The Fourth Miss of the Iron Clan glared coldly at Fang Shu, a resentful look even appearing in her eyes.
But she did not truly show her anger. Instead, her eyes reddened slightly as she looked at Fang Shu and said, "I was simply delighted to see you, my lord, and grew a little impatient. As for why I acted this way, I had my reasons, and there was little I could do about them.
"Once you and I are formally engaged, I will tell you everything and properly make amends. But why must you treat me like an enemy, and insult me so?"
Seeing her act this way, everyone around them was moved. Men and women alike couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"Exactly. The Fourth Miss of the Iron Clan took a liking to him, and he still keeps making excuses and refusing."
"Talking about accidentally entering the pavilion—as if he isn't deliberately making trouble?"
Even the Iron Clan's Seventh Elder, who had been invited here, looked displeased. He frowned as he sized up Fang Shu.
After all, everyone present today was either from the Iron Clan or connected to it.
Yet an outsider like Fang Shu had even rejected a formal engagement. Whatever the reason, once word got out, it would make the Iron Clan lose face.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey, you brat! Since you barged into her private quarters, you'll have to accept the engagement, whether you want it or not!"
As they spoke, someone—whether truly outraged or secretly egged on by another—strode forward to grab Fang Shu.
Fortunately, Wu Tong and his sister-in-law, Tie Zhengnan, both darkened their expressions and shouted in unison, "Insolence!"
With a series of smacks, a burst of force sent everyone rushing forward tumbling to the ground.
Tie Zhengnan