Awkward.
Wu Yancai pressured Yu Zizhou to swear on Yu Ang's behalf. In this era, which deeply valued filial piety, Yu Zizhou dared not do so.
Of course, if Yu Zizhou had been a bit more despicable, he would have been able to outright refuse without hesitation.
But clearly, Yu Zizhou hadn't degraded to that extent, so facing Wu Yancai's demand, he was stuck, his fair face flushing red, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing his reaction, everyone present immediately understood.
Awkward.
The nephew didn't recognize his uncle and resorted to such tactics to deceive others, resulting in such a dramatic spectacle.
With a snort, Yang Wenxiao leaned back in his chair, grabbed a bunch of grapes, and began to eat them leisurely.
An interesting play indeed.
"It was you?" Yu Ang was furious, couldn't help himself and also kicked off his shoes to beat someone, "Just for a few watermelons, you actually schemed against Tong Xingda?!"