Shushan Holy Son... Chen Changqing!

Everyone abruptly looked up.

From the eaves, Chen Changqing descended with Li Yuanyuan in his arms.

He had not come by Sword Flight, nor had he put on any grand display.

His green robes were spotless, and the cloth-wrapped sword on his back hung at an angle.

Li Yuanyuan lay in the crook of his arm, still clutching that blackened rattle drum to her chest.

The moment she saw Sun Changtai in the seat of honor, her body involuntarily tensed.

Chen Changqing set her down.

"Stand beside me."

Li Yuanyuan nodded, her little hand gripping the hem of his robe.

Before long, someone in the courtyard recognized her.

"That little girl... she's Li Yuanyuan of the Li Family!"

"Wasn't the Li Family wiped out long ago?"

"She's actually still alive?"

The wine cup in Wang Deshan's hand froze halfway to his mouth.

His expression changed.

Sun Changtai saw Li Yuanyuan as well.

After a brief moment of astonishment, he suddenly laughed.

"So it's you, you little bastard."

Li Yuanyuan pressed her lips together and did not retreat.

Sun Changtai looked at Chen Changqing.

"Boy, you bring a remnant of the Li Family to my doorstep and deliver a coffin besides. Are you trying to stand up for the Li Family?"

Chen Changqing swept his gaze around the courtyard.

"You're Sun Changtai?"

Sun Changtai snorted coldly.

"I am."

Chen Changqing nodded and raised a hand to pat the coffin lid.

"The size should be suitable. You're getting on in years, so I specially had someone line it with cloud silk."

Quite a few people in the courtyard sucked in sharp breaths.

Those words were far too ruthless.

Bringing a coffin to a birthday banquet—and thoughtfully laying soft padding inside it.

Several younger members of the Sun Family were so furious their