Of Dugu Yan and Xiao Chuo, Su Xin did not take Dugu Yan seriously in the slightest. Instead, he was quite curious about his famously renowned wife, Xiao Chuo.
After all, Dugu Yan was the head of a clan, yet he had a fear of his wife. That was a rare sight in the Jianghu.
Though there were fewer women than men in the Jianghu, martial artists let strength do the talking in all things. Thus, no one called Xiao Chuo a shrew; instead, they said Dugu Yan was too useless to even keep a woman in line.
Su Xin smiled and cupped his hands. "Madam Xiao, Clan Head Dugu, enough joking around. Please, have a seat."
At Su Xin's words, a trace of gloom immediately flashed through Dugu Yan's eyes.
Xiao Chuo was his woman, yet Su Xin had placed Xiao Chuo before him in his address. This was plainly saying that he feared his wife and ranked beneath her.
And he had actually called Xiao Chuo Madam Xiao. She was now a member of the Dugu Clan; if he were to address her, he should have called her Madam Dugu. What did Su Xin mean by this? Dugu Yan did not believe Su Xin was unaware of such basic etiquette. He was clearly doing it deliberately—deliberately humiliating him!
In truth, though, Dugu Yan had genuinely wronged Su Xin. It was true that Su Xin had some grievances with the Dugu Clan, but they were far from a life-and-death enmity.
Moreover, given Su Xin's temperament, even if he had a life-and-death feud with a sect, he would simply kill them outright rather than resort to such tedious methods of humiliating people.
He had placed Xiao Chuo before Dugu Yan because he could not see through her. This woman was