"You bastard, you dare to slander me? Can you produce any evidence?" the young man sneered, utterly dismissive.
Fire was about to shoot from Xu Su's eyes. Although he had long anticipated that something might go wrong at today's wedding, when it actually happened, Xu Su still found it hard to control his anger. He pointed into the crowd. "Huangfu Haoyue, do you dare deny that you're a disciple of Dubhe?"
Huangfu Haoyue, who had been standing among the group from Dubhe, lifted his head with a deadpan expression. Looking at Xu Su, he said, "I am a Dubhe disciple, of course. But what does that have to do with you?"
"Aren't you the one who murdered the Emperor and Empress?" Xu Su demanded furiously.
