Beneath the corridor, a black-clad figure and a white-clad figure stood facing off, divided over the question of who was the younger sister.
Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er had never been able to settle that question.
At heart, Xiang Yuan supported Xiao Lingyue. It had nothing to do with favoritism. In his mind, his madam and his wife had always stood on equal footing; he supported Xiao Lingyue purely on the basis of character.
Chan'er's character... all he could say was that the demoness was beautiful. If she became the elder sister, the backyard would be guaranteed to descend into chaos.
Xiang Yuan would not need to do anything all day. Just watching her stir up trouble would not leave enough time even in twelve double-hours.
But Chan'er was so beloved by her husband, who doted on her before anything else. How could he openly support Xiao Lingyue? Thus, Xiang Yuan only gave his support in spirit. Whenever asked, he claimed to hold the bowl of water level and help neither side.
Since no conclusion had ever been reached, the two women clashed needle-to-needle whenever they met. Chan'er would always be the first to start speaking in barbed, sarcastic tones, then the first to lose against the King Zhao Residence's deep-rooted family learning, and finally the first to throw a punch.
Fight, fight. I just reinforced the grand formation—if you two don't have a bout, wouldn't all my work have been for nothing, Husband/Darling?
Holding Xiao Lingyan in his arms, Xiang Yuan watched the seven figures weaving beneath the corridor and reported the battle to Xiao Lingyan like a commentator.
"What a Xiao Lingyue! As expected of the Unrivaled Palace Master's last disciple. Her blazing sun shines resplendent, her swordsmanship is peerless. She grasped the true intent of solar fire by