What was bound to come had indeed come.
King Youhai had praised the Jiang Clan so highly in front of Ye Qinglian. Was he trying to see how Hundred Flowers Valley would react?
Jiang Qihu sighed inwardly.
He had never been good with words.
Before leaving the imperial capital, the Little National Preceptor had warned him that this night banquet would not be "easy to stomach."
He drew a quiet breath.
Jiang Qihu slowly poured himself a drink, using the chance to glance at the seat opposite him. To his surprise, Ye Qinglian's soul aura remained utterly still.
From beginning to end, Ye Qinglian merely drank alone, as though everything happening here had nothing to do with her.
He had known this young valley master of Hundred Flowers Valley in the past, and they had crossed hands several times.
Jiang Qihu knew that Ye Qinglian had a quiet temperament. After the Daoist Sword Palace entered seclusion, Hundred Flowers Valley had rarely involved itself in worldly affairs. Had the matter of the Carp Tide City secret realm not been so significant, Hundred Flowers Valley likely would not have intervened either.
After steadying his thoughts.
Jiang Qihu sat upright. Following the Little National Preceptor's teachings before his departure, he slowly said, "Your Highness jests. Empty fame is like drifting clouds; one cannot take it away in life, nor leave it behind in death."
"Sixty years ago, the Jiang Clan was merely an inconspicuous impoverished household in Azure Prefecture..."
"Enough, enough!"
King Youhai hurriedly raised a hand to stop him, smiling as he said, "Brother Qihu, stop reciting. I watched you grow up in Azure Prefecture. Do I not know what kind of person you are? Did the Little National Preceptor say that? It is rather interesting. Didn't he tell you not to