Lin Yu Yan smiled gently and said, "Cousin, it was Fengyu who blocked our path. The horse was startled and went wild; it wasn't intentional."
"You knew she's not skilled at riding. You should have avoided her, yet you charged toward her. I suspect you deliberately let the horse hurt someone."
"Cousin!" Lin Yu Yan hadn't expected Xie Xun to be so unyielding and wanted to act pitifully to feign grievance.
Lin Yu Yan had schemed against Fengyu for two years, vicious and domineering, always arrogant. This was the first time Fengyu saw her pretending to be delicate and pitiful. She watched the antics coolly, as though enjoying a performance.
"Your family has no business visiting the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion, and I rarely see you. You cling to the idea of being related to this marquis—who are you exactly?" Xie Xun tilted his head, a mocking smile on his face, as he asked.