"Su Ziyu! What did you just say?" Su Zichen barked.
Su Ziyu sneered. "What's wrong with saying you're an ill-mannered fool? A place as important as the Scripture Depository isn't somewhere you're fit to come!"
"I haven't even gone inside. Why can't I come?"
Su Xin didn't interfere in the quarrel between the two juniors. Su Ziyu had clearly come looking for trouble, and judging by the hatred in Su Zichen's eyes, the two of them had a considerable history.
Still, Su Xin was curious. Su Ziyu was a direct-line disciple, so why was he determined to make trouble for Su Zichen, a collateral-line disciple?
Su Ziyu sneered. "I say you can't, so you can't! And who's this person beside you? Another bastard with Su Family blood? Instead of assigning someone like him to the storeroom, why bring him wandering around a place as important as the Scripture Depository? Are you up to no good?"
Su Mingyuan hadn't concealed Su Xin's arrival at the Su Family, but neither had he made it public.
So a disciple like Su Ziyu, who didn't pay much attention to the family's affairs, had no idea Su Xin had come.
There were only so many direct-line and collateral-line disciples in the Su Family, and he knew nearly all of them.
Seeing a complete stranger here, he naturally assumed Su Xin was one of the disciples the Su Family had brought in from the outside, someone with Su Family blood.
The bloodlines of these people were all weak. Calling them bastards wasn't an exaggeration. Within the Su Family, they were even lower than collateral-line disciples and could only be put to work handling odd jobs.
But Su Xin, who had been watching the show, darkened. The smile on his face gradually faded.
Su Ziyu sneered. "You