Zong Siyan sat beside Zong Jing, leaning against him, her cheeks puffed out in sulkiness.
"Let Xie Ci stay here longer, send Jiang Na packing, and have Shangqing Taoist Temple punish her, otherwise they will not take you seriously, brother."
Zong Siyan spoke with assertiveness, her tone sounding like that of ordinary coquetry, oblivious to the terror in her words or perhaps just accustomed to it.
The girls who displeased her had all been dealt with by her brother.
Zong Jing was holding a book in his hands, allowing Zong Siyan to lean on him. He had always doted on this sister, generally fulfilling whatever she asked for. Hearing her words now, his expression remained unchanged. He simply turned a page of his book and spoke in a gentle voice, "Sit properly."
"No, no, just promise me. You used to agree so quickly before, why is it different now?" she whined.
