"You're shameless enough to tell us to look in the mirror. Have you looked in one? With that turtle-like face of yours, you probably wouldn't have dared leave the house today if you had."
"I really envy you, envy your thick skin. Don't you have any idea of what you look like? Yet you have the nerve to ridicule us."
One of the noble ladies couldn't stand it any longer and retorted in a low voice.
As soon as she spoke, the other noble ladies couldn't hold back either, chiming in to belittle Zhu Yongcheng, making him seem utterly worthless, even to the point that a passing dog was considered more human than he was.
Zhu Yongcheng was furious, rolling up his sleeves ready to brawl with these noble ladies, but Wei Chaohui quickly grabbed him, stopping him.
"Alright, alright, Brother Yongcheng, the Second Young Master is over there, and it looks like he's holding something. Let's go take a look."
Wei Chaohui was on the verge of exasperation.
