After a while, the Zhao butler returned and led several servants to clean up the mess in the room. The Zhao butler glared at me angrily and shouted, "Ren Chujing, go back to your room." Why, what does he think I want to live here? "I can't ask for it." I responded impolitely, without looking at him, and walked out of the house, so angry that Zhao's face cramped. When I first became Qin Xuan's...