The words "Refuted!" echoed again and again. With the cool breeze sweeping through the corridor and the gauze curtains billowing all around, the atmosphere could hardly have been more charged.
Wait, was he really taking this so seriously?
Was there some old grudge between them?
Wang Yang looked at Liu Cheng, then at Xie Xinghan. Talented though Liu Cheng was, his wording seemed a little too fierce.
Yan Youcheng found it stranger still. He knew Liu Cheng well: proud, certainly, but hardly arrogant or unrestrained. In his everyday words and deeds, he valued tact, and he had always treated Fourth Lady Xie with particular courtesy and goodwill. Why was he so mercilessly slapping her in the face today?
Xie Xinghan sat upright as before, radiant in her beauty, her expression calm, without the slightest sign of embarrassment or displeasure. Only her starry eyes flickered slightly as her gaze lowered, leaving her thoughts unreadable.
Aside from Wang Yang, Yu Yi was the most detached from it all. He had never cared who won or lost at Pure Conversation; to him, this was merely a social engagement he could hardly refuse.
Seeing Liu Cheng command the floor, he said, "If no one objects, we shall declare Young Master Liu the winner of this session of Pure Conversation."
Yan Youcheng was the first to respond. "Brother Wen Shen's penetrating insight is beyond any of us!"
Yu Yi looked at Wang Yang, who said, "Brother Liu's brilliant observations-"
Xie Xinghan suddenly turned toward Wang Yang, covered her mouth with her slender hand, and whispered, "If you cannot beat him, the fan deal is off."
Wang Yang's eyes widened. He coughed and abruptly changed tack. "Still have a few minor flaws."
Xie Xinghan's starry eyes curved, her brows like new moons.
A faint, almost imperceptible