Yan Xiyu, with sword in hand and eyes blazing, charged fiercely forward without any deviation towards the Second Elder.

"Presumptuous!"

The confidant didn’t have time to blame Dong Huiying, who at this moment was shrinking behind the chair of the Second Elder like a turtle.

In a moment of urgency, the confidant struck Yan Xiyu with a palm, sending him flying.

Yan Xiyu flew horizontally out of the conference hall door, then crashed heavily outside with a loud thud.

After striking, the confidant felt a bit regretful, after all, Yan Xiyu was of the Yan family.

There were rumors that the Yan Family Master valued this person greatly, even wanting to cultivate him as the future successor, so much so that he was willing to give up many interests to consolidate Yan Xiyu’s position within the Yan family through marriage with the Qin family.

After all, within the Yan family, many were envious of Yan Xiyu, with many hoping to oust him and take his place.

But at the time, it was truly too urgent.

If the confidant had not acted, Yan Xiyu’s sword would surely have injured the Second Elder.

The Second Elder was also not lightly angered; recalling the thrilling scene just now, she was frightened.

In her life, she had been through many storms, but as she grew older, her power increased, and these visible dangers became fewer, gradually fading away.

At the level of the Second Elder, it was usually a hidden struggle; fighting and killing were for the younger ones, and hardly any junior dared disrespect her.

"Someone, come!"

The Second Elder was shaking with rage: "Send Miss Yan back to the Yan family! And inform the Yan Family Master, when I find the time, I shall visit her personally!"

The so-called visit was a pretext; the real intention was to seek accountability, indicating that the previous sword truly angered the Second Elder.

Afterwards, the Second Elder shot a cold, angry look at Dong Huiying hiding behind her, thinking if it wasn’t for this suddenly appearing Lady in Purple, today’s events wouldn’t have occurred.

She glared at Dong Huiying, who looked innocent.

Then.

"Hmph!"

The Second Elder gave a heavy cold snort, rose and let her confidant support her as she walked away.

As for Yan Xiyu?

After the Second Elder spoke, someone immediately rushed over to carry him away.

Yan Xiyu was both angry and powerless, only able to glare with hatred at Dong Huiying.

"Haha."

Dong Huiying laughed happily and shouted in Yan Xiyu’s direction.

"Miss Yan, don’t forget, from now on, don’t use the Yan surname."

With a bright smile.

"You said it, if you don’t kill me today, you won’t use the Yan surname afterward, don’t slap your face, one must keep their promises!"

"Ah, pfft!"

Such a vile mouth, it angered Yan Xiyu to the point where he spat out blood and fainted.

...

"Still mischievous."

Yixuan smiled, looking at Dong Huiying, pulling a handkerchief from his chest to wipe Dong Huiying’s hands.

"Slapped her face, isn’t it dirty with all the blood?"

He gently rubbed Dong Huiying’s small hand, as if worried that her palm hurt from hitting someone.

Yixuan gazed at Dong Huiying with extraordinary tenderness, while Dong Huiying grinned and raised her eyebrows.

"I just find her very ridiculous, remembering how arrogant she was the first time we met, and now she’s like this. I feel embarrassed on her behalf, even as an outsider, I’m embarrassed."