Chapter 160: Master, do you still remember the sound changing technique in the inn back then?

Many of the guests around the table were already looking disdainful, their eyes darting between Ye Wangxi, Nangong Si and Song Qiutong.

Someone whispered, "What scum."

" Nangong, the Duke is still not angry."

"So Aunt Song had no choice but to be there... Alas, it's not her fault... what could she do as a girl in front of two very popular gentlemen?"

Fortunately, he was able to avoid it quickly and was not badly hurt or entangled, but his cloak was still torn and blood splattered, he grunted and dared not slow down any more, dodging Chu Wanning's willow vine more diligently, but his mouth still did not let go of Ye Wangxi.

"Mr. Ye, I am afraid that Aunt Song did not dare to admit what happened the other day because she was afraid of hurting your peace with Mr. Nangong. But the sky is clear, the mirror is clear, don't you have any sense of shame, don't you want to bow your head in front of everyone and thank them for their sins?"

Ye Wangxi was extremely angry, but also felt ridiculous and said, "What is Ye's crime?"

"You are not guilty, but Aunt Song is guilty alone. She did not resist, but I think she was forced by you.

At this point, Nangong Si, who had not spoken, suddenly turned around, looked down at Song Qiutong twice and reached out to help her up.

Song Qiutong thought that he was reaching out to confirm the vermilion sand on her wrist. She woke up this morning and found that the vermilion on her wrist was missing, so she was in a panic.

I can't believe someone would throw her in such a bad light

When she thought that she had been rescued by Ye Wangxi and that she had once been Ye Wangxi's attendant, and that she had been clearly pointed out as the red mole on her leg, she was at a loss as to what to do.

In the confusion, she lifted her moist eyes and looked at the crowd of people who looked at her with contempt and pity, whispering and talking, and saw Ye Wangxi standing alone, sullen, accused by a thousand people and spurned by the guests.

The man in black was still being chased by Master Chu's willow vine, and he kept yelling, "Ye Wangxi, you and I have a long-standing grudge, and today I will expose you as the hypocrite you are.

Song Qiutong was stunned, almost as if he had suddenly realised what he should do, it was impossible to clear his name.

She could not afford to commit fornication, but if she went along with the man in black and said she had been forced to do so by Ye Wangxi, then at least

She shouted almost hysterically, "He did this to me"

Nangong Si's hand froze violently and he stood still, stunned, as if he could not believe that his fiancée had actually been defiled by his father's right-hand man, and his whole body was stunned.

Song Qiutong hid her face and choked back sobs, "Yes, it was Ye Gongzi who insulted me, he he forced me I never agreed"

Nangong Si stared at her, the candlelight flickering, his gaze suddenly cloudy and sunny, and then he dropped his hand to take Song Qiutong's, his voice hoarse and sparking: "You know what you're talking about."

I'm afraid that if I tell you, it will make you and your son angry, and he is so highly valued by the master, if you are at odds with him, Confucianism School will not be able to do anything. The school of Confucianism is a very good place to be," she said, crouching down, her long sleeves on the ground, her slender shoulders shivering, looking sad and sorrowful.

"Qiutong doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't dare to ask the Master to make a decision, so he can only hide the humiliation he has suffered.

Nangong Si, however, turned pale, stepped back, shook his head and repeated under his breath, "Do you know that you know what you are saying?"

Song Qiutong's green hair was spread all over her shoulders, and in the shadow of the lamp she was brimming with light like silk, which made her whole person more pitiful.

Nangong Si interrupted her with a steep bellow, "Do you know what you have said"

"I" Song Qiutong's body trembled violently as he drank, and she looked up, her face moist with tears, her lips trembling, "I"

"How could you do such a thing? How could you? How could you do such a thing?"

When they heard Nangong Si's words, they exchanged glances with each other, and some even said in a soft voice, "I have long heard that the Confucianism School respects men and women are inferior. It is really chilling that Nangong Si blamed not Ye Wangxi but Aunt Song, who was humiliated for nothing."

"Yeah, he's a real goody-goody."

Chu Wanning, who had already withdrawn his willow vine when he heard Song Qiutong's own admission, was a little confused by Nangong Si's reaction.

As far as he could remember, Nangong Si, although occasionally arrogant and capricious, was still a person of good character and not such an unreasonable person, and if this was true, Ye Wangxi should have been held responsible for the fault, not Song Qiutong.

But now it seems that Nangong Si's anger is all on Song Qiutong's shoulders.

Amongst the guests, Mei Hanxue was the only one sitting peacefully at the table, drinking and watching the action. If Xue Meng had been here at the moment, she would have noticed that Mei Hanxue looked completely different from what she had just seen.

