Back in the main hall of the Phoenix clan manor, Madam Qin Lihua stood among the guests, laughing softly with another beastwoman.
A guard approached and leaned in, whispering into her ear.
The smile on her face froze.
For a split second, it vanished completely. Before she smoothly put it back in place.
"I will see you later, Madam Jin," she said with practiced grace, already stepping aside with the guard.
The moment they were out of earshot, her expression hardened.
"What do you mean Yan Wuhen beat up Mingze?" she asked sharply.
The guard lowered his head. "Madam, the young master was found injured—"
Her gaze shifted past him.
Across the hall, Lan Shiyu stood surrounded by guests, their voices sweet as they tried to win his favor. Further off, seated lazily at a table filled with untouched dishes and wine, was Yan Wuhen.
His nine tails swayed slowly behind him.
He looked completely at ease.
As if sensing her gaze, he lifted his eyes and met hers.
