In the frosty atmosphere that enveloped them, both men remained rigid, their words piercing the silence like sharp icicles. Xuan Muchen's remark about Xuan Yang's father, Xuan Muyang, hung in the air like a bitter chill.
The barb was a double edged sword, for Xuan Muyang was indeed a stain on the family name, a fact known all too well to both men. Frankly, it was a fact known to all with common sense in Jinghua.
Xuan Yang refused to succumb to the ignorance and pretenses that pervaded the Xuan Mansion. He had found something more genuine in Nanshan Estate—love, anger, passion, and everything in between.
His relationship cultivated with Xu Feng and Xuan Jian was tumultuous yet sincere, a far cry from the hollow pretense of familial unity back home.
In the Xuan Mansion, his father's philandering ways and his mother's complicity in the pursuit of power, poisoned the very essence of their household.