Song Qiutong was still sobbing, blaming all the scandals on Ye Wangxi, who was so shocked by her accusations that she could not say a word, but looked at the woman she had photographed from Xuanyuan Court with wide eyes.

"It was Qiutong who was weak and did not have the courage to kill herself to prove her innocence before Mr. Ye made a pass at her. Qiutong is a floating body, and everything I've learned has been given to me by you. Now that I know I've done wrong, I'm at your mercy."

After listening to her wails, Nangong Si leans back and closes his eyes.

The lights, which had been so lively and welcoming, now shone on his face, but dark shadows swirled, and his eyelashes twitched as if he was trying to hold something down.

His palms were fists, no flesh was left, his throat knotted and tumbling, as did his heart. He endured, his cheekbones cold, his forehead sinewy, his bones trembling and trembling, his blood flowing and burning.

He could not hold back, and with an angry curse he rose up, drew his sword and cut the table in front of Song Qiutong in two.

"Song Qiutong, do you know that the thing I hate most in life, the thing I hate most, the thing I can't tolerate most, is lying", he said, "Ye Wangxi".

" young master ."

" Ye Wangxi you come here"

""

He turned back suddenly, his eyes red and moist: "Come here."

Ye Wangxi walked over to him, and the spectators felt that the next moment Nangong Si's sword would be poked straight into Ye Wangxi's chest, ripping out the heart of the false beast and flinging it to the ground, and they stared at the scene with bated breath.

Nangong Si gasped and stared at Ye Wangxi for a moment before hissing, "You, unlock the sound-changing spell."

"Sound Changing" The crowd was stunned and looked at each other, "What's this about sound changing"

"Yeah, hey, but it's weird, what does this Ye Wangxi need to do with his voice change? Is his original voice so scary that it scares people or is there something unpleasant about his original voice"

Ye Wangxi, however, said with downcast eyes, "Young master, it's impossible to solve."

Nangong Si stared at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"Since I was thirteen years old, I have been using this voice for ten years, and the voice changing technique has penetrated deep into my spiritual core." Ye Wangxi paused and said calmly, "It will never be possible to regain the original voice."

"" Nangong Si took a step back, horrified, and after a long moment looked up at the obscure looking man on the high seat and murmured, "Father."

Nan Gongliu finally spoke up: "Nangong Si, it's a pity, but the change of voice was really Ye Wangxi's own volition, and now it's come to this, which was unexpected. You don't have to think about it."

"But."

Nan Gongliu stepped down from the platform and stood behind the stacked guards, standing with his arms folded, "I know that you have been a friend to Ye Wangxi, and I am grateful to him for his loyalty and devotion to duty over the years. But one thing is not the same as another, but his fornication with Song Qiutong, his reckless disregard for human decency, and his deception of his master, is a capital crime."

Nangong Si was stunned when Nan Gongliu said, "Father".

Nan Gongliu waved his hand, and a blue light flashed, and Nangong Si was immediately enveloped in a boundary of bondage. The Confucianism School had once been the scene of a patricide, so the headmaster's son had signed a blood contract with his father when he was a child.

The words he shouted inside the boundary were even more sealed, and could not be transmitted outside at all

It would be better to admit that Ye Wangxi was having an affair with Song Qiutong than to reveal other secrets of the Confucianism School. Nan Gongliu came to the man in black, bowed his hand, and said, "I don't know what kind of trouble you have with Ye Wangxi, but thanks to your advice today, I would have had a bad time in my family.

The man in black said indifferently, " Nangong Master is polite."

"Men, arrest Ye Wangxi and bring him to me immediately."

"Slow down."

The sudden stop of the man in black made Nan Gongliu feel uneasy, but his face remained unmoving and he smiled: "What more can you tell me, sir?"

"I was wondering, your son only said a couple of words about the sound changing technique, Master Your Mightiness, why the rush to have Lord Ye imprisoned"

"Ahem, this is a personal matter for me at the School of Confucianism, so I am not at liberty to go into it here."

The man in black laughed, "Your Mightiness, for the sake of the Confucianism School's face, really knows what it means to abandon a pawn to save a chariot. Poor Aunt Ye Niang has been working for your school for more than ten years, but now you have caused her to suffer in order to save your own dignity."

The others had not yet reacted to these words, but Nan Gongliu's face changed violently.

Seated, Mei Hanxue smiles, pours another jug of wine, takes a sip, and sets it down again.

Nan Gongliu's face looked a little waxy in the candlelight, and after a long time, he asked with a smile on his face, "What Aunt Ye Mr. Mother you"

The man in black's gaze was blazing, and his voice echoed clearly and loudly through the great hall, one word at a time, one startling word at a time.

" Ye Wangxi, not a man at all."