In the side hall, Li Mu Yang's head was thrust forward, half his body leaning ahead in a posture that suggested he was about to rise and leave. Yet his lower body could not move at all, as though someone had cast a spell to immobilize him.
Ning Xin Hai held a teacup in one hand and gripped Li Mu Yang's wrist with the other.
The side hall was not far from the main hall. If the masters inside the small building spoke a little louder, the people here could hear them clearly.
By the same token, if the guards and stewards here started arguing loudly, the masters inside the small building could hear them as well. Thus, most of the time, the few people in this little hall simply drank tea in silence.
Li Mu Yang had been determined to keep a low profile. Even though no one had greeted him after he entered, he did not care in the slightest. Sitting in a corner beside Ning Xin Hai, he had found a measure of peace and quiet.
Another pretty maidservant brought fresh tea, and the atmosphere was harmonious, comfortable, and pleasant.
Who would have thought that just after he sat down, before he had even taken a sip of tea, he would hear someone outside the courtyard giving his younger sister, Li Sinian, a hard time?
At first, he had also intended to endure it, thinking he could not reveal his identity. But when he heard those people growing more and more outrageous, and even heard his younger sister, Li Sinian, draw her dagger, Li Mu Yang could no longer remain seated. Fury surged through him, and he thrust out his neck, wanting to charge outside and fight them to the death.
A powerful impulse welled up inside