Hearing Li Huowang say this, Wu Qing, whose half-swollen face had yet to recover, scoffed coldly, shifted his stool with a bowl in hand, and turned his back to the young man who had just emerged from the west wing.
"Ha, that would make me look petty, wouldn't it, Brother Li? Convincing him must have cost you quite a few silvers, right?"
Having finished speaking, he walked straight into the hall, took a beige corn bun from the bowl, and started gnawing on it.
"Hey! You brat, what kind of manner is that to speak in! Born without manners, were you?"
With the support of Li Huowang, Wu Qing was clearly more assertive than when he had been tied up the night before.
On hearing the old man dare to slander his own mother, the anger he couldn't suppress exploded in an instant. With a "clang," the longsword, sharp enough to cut through iron as if it were mud, was drawn and pointed directly at Wu Qing's goatee. "Say it again if you dare!"
