Chutang walked forward and saw the scene within the gates.
Just as she'd expected, Xie Anbai was in a standoff with Xie Anjun. A crowd of servants and household guards stood together, looking as if they were about to throw Xie Anbai out.
Xie Anbai's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice chillingly cold.
"Father's body is barely cold, and you're already this eager to throw me out, Elder Brother?"
Xie Anjun clasped one hand behind his back and snorted. "You know full well why I'm doing this! All these years, you've been a dissolute rake, dragging the name of the Duke Zhongyong Mansion through the mud! Father berated you time and again, but you had no intention of changing your ways, stubbornly doing as you pleased! If you weren't so incorrigibly wicked, Father would never have fallen into such a deep despair that it led to this!"
He delivered the speech with such righteous fury that anyone hearing it would think Xie Anbai had angered Marquis Zhongyong to death.
