Director Yu finally couldn't hold back. "You still dare to run your mouth? You really think no one knows the disgraceful things you've done? Who knows what flattering things you said to Yuwen Tuo?"
Xu Yi cupped his hands toward Director Yu, then turned and left.
Director Yu's beautiful eyes turned icy, and her delicate fingertips clenched until they went white.
Xiao Tao stepped in front of Xu Yi. "You'd better explain what's going on. You haven't really gotten mixed up with a rotten person like Yuwen Tuo, have you? You said it yourself: 'Beneath three feet of snow, who in this world deserves to wear white besides you?'"
Director Yu said coldly, "A person like him can even say, 'Someday, when I think of Chang'an, it's really only some person in Chang'an I'm thinking of.' How could any of his poetry be trusted?"
Xiao Tao couldn't help glancing at Director Yu, sensing that something had changed in the air.
Xu Yi looked dejected. "Those who understand me know that I'm troubled; those who don't wonder what I seek. I never thought that, in your eyes, Director Yu, I was such a person. So be it. More words are useless; they'll only wound the heart. Take care, Director Yu. Take care, Fairy Xiao Tao. Just consider that I, Xu, was never here."
With that, he slipped past Xiao Tao and walked across the lotus leaves.
"Get lost!"
With a crash, two figures slammed into the lotus pond like cannonballs, sending up a towering cloud of spray.
"How rude!"
Xiao Tao fixed her gaze on the newcomers and scolded them. "Lord Yuwen, Master Fan, this Sunny Rain Pavilion is the Director's place of quiet cultivation. Even the Eldest Master would announce his arrival in advance. For the two of you to