Chapter 922: The twisted murderous intent under the morbid psychology.
The originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned to look, wanting to find out what was going on.
Ximen Lie and Sima Lan were seen supporting Ximen Yinshuang and slowly walking into the hall.
Ximen Lie walked into the hall with steady steps, and every step seemed to be carefully calculated.
He had a serious face, with an aura of majesty between his brows, and his hawk-like eyes flashed with the coldness and calculation unique to a superior.
He was wearing a black brocade robe with dark red animal patterns embroidered on the lapels and cuffs.
The pattern was faintly visible in the candlelight, like a dormant ferocious beast waiting for its chance to strike.
"This is the head of the Ximen family. He is indeed very imposing." A young cultivator from the sect whispered to his companions with awe in his voice.
"Shh, keep your voice down." His companion nervously tugged at his sleeve. "I remember that Patriarch Ximen hates people talking behind his back the most."
Ximen Lie's gaze swept across everyone in the hall like a sharp blade. The guests who were touched by his sight lowered their heads unconsciously, not daring to look him in the face.
When his eyes fell on Su Yi, an elusive light flashed in his eyes.
It was the excitement of a hunter seeing his prey, mixed with a bit of arrogance in his determination to win.
"Su Yi," Ximen Lie sneered in his heart, "He is indeed extremely talented, looks good, and has a pure yang body, so he is indeed qualified."
Ximen Yinshuang, who was following behind him, moved with light lotus steps, her long pink and blue silk dress swaying like water waves with her steps.
Her pale face was dotted with two sickly blushes, and her slender fingers were tightly clenched around the silk handkerchief, her knuckles turning white from the force.
There was a sickly grayness in her eyes, but also a faint glint of greed and cruelty.
This greed and cruelty are only hidden beneath the weak appearance and are not easily noticed.
"Cough cough..." She coughed twice, which immediately attracted the concerned gaze of Sima Lan beside her.
"Shuang'er, are you okay?" Sima Lan asked softly, his hand under the purple robe firmly supporting his daughter's shaky body.
Ximen Yinshuang forced a smile: "Mom, I'm fine."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, but it suddenly became sharp when her eyes met Su Yi.
Sima Lan nodded slightly, carefully supported Ximen Yinshuang into the banquet hall, and asked about her physical condition from time to time with concern.
Old Madam Ximen sat upright in the main seat, her silver hair combed meticulously, and a phoenix-head golden hairpin in her hair sparkled brightly in the candlelight.
When she saw her son and his family arriving, she nodded slightly and a satisfied smile appeared on her wrinkled face.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Ximen Lie walked to the main seat and said in a loud voice, "Thank you all for coming to my daughter Shuang'er's birthday party."
The guests bowed one after another, and for a while the hall was filled with congratulations.
"This is the second Miss Ximen. She is indeed as beautiful as the rumors say." A woman in gorgeous clothes exclaimed in a low voice.
"Although he looks sick, he is really good-looking." A young man agreed.
"Yeah, I didn't expect she was so beautiful."
"It's a pity that he's too weak." Someone shook his head regretfully, "I heard he won't live past 20."
"Hush! Don't say this nonsense!"
When Bai Luoying saw Ximen Yinshuang appear, the fire of jealousy in her heart instantly burned even more vigorously.
The handkerchief in her hand was deformed by her pinching. Is this Ximen Yinshuang? !
She specially wore a bright red gold-woven peony dress today, and her hair was filled with gold and jade hairpins. She looked as dazzling as a peacock spreading its feathers.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the sickly Ximen Yinshuang, but she couldn't help feeling jealous.
The appearance of Ximen Yinshuang made Bai Luoying feel that her own brilliance was completely overshadowed.
She looked at Ximen Yinshuang's pale face, which still exuded a gentle and charming temperament, and a strong sense of dissatisfaction and resentment surged in her heart.
"A dying man is worthy of..." She thought angrily in her heart.
However, she soon thought of the fact that Old Madam Ximen was about to attack Su Chenyin -
Moreover, after today, he will stay in the Ximen family, be favored by Old Madam Ximen, and enjoy everything that Ximen Yinshuang has.
This thought calmed her down a little.
But the fire of jealousy still burned fiercely in her heart.
Ximen Yinshuang raised her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow in the candlelight.
Ximen Yinshuang raised her head and looked around anxiously, as if she was looking for someone important.
Suddenly, her eyes stopped on a figure as tall as a pine tree - Su Yi.
Su Yi was sitting not far away, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.
The corners of Ximen Yinshuang's mouth rose slightly, revealing a seemingly gentle smile.
But that smile did not reach her eyes. It was more like a cold mask that concealed her true emotions.
Suddenly, when her eyes fell on the beautiful girl beside Su Yi, a hint of gloom flashed across Ximen Yinshuang's eyes.
Su Chenyin was talking to Su Yi in a low voice. It was unknown what they said, but the young man smiled. That smile was as bright as the sun and it stung Ximen Yinshuang's eyes.
The close intimacy between the two of them made Ximen Yinshuang feel an indescribable emotion in her heart.
Among those emotions, there was jealousy of Su Chenyin's beauty, resentment towards her relationship with Su Yi, and more importantly, the twisted murderous intent under Ximen Yinshuang's morbid psychology.
However, she quickly buried these emotions deep in her heart, and on the surface she still maintained her weak and fragile appearance.
A deliberately suppressed cough escaped from her lips, and she leaned into Sima Lan's arms, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.
"Shuang'er, be careful." Sima Lan hurriedly supported his daughter, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes.
Sima Lan was keenly aware of his daughter's strangeness, and following her gaze, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
She gently squeezed her daughter's wrist and whispered, "Don't worry, after tonight, everything will be as you wish."
With the support of Sima Lan, Ximen Yinshuang slowly walked to the side of Old Madam Ximen.
Su Chenyin seemed to be chatting and laughing with Su Yi, but she had already noticed Ximen Yinshuang's well-hidden malicious gaze.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her fingertips gently fiddled with the edge of the teacup, wondering secretly in her heart.
She had never had any grudges against anyone, and had never taken the initiative to provoke Ximen Yinshuang. She had never even seen her before.
But why did Ximen Yinshuang harbor such great malice towards her?
This woman looks gentle and fragile on the surface, but in fact she is a ruthless character with a heart as vicious as a snake.
Su Chenyin couldn't help but snort coldly, and his impression of Ximen Yinshuang became worse.
She also knew in her heart that Ximen Lie and Sima Lan were by no means good people. They would often resort to any means and were ruthless in order to achieve their goals.
I'm afraid today's banquet will not be peaceful, a storm is coming.