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Liang Huiting and Xia Jinzhi's thoughts were clear as day to Huxin, and a mocking smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. The so-called sisterly affection was utterly fragile in the face of personal future prospects.
Xia Yingba's convoy slowly came to a stop. As the crowd on both sides grew agitated, Xia Yingba's expression darkened. He first glanced at Huxin, and Mo Tong, with eyes as deep as the night, shot a fierce glare at Huxin, clearly asking her, "Is this trouble caused by you again?"
Huxin raised an eyebrow and returned him a meaningful look. Her gaze conveyed to Xia Yingba that it was none of her business.
Xia Yingba snorted, dismounted, and shot Huxin another glare. His eyes communicated to her, "Do you dare say that today's incident has nothing to do with you?"
Seeing Xia Yingba glaring at her, although this father should be fond of her, the dignified Xiahou Xia Yingba was someone even Jing Tian'ao treated cautiously. It would be better for her to hold back a bit to avoid provoking her father into a fit of anger that would leave him unwilling to help.
Huxin forced a smile and playfully winked at Xia Yingba, her eyes clearly indicating, "It seems like it might indeed have something to do with me. But... it's not a big deal!"
"Are you still trying to argue?" Xia Yingba glared at Huxin again, continuing to shoot daggers with his eyes at everyone around.
Huxin pouted but remained silent, returning him a look filled with frustration that said, "What crime can't be fabricated? This is an injustice!"
The silent exchange between Huxin and Xia Yingba on the street was naturally in sync. Although Xia Yingba's handsome face showed no signs of being pleased upon seeing Huxin, everyone in the Xia Family knew that he was generally indifferent towards people. Even the current Emperor sometimes received his cold shoulder. However, when it came to Huxin, Xia Yingba could explode with rage, become exasperated, and glare fiercely.
Golden Branch had been supporting the weeping Hui Ting but looked up to see Xia Yingba casting a complex gaze filled with helplessness and affection towards Huxin. Golden Branch couldn't help but bite her lip in frustration and jealousy over Xia Yingba's unfair treatment towards her.
Xia Yingba had three sons from his first wife, all currently serving in Border Defense. Then there was Xia Huxin, the legitimate daughter of the first wife. Meanwhile, Xia Jinzhi was merely one year younger than Xia Huxin, yet their treatment was worlds apart.
Because she, Xia Jinzhi, was born of the second wife, she could not be promised to a royal noble as a legitimate wife. Even if she were to marry Jing Tian'ao as she wished, she would only ever hold the position of a side consort. What use was it that she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? She was still less valuable than a frivolous and wasteful Xia Huxin who had no skills.
The more Xia Jinzhi thought about it, the more indignant she became, her gaze towards Xia Yingba filled with deep resentment.
Xuan Yuan Ling, on the other hand, secretly found it amusing. The Xiahou family was known for their unconventional tactics, and he did not expect Huxin to be able to handle his moves. Was this girl improving? Or was Xia Yingba regressing?
Xia Yingba shot a glare at Huxin, who wore an indifferent expression. After dismounting, he did not greet Jing Tian'ao first but instead frowned at Xuan Yuan Ling, who stood out in the crowd in his striking red attire.
Xuan Yuan Ling stepped forward with a smile, his lips red and teeth white, his grin dazzlingly arrogant.
If it weren't for his wild and reckless past, Xuan Yuan Ling, with that extraordinary smile, would be even more eye-catching than Jing Tian'ao.
"Uncle Xia, we haven't seen each other for several months. Today, you look even more handsome and dashing! You don't look like someone who just recovered from an illness; you seem more vibrant than before!" Xuan Yuan Ling greeted Xia Yingba cheerfully.
Xia Yingba frowned and glanced at him, replying coolly, "What are you doing here at the Xia family’s doorstep, you rebellious ancestor? The old king of Xuan Yuan should be calling you home for dinner! Look at you in that red outfit; anyone who doesn’t know might think the Xia family is holding a wedding for a daughter!"
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