Xu Yi's voice was icy as he shouted. Young Master Cao's face turned green. He tried to speak several times, but Xu Yi had the moral high ground and Cao couldn't string together a single word in his defense.
Kuang Wenyuan was so startled that a chill ran down his back. How could he have forgotten? That scoundrel was always good at making a mountain out of a molehill, shameless beyond measure. The military situation by South Mountain really was as urgent as a fire. With Xu Yi's scolding, Kuang's actions today truly did seem utterly out of place. He wanted to regain control of the situation, but Xu Yi spoke again.
"The branches still tangled have not yet changed from their first yellow, yet, leaning on the east wind, they grow wild. They know how to veil the sun and moon with flying blossoms, but know nothing of the clear frost between heaven and earth." Xu Yi recited loudly. "Those who have hindered the great cause of the Heavenly Court are you lot. You lot!" Having said that, he left without looking back, his retreating figure so lonely and desolate.
With a "Wah," Kuang Wenyuan spat out another mouthful of old blood. He murmured, "How could I have forgotten? How could I have forgotten..." Every young master in the hall wore a livid expression. Someone gave a cold snort and left first. In an instant, everyone was gone, and not one of them so much as greeted Kuang Wenyuan, their host.
The two beauties exchanged glances, shook their heads in unison, and left Spring Hut as well. Zhang Beiyue said anxiously, "I'd planned to use this chance to befriend these famous young masters. Damn it, that scoundrel ruined everything. All our efforts are wasted. Damn it, truly damn him."