Not until all the tea had been served did Dongliang Yu realize this point, and he hastily stood up and said, "My apologies, I did not notice the inconvenience to the two of you, I will leave now. Please enjoy your tea."
"There's no need to be so formal, please take a seat," Cheng Ziang waved his hand and then whispered something to Feng.
Hearing his words, Feng picked up the tea, turned her back to Dongliang Yu, and started drinking with gulps. After the long fight, she was indeed very thirsty.
"Please take a seat," Cheng Ziang signaled again.
"I have offended..." Dongliang Yu nodded with some guilt and then sat down again.
"The Superior Lord must already know our intentions, so I will not beat around the bush. We have come concerning the matter of taxation in this area, and we hope the Superior Lord can give us an explanation so we can give one to the townspeople as well," Cheng Ziang said seriously.
