The entire grounds fell silent, the atmosphere grim and chilling, unsettling to the heart.
All the disciples' eyes fell upon the two approaching figures. These brother and sister of Prince Chu's household were well-known in the imperial capital, both accomplished in letters and martial arts, blessed with talent and looks. Naturally, they drew attention.
The two strolled over and stopped before Xu Yan.
Xu Yan met Qin Changsheng's gaze with a smile. The latter stood a head taller than Xu Yan, looking down at him with naked contempt.
He had his reasons for acting this way. No matter what, Xu Yan was merely Prince Wu'an's "adopted son." In his eyes, being able to stand alongside descendants of princes such as themselves was already a blessing earned in a past life.
Qin Changsheng smiled with a dagger hidden behind it, his tone exceedingly gentle. With a faint smile, he asked, "Xu Yan, not only did you barge into the Martial Academy, you also injured a soldier from our residence. Why?"
Xu Yan's expression darkened. Fearless and righteous, he said sharply, "That man committed high treason. Kicking one of his arms apart was letting him off lightly. For the things your man said, losing his head several times over would not be enough."
At those words, many present were inwardly startled. They looked around, seemingly searching for Chang Yusheng.
His face was stricken with terror. He hurried over in a small run, bending humbly beside Qin Changsheng, on the verge of tears. "Young Master, he's framing me! He's trying to pin an unfounded charge on me!"
"Whether I am or not, summon the Fifth Prince and ask him," Xu Yan said, his face seeming covered in a layer of frost, his words ringing like iron.
"Where is the Fifth Prince?" someone craned