Ye Xiuxin's heart was already churning like an overturned sea.
She knew her son. Though Chen Xiaojun sometimes had audacity enough to challenge the heavens, he never shot an arrow without a target.
For him to insist so strongly, even going so far as to invoke Chen Hong, there was only one possibility-this had to involve Great Siming and Lesser Siming.
She took a deep breath and solemnly curtsied to Yang Jingxue, her words earnest. "Aunt Xue, please calm down. You know Xiaojun's character. He isn't someone who disregards his elders. If he insists on this-then I fear, I fear this matter truly lies far beyond his authority. Aunt Xue, this matter-I'm afraid you really must go and discuss it with Uncle Hong first."
Ye Xiuxin's words extinguished most of Yang Jingxue's anger, replacing it with uncertainty and grave concern.
Chen Xiaojun's words could be dismissed as a child's nonsense, but who was Ye Xiuxin?
The reigning matriarch of the Chen Clan! Even she was being this cautious-
Yang Jingxue's phoenix eyes moved between mother and son for a moment.
What earth-shattering secret could make the Chen Clan guard it so closely, make Chen Xiaojun refuse to speak plainly, and even make Ye Xiuxin so apprehensive?
"Fine!" Yang Jingxue banished every trace of anger from her expression, leaving only an icy calm on her oval face. "Very well!
"Chen Xiaojun, remember what you said! I'm going to find Brother Hong right now! If he agrees, and you utter so much as half a lie today-"
Before her words had fully faded, Yang Jingxue swept out of the study like a gust of wind, leaving only the door curtain swaying gently in the wake of her soul power.
Only Ye Xiuxin and Chen Xiaojun remained in the study, with Xiao Yi