"Yes, my elder brother is right," Qu Tianchen sneered, "Since we are all relatives, why did Qu Jice not speak frankly with my cousin and instead let his minions attempt to assassinate my cousin's wife?"
"This is all Jian Shichu's fault!" Qu Jice could no longer contain his rage, visible veins throbbed on his forehead as he furiously struggled, "He schemed against me and took away the best slave under my command! I swear, I won't be a man until I have my vengeance!"
Qu Muxi, livid with disappointment, roared at him, "Qu Jice, shut your mouth and stop talking!"
Qu Tianchen loudly retorted, "You and my cousin fought a fair and square martial contest, and that slave was the stake. My cousin won against you, and naturally, the stake should belong to my cousin. What right do you have to say that my cousin robbed you of your slave? You, as the Little Marquis of Quyang Country, cannot even afford to lose a single slave?"
