Han Ziqi's gaze briefly flickered with a trace of hostility. The hand resting on his knee clenched into a fist as he curved his lips into a smirk and pointed at Xiaoqi. "Third Miss, your younger brother's temper is something else—too quick to offend others. You ought to teach him better."
Xiaoqi spread his hands fearlessly. "I'm just telling the truth—did it sting your fragile ego? If I were a maiden, I'd definitely choose Xie Xun over you. Your story paints it backward: the maiden choosing Xie Xun, you flying into a jealous rage, taking up arms, and the maiden dying as a sword in Xie Xun's defense. Now that would make for a far more convincing tale, wouldn't it?"
Han Ziqi felt a swell of murderous intent but forced himself to suppress it. Fengyu, sensing his displeasure, gently chided, "Xiaoqi, don't be rude."
Xiaoqi scoffed coldly but fell silent after that.
Fengyu remarked, "This matter… is quite intriguing."
"Does Third Miss not trust me?"
