Song Qingshu was startled, never expecting the flames of war to suddenly spread to him. The Southern Song party all looked at him suspiciously.
Xue Baochai tugged at his sleeve and asked softly, "Did you offend her before?"
Song Qingshu shook his head uncertainly. "Probably... not?"
"How could you not have?" Xue Pan slapped his forehead, as if recalling something. "No wonder she looked so familiar. We met her together at Lou Wai Lou last time, and you even groped her breast, didn't you?"
"Uh..." Xue Pan's voice was loud. Once the people nearby heard there was such a grievance between them, their expressions became exceedingly strange. A blush spread across Wanyan Chongjie's little face, her eyes filled with both embarrassment and anger.
"You!" Xue Baochai spat lightly. With that sort of grudge between them, it was no wonder the other woman had singled him out. In this day and age, such behavior was no different from that of a lecherous villain.
Forget everyone else—even the Yellow-robed Woman glared at him with a disgusted expression.
"That time was completely accidental. It was just a coincidence..." Song Qingshu did not even know who he was explaining himself to.
Xue Baochai had no choice but to step forward and say to Wanyan Chongjie, "What happened before was merely a misunderstanding. I hope you will not take it to heart. As for today's conflict, both sides were at fault. How about each side takes a step back?"
Forget her relationship with Jia Baoyu—even if it had been anyone else in the party, she would never have allowed the Jurchen to take them away.
Wanyan Chongjie snorted. "What if I refuse to back down?"
Before Xue Baochai could answer, the Yellow-robed Woman said directly, "Then we'll settle it with our hands." She had always