Everyone abruptly looked up.
Chen Changqing descended from the eaves, carrying Li Yuanyuan in his arms.
He rode no sword and put on no grand display.
His azure robe was spotless, and the cloth-wrapped longsword rested diagonally across his back.
Li Yuanyuan lay in the crook of his arm, still clutching that charred Wave Drum to her chest.
The moment she saw Sun Changtai seated in the place of honor, her body involuntarily tensed.
Chen Changqing set her down.
"Stand beside me."
Li Yuanyuan nodded, her small hand clutching the hem of his robe.
Someone in the courtyard quickly recognized her.
"That little girl... she's Li Yuanyuan of the Li Family!"
"Wasn't the Li Family wiped out long ago?"
"She's actually still alive?"
The wine cup in Wang Deshan's hand froze halfway to his mouth.
His expression changed.
Sun Changtai saw Li Yuanyuan as well.
After a brief moment of astonishment, he suddenly laughed.
"So it's you, you little bastard."
Li Yuanyuan pressed her lips together and did not retreat.
Sun Changtai looked at Chen Changqing.
"Boy, you brought the Li Family's remnant to my door and even delivered a coffin. Are you here to stand up for the Li Family?"
Chen Changqing swept his gaze across the courtyard.
"You're Sun Changtai?"
Sun Changtai snorted coldly.
"I am."
Chen Changqing nodded and raised a hand to pat the coffin lid.
"The size should fit. You're old, so I had someone pad it with Cloud Silk."
Quite a few people in the courtyard sucked in a sharp breath.
Those words were vicious.
Delivering a coffin for a birthday banquet, and thoughtfully laying down soft padding inside.
Several younger members of the Sun Family flushed red with rage.
"Impudence!"
A young man rushed out from among the banquet tables, a long saber