Inside the ancestral hall, the air was cold and gloomy, with a chilling draught seemingly penetrating every pore of the body.
Old Master Yu stood in the shadows, his anger palpable as he gripped his walking stick tightly, the gleam from his one eye fiercely forbidding.
He stared at the heir he once prided most upon and demanded, punctuating every word:
"What did you say!"
Yu Chiyin stood upright; even though he was kneeling, he did not lose any of his imposing aura, calmly replying:
"Father, I will not choose either option you presented. If you want to punish or beat someone, come at me, but Axuan is pregnant, so please do not disturb her peace."
Even now, he was still protecting Lu Fengxuan!
"If it's for the child in her womb..." ventured Old Master Yu tentatively.
But before the old man could finish, Yu Chiyin looked up, his gaze resolute, and cleanly interrupted:
