It was already getting dark.
Xiang Liang, his head wrapped in bandages, sat in the seat of honor with a grim expression. His gaze rested on Xiang Yu below, carrying an inscrutable meaning.
There were three people in the room now.
The other, naturally, was Yu Meiren, sitting opposite Xiang Yu with a flushed face.
"Xiang Yu." Xiang Liang tapped the table with his knuckles, producing a sharp sound. "Don't you plan to explain yourself?"
The anger and gloom in his tone made Xiang Yu shudder. Even Yu Meiren, who had weathered many hardships, felt a chill run through her.
After what had happened that afternoon, the Xiang Family had gone mad—in every possible sense.
In order to properly deal with the matter, Xiang Liang, who had been stuck to the wall, had been peeled off and, despite his injuries, brought Xiang Yu and that woman—whose conduct was probably quite atrocious—to the main hall, intending to carefully question them about the whole sequence of events.
At the very least, they had to figure out what exactly had happened, right?
Xiang Yu was completely dumbfounded.
"Explain what, Uncle?"
"You're still asking what to explain!?" With his forehead still aching, Xiang Liang's anger flared up, twisting his features. "She came right to our door—and in such a disgraceful state, no less!?"
"Me?" Xiang Yu spread his hands, a giant question mark written across his face.
What the hell did I do?
Yu Meiren seemed to realize that the atmosphere was a little off. Remembering what Xu Fu had told her before, she hurriedly stood up and walked from behind her seat to stand before Xiang Liang.
"Um, Lord Xiang Liang, this humble woman greets you."
Xiang Liang's mouth twitched. Remembering what had happened that afternoon, he wanted to start cursing, but his