Over there.
Bai Xuanmo whispered in Zhi'er's ear, "Little sister, how about your brother takes you to play a game? Let's go push Young Master Han into the water, how about it?"
Zhi'er blinked her long curled eyelashes.
"But brother, aren't we supposed to help Brother Chongzi explain?"
Bai Xuanmo nodded, a playful smile playing on his thin lips, "Will explanations be any use? People will only pretend to believe you because of your presence."
"In reality, it won't resolve the conflict. Given that, why don't we just help Ke Shouwang vent his anger directly?"
Bai Xuanmo squinted his eyes, appearing quite interested.
He laughed, "Why not just push him into the water and say it was Ke Shouwang's idea?"
That would be fun.
Zhi'er pouted, her big eyes full of hesitation, "But that wouldn't be explaining, it'd be bullying. Bullying people is wrong, brother."
Bai Xuanmo raised an eyebrow, grunting, "Little Ball is right, but wouldn't the Jionglin Banquet be boring without some fun?"
