The others at the table all turned to look.
Shen Yue set down his chopsticks, his brows furrowing slightly as his gaze swept twice between Shen Fei and Shen Kun.
He sat just below Shen Hong and had been peeling a walnut with his head lowered. At the commotion, he looked up, a few walnut crumbs still clinging to the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at Shen Fei, then at Shen Kun. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He merely set the walnut on the table, brushed the crumbs from his hands, and lifted his wine cup for a sip, his gaze never leaving Shen Fei.
Of course he knew that his father had grown increasingly cold toward his eldest legitimate son lately, and that Shen Fei was hardly allowed anywhere near the family's affairs anymore.
For Shen Fei to suddenly stand up and toast the Second Elder on an occasion like this was unusual no matter how he looked at it.
He could not work out what Shen Fei intended, but his instincts told him tonight's banquet would not pass peacefully.
The First Elder had been leaning against his chair with his eyes closed. At the commotion, he opened them too.
His eyelids were somewhat slack, and he opened them slowly. His gaze lingered on Shen Fei for an instant, then shifted to Shen Kun before finally settling on Shen Hong's profile.
His expression did not change at all, as though he had only just awakened, but his fingers moved slightly on the tabletop before going still again.
He had spent decades in the family-what had he not seen? With Shen Fei standing to offer a toast at this moment, he already had a few suspicions, but he said