The court officials, whose hearing had become exceptionally sharp after years of eavesdropping on the little one's thoughts, had never felt so aggrieved in their lives.
Their gazes, wooden yet accusatory, accusatory yet lifeless, shot like knives toward the instigator of all this!
Chu Jiaxu hunched his shoulders and stared intently at the cup before him, as though he might discover some rare treasure of the world inside it.
Everyone: "..."
They were so angry.
But they still had to keep smiling.
A faintly awkward atmosphere spread silently through the makeshift shelter. The assembled, half-dead living souls looked at one another, frantically signaling their colleagues with their eyes.
-This is too awkward. Hurry up and say something!
-Why should I say something? Why don't you say it?!
-I'm no good with words. You do it!
-Absolutely not. I still have some dignity left!
In the end, Ran Hongyi was the first to lose patience. He sprang boldly to his feet. "Ah!"
Everyone's eyes instantly turned toward him.
Ran Hongyi pointed toward a corner, thinking, Sorry, Lord Pu. Tomorrow, I'll bring gifts and personally visit your home to apologize!
Elder Pu Mingxu was crouching there, ready to step in at any moment.
Ran Hongyi's voice rang like a great bell, rising and falling dramatically. "Look, everyone! There's-"
An icy flash of sword light swept across his face.
Ran Hongyi's brain spasmed. The words "someone there" were already on his tongue, but they took a turn and finally became-
"A sword bastard!!"
Everyone else's brains seemed to shrivel a little, too.
The lamplight cast rippling reflections across Ran Hongyi's face. Under everyone's burning scrutiny, his rather rugged features somehow acquired the distinctive beauty of a man missing his brain stem.
Seated beside the little one, Tan Songsong swiftly covered her ears, attempting