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Xue Shiqiong calmed the agitated Jixiang.
Then her delicate brows drew together, a hint of doubt rippling through her eyes. "Sixth Brother?"
Ji Tiantian covered her lips with a slender hand, her gaze trembling like a startled fawn's as her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.
To Chen Xiaojun, her reaction was like a sudden rainstorm stirring ripples across a spring pond-had this girl deliberately concealed the fact that she called him Sixth Brother?
Now that was interesting.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun gave a light cough and explained with a smile, "Well, Madam, these close classmates of hers have had some dealings with us, so they all call me Sixth Brother in recognition of our relative ages."
He cupped his hands in greeting, his blue robes and jade belt shifting with the movement, his bearing as clear and graceful as the moon after rain and a gentle breeze.
Before he had finished speaking, Ji Tiantian's ears had flushed begonia pink. Yet she dared not raise her eyes, staring instead at the silver-embroidered scrolling vines on her skirt as though she meant to burn a hole through them.
The copper bells beneath the eaves stirred, their clear chimes concealing a young girl's racing heartbeat.
Xue Shiqiong's dark hair lifted gently in the breeze. Her gaze swept over Ji Tiantian, but in the end, she did not press the matter.
She set down her celadon teacup lightly and cast him a sidelong glance with her phoenix eyes. "I could never accept being addressed as your teacher's wife. After all, Xiaojun, you and my husband have no formal master-disciple relationship."
The youth chuckled and lightly clapped his hands. "In that case, Great General Xue shares a sworn bond with my grandmother, whom I ordinarily