The girl's voice was soft and gentle, yet it fell into every person's ears—and heart.
"Brother Song said that we were only discussing romance and painting techniques. Why did you start attacking someone else's character?"
Was she speaking for the dead? Standing up for Li Mu Yang?
Tranquil Water Condensing Dew—the atmosphere was like dew frozen solid, icy to the bone.
Everyone found it inconceivable.
Everyone knew that Cui Xiaoxin was a direct descendant of the Cui family. The reason Li Mu Yang was regarded as the Cui family's mortal enemy was that he had killed someone the Cui family valued immensely: Cui Zhao Ren. Although Cui Zhao Ren was not Cui Xiaoxin's biological elder brother, siblings in a great clan were supposed to share the same breath, to rise and fall together. Could it be that she did not care in the slightest?
What reason or standing did Cui Xiaoxin have to speak for the killer of her brother? Was she not afraid of being punished by her elders after returning home?
After a moment, Song Tao was still the first to break the silence.
He studied Cui Xiaoxin thoughtfully and said with a smile, "Look at you men. You're not even as broad-minded as a young woman. Xiaoxin can set aside her blood feud for the moment, yet you keep it hanging from your lips, chattering on and on. Today, we'll only discuss romance, poetry, calligraphy, and painting. That is the theme of this gathering. If you refuse to abide by it, I'll have no choice but to exercise the president's authority."
Song Tao had naturally said this to help Cui Xiaoxin out of her predicament.
Chu Jiang raised his brows slightly, but in an instant, his expression returned to tranquility.
He held a cup of clear wine