Rouge Pavilion
Dai Yeyu's expression was indifferent, his icy gaze fixed squarely on Dai Tianyue, as though the person before him were not his brother but a stranger.
After a long silence, Dai Yeyu demanded of Dai Tianyue, "My mother never fought or grasped for anything. She wanted nothing to do with worldly strife, yet you still framed her and had her banished to the cold palace. Even then, you wouldn't let her be. If Noble Consort Ye hadn't secretly looked after her, you would have driven my mother to her death long ago."
"My sister, Dai Yejun, is only twelve this year, yet you dared send her all the way to the Mo Lan Principality near the Far North to marry that old bastard who's old enough to be her grandfather."
"As the saying goes, even a vicious tiger won't eat its cubs, yet your Dai Family seems to relish doing just that. Are you even human?"
At first, Dai Tianyue could not even be bothered to argue as Dai Yeyu berated him until he was drenched in abuse. But the moment he heard that the eighth princess, Dai Yejun, was only twelve, he perked up.
He might not understand other matters, but he was an expert in this sort of thing.
"What do you mean, only twelve? Twelve is already adulthood. Why shouldn't she marry? When I was eight, I was already playing three-player 'Fight the Landlord' with two maids. At ten, I moved straight on to four-player mahjong."
"Did I ever complain?"
Faced with Dai Tianyue's shameless attitude, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, the furious Dai Yeyu felt as though his punch had landed on cotton, accomplishing nothing.
Ye Mengwei, who had been watching the spectacle from the sidelines, giggled. "He's just a dying