DINING HALL – LI MANSION
The long table was set neatly with warm soy milk, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and congee.
Old Madam Li sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes cold as they flickered over Shen Li who sat quietly beside her own parents, her hair tied back into a simple low bun.
Li Feng entered, greeted with silence. He took his seat at the far end of the table, lifting his porcelain spoon without a word.
Mr. Shen cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the suffocating quiet, "Li Feng… Li'er… we… we need to talk about how to live peacefully from now on... No more fights!"
No one spoke, only the faint clink of chopsticks and distant birdsong beyond the glass walls filled the tense space.
Finally, Old Madam Li scoffed softly, "Peacefully? You speak as if peace can be negotiated. Respect and dignity must first exist for peace to follow."
