In the back hall of the side wing, Gu Yifeng sat in the chair, quietly savoring the tea in his hand. Gu Yixuan, seated below, dared not move recklessly. After entering, he greeted his older brother with just a nod, and after taking his seat, he hadn't spoken a word.
The more silent it was, the more uncertain Gu Yixuan felt.
Since childhood, Gu Yixuan had feared this older brother. Though only a few years older, he exuded an indescribable authority, a battlefield-like bloodthirstiness. Whenever he made a mistake, his brother wouldn't scold him but would have him kneeling in the ancestral hall, even in the cold winter without allowing charcoal to be lit. Because of this, his legs would ache when the weather turned cold.
"What exactly happened last night?" Gu Yifeng suddenly asked, startling Gu Yixuan, who quickly sat upright.
He wilted, "Brother, truly nothing happened. Sister Ru came out and merely called little sister once, and little sister got scared."
