"Aunt, please take the seat of honor," the Young Lord said with a wave of his hand, "This nephew will definitely seek justice for you."
His form of address was quite deliberate, calling himself a nephew rather than referring to himself in other self-deprecating terms.
This was actually emphasizing the familial relationship between himself and Luzun Lan, indicating that he was handling family matters, not conflicts between two clans.
Luzun Lan, though angry, still complied with the request of the Young Lord. She sat in the central seat, glaring angrily at Yichuan Lai, who lay battered on the ground.
One might think that if this fellow were not from the Yichuan Clan, she might have skinned him alive already.
After inviting Luzun Lan to the seat of honor, the Young Lord turned and looked at Yichuan Lai, sighed, and asked, "Uncle, what exactly is going on here?"
"What else could it be? Sentimental entanglements," Yichuan Lai replied disdainfully, though he looked quite disheveled.
