As Xu Yi and Huang Mei exchanged thoughts, several figures came racing over in the distance. When they arrived, they stopped and watched from afar. Before long, more and more people showed up. In the span of a moment, three to five hundred had gathered, clearly drawn by the news to see the commotion.
The crowd ignored Xu Yi, and Xu Yi ignored them. Just then, Xiang Yingxin burst out and shouted furiously, "Xu, you've got some nerve! What's the meaning of this grand display? Are you looking to get yourself killed? My Xiang Family has been an aristocratic house for thousands of years. How could we tolerate such an insult?"
Xu Yi replied loudly, "An insult? Brother Yingxin, what makes you say that? Since when has the Heavenly Court's office summoning a suspect in a case to assist with an investigation become an insult to someone or their family? What, then, does the majesty of the glorious Heavenly Court mean in your eyes, Xiang Yingxin? Or do you think the Xiang Family stands above the Heavenly Court?"
"Don't argue with him. Demand evidence. Pick a fight and provoke him; find a way to make him strike first. Beat him until his face is a mess. As long as he can't get anything on us, he'll have taken a beating for nothing. Even if he makes a fuss about it, it'll amount to nothing more than a petty squabble between juniors." Standing not far away, Xiang Tianwen sent the message to Xiang Yingxin.
Xiang Yingxin called out, "Xu, you keep calling me a suspect. What evidence do you have? If you can't produce any, I'll take this as a personal vendetta. Everyone knows that during the grand competition, you begged me for mercy. Now that you've got the upper hand,