Nie Rougang's voice cracked through the air. It wasn't loud, but it carried weight, the kind that made the room tighten.
"Marry her?" he said, each word clipped. "When did I ever agree to that? Li Meiran, who told you you could lay a finger on her?"
Song Yue opened her mouth, but before any sound escaped, Song Weisha stepped forward in a rush, skirts whispering across the floor.
"Uncle, wait. You're misunderstanding." Her tone was quick, almost eager. "It was Song Yue who asked Lord Meiran to carry her. She held onto him the whole way here. If you don't believe me, just look at his clothes. They're practically crushed from how tightly she was grabbing him."
Song Yue's breath hitched. The accusation hit her like a slap. "I didn't ask him to! He picked me up himself!"
Song Weisha gave a cold little laugh. "Then why didn't you get down? From your room to here, you had a long enough walk. If you didn't want it, you could've refused."
