"Why doesn't the merchant miss look at us?"

Charlie noticed Ming Mei deliberately avoiding him in the distance. He picked up his wine glass and, imitating others, used the glass and his wide sleeves to cover his face as he secretly asked Julian.

"In this setting, a Hua Liang surrender envoy and a Chu Rong handmaiden flirting at a banquet, do you have any shame?"

Julian was extremely sensitive to the gazes around them, thinking about what had happened during the day. What if they were caught again while buying a boxed lunch? Who would save them then?

"I..."

Charlie was rebuffed and silently looked toward the tyrant sitting at the head of the table. From their remote position, they could only see the tyrant's table, nothing else. How would they find an opportunity to rush forward?

While staring blankly at the legs of the tyrant's table, Charlie suddenly saw the hem of a handmaiden's skirt. Following the skirt upward, he saw—

Holy crap!

Why was the merchant miss standing next to the tyrant?!

Charlie didn't understand!

But Ming Mei understood even less!

When she had just stepped forward to serve the dishes, the other person suddenly called out to her. Ming Mei subconsciously looked up and met a pair of deep, sharp eyes.

When Ming Mei saw the tyrant's entire face, she gasped!

Could this game be any lazier?!

Why did the tyrant's face look exactly like Master Zhang's?!

Even if the face had been slightly adjusted, the "template" was still there!

Ming Mei's nerves were on edge as she stood aside, pouring wine and serving. This person... couldn't be the same one, right?

"Pour the wine."

The tyrant's voice was very cold. As soon as he spoke, Ming Mei felt as if she were standing in the icy snow in skimpy clothes, shivering from the cold wind.

As she poured the wine, Ming Mei secretly glanced at him again, seeing his gaze on the dancers below, his eyes flashing with murderous red light.

The tyrant held a wine glass in one hand and kept the other on the short knife at his waist, looking as if he could rush down and start chopping people at any moment. Ming Mei immediately averted her gaze.

The same face, but on the tyrant, it was inexplicably full of malice. The murderous aura was undisguised.

She was so afraid that he would suddenly chop her!

She felt like the NPCs in the "Assassinate the Emperor"副本 (fùběn, instance) were even more immersed in the story.

Ming Mei couldn't help but think of Master Zhang in the newbie village. He seemed to know from beginning to end that he was an NPC, and he could even stand there and say other things when they weren't in a scene.

However, in this game, Ming Mei felt like she was truly living in another world, with every NPC having flesh and blood and their own story... It was just that the tyrant before her seemed a little different from what she had heard.

"Pour the wine."

Ming Mei wasn't just saying, the tyrant drank so fast, it was practically like drinking water!

He didn't talk to the people below, just drank by himself.

The people below seemed used to the tyrant's behavior. They toasted each other, and no one dared to say anything to the tyrant.

Those who were supposed to be bragging and chatting with their colleagues were bragging and chatting; those who were supposed to be drinking and talking were constantly urging each other to drink; and those who were supposed to be watching the dancers never took their eyes off them.

It was said that the tyrant was a lecherous man, but he didn't seem particularly interested in these dancers at the moment.

It was supposed to be a happy and harmonious scene, but the tyrant alone sat high above, repeatedly calling for wine to be poured, drinking cup after cup, his eyes clear, with an occasional flash of murderous intent.

It was no exaggeration to say that the tyrant probably liked the wine in his glass the most.

Ming Mei had Guigui (name) switch the live broadcast view of Lu Xiaoyao to her. She saw that Lu Xiaoyao and the others were already preparing for their final appearance in the back, and Lu Xiaoyao was definitely restless. So, Lu Xiaoyao's perspective was currently peeking at the banquet.

Then she heard her say, "Wow~~ This tyrant is so handsome!"

Ming Mei: Here we go again!

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She was like this in the newbie village in the previous round!

However, the comments on Lu Xiaoyao's stream were also filled with things like [Isn't this Master Zhang?!], [WTF! What's wrong with this game company? They don't even bother to change the models? "Master Zhang" just changed his hairstyle and became the tyrant?], and so on.

But some of the comments gradually changed their tone—

[Speaking of which, do some production companies use memory suppression on game players in order to be lazy and not change the models? Otherwise, as soon as this "Master Zhang" appears, people will know he's the villain!]

[That makes sense, but it's true that there's no reason to trap such a handsome model in just one game instance, right? Move him to a few more, and the game company might be able to spin off a new game—"The Amazing Master Zhang"!]

[Also, also, have you guys noticed that the merchant miss and the villain... hehehehe, I really want to ship them!]

[Damn, I'm shipping them too. These two standing together are really, say it with me, "So well-matched!!"]

[So well-matched!!!]

……

Ming Mei, who inexplicably found herself eating melon seeds and gossiping about herself, was speechless. With a stiff face, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the man behind her.

Were people so outrageous when shipping CPs these days?

……

[Look, look, they're secretly stealing glances at each other!!]

[Ahhh! I never thought that one day I could ship a beautiful romance between NPCs in my daughter's live broadcast!]

[The Cold-Faced Tyrant and his sweet, soft, adorable little wife, I love it!]

……

Ming Mei: ???

Sweet, soft, adorable little wife?

Where was she sweet?

Where was she soft?

And adorable?

How could they spread such rumors out of nowhere?!

Seeing this, Ming Mei almost popped her eyes out. She had only secretly glanced at him, and these people could see it?

From this far away!

Distracted by the nonsensical topics in the comments, Ming Mei came back to her senses and heard the tyrant call out for wine again. Ming Mei quickly picked up the wine pot, only to realize as she poured that it was empty.

Ming Mei: …

"Your Majesty, the wine is gone..."

Ming Mei maintained the pouring posture, looking at the empty spout of the wine pot. She lowered her head awkwardly, her eyes unconsciously fixed on his hand holding the short knife, afraid that he would suddenly lash out.

"Leave."

"Yes..."

"Bring two more pots, and don't take too long, or else..." The threat in his words was self-evident.

Ming Mei: …

She originally thought her chance had come to get rid of standing here and go sell boxed lunches, but was that it?

And she couldn't take too long?

In just two seconds, her heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, rising and falling... falling.

She couldn't shake him off? Was she going to stand guard for this tyrant all night?

Then how was she going to sell her boxed lunches?