster, blood will flow more rapidly, rushing to the heart, and the injury will worsen. So, my advice is: before your Miss truly gets angry, take her away and calm her mood."

"What? These guys are just too much, actually daring to make Miss angry!" As she said this, Lily Foster suddenly turned around, intending to teach those three young men a lesson. But as soon as she stood up, she remembered Ethan Brooks beside her, quickly turned back and said, "That's right, Miss is your officially betrothed wife. If anyone should step in, it should be you, Seventh Young Master. Those three are only at the fifth level of Qi Dao, about the same as you. You reached the fifth level three years ago, so you should be even stronger now. Taking care of them should be no problem at all. Come on, Seventh Young Master, it's your time to shine in front of Miss."

"With your sixth level of Qi Dao, you can easily deal with these people. Besides, if your Miss wanted to act, handling them would be no trouble at all."

"I'm just giving you a chance to show off!" With that, Lily Foster didn't hesitate any longer, directly grabbed Ethan Brooks and headed toward where her Miss was.

Ivy Foster, after being subtly mocked by the three young men, was naturally in a bad mood. But considering they were just small fry, and this was a banquet personally hosted by His Majesty the Emperor, she couldn't be bothered to stoop to their level. However, when she saw Lily Foster disregarding propriety between men and women and pulling Ethan Brooks over, a trace of anger appeared on her beautiful face. She immediately left the three men behind and came over to the two, giving Ethan Brooks an unhappy glance: "Let go!"

Ethan Brooks chuckled softly and said nothing, because it was actually Lily Foster who was holding his hand.

Being scolded by her own Miss, Lily Foster seemed to realize something and quickly explained, "Sorry, Miss, I just saw you were... and got anxious, so I pulled him over."

Ivy Foster understood her temperament and nodded, "Don't do that again."

"Yes, Miss."

At this moment, the three young men whom Ivy Foster had left behind came over again. One of them, dressed in white and thinking himself quite distinguished, smiled and said, "Miss Foster, who is this gentleman? He looks unfamiliar."

Ivy Foster couldn't be bothered to respond: "If you want to know, can't you ask him yourself?" With that, she took Lily Foster aside. She understood why Lily Foster had brought Ethan Brooks over—she just wanted to give him a chance to show off and regain some confidence. After all, these three were just small fry; offending them didn't matter. She also wanted to take this opportunity to see if Ethan Brooks was really hiding his true self, as rumored in the marquis' residence.

The man in white wasn't offended by Ivy Foster's blunt words. He was here to stir up trouble anyway; he couldn't expect a warm welcome. So, acting familiar, he walked up to Ethan Brooks, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Wang Ji, commander of the Mountain Camp. May I have the honor of making your acquaintance?"

Ethan Brooks smiled lightly, nodded, and simply turned around, heading straight back to the seat he had just occupied.

"Uh..."

Seeing his polite greeting ignored and the man just turning away without a word, James Clark's face turned a bit ugly. He could vaguely sense the hidden amusement of some people watching from the shadows...

However, this banquet was personally ordered by His Majesty the Emperor, inviting all the outstanding young talents of the Great Qi Dynasty. Anyone who received an invitation was no ordinary person. Although James Clark was a commander with over a thousand men under him, here, his status was far from impressive. Not wanting to provoke someone he couldn't afford to offend, he suppressed his displeasure and didn't go looking for trouble.