Sikong Yue did not turn back, only chuckled lightly: "Still calling him Old Fifth, it seems your feelings for the four of them are far deeper than their feelings for you!"
Hou Yuxiao's pupils dimmed once again, and he corrected himself: "It's... Hou Yuduan."
Sikong Yue looked at Hou Yuxiao's dim expression, her smile unchanged, thought for a moment, and answered his question: "Hou Yuduan and you were never of the same kind!"
"Not of the same kind, how has the Hou Clan grown so strong over these years?" Hou Yuxiao's tone was somewhat low, clearly, he disagreed with this answer.
"Hou Yuduan is not foolish. Seventeen years ago, when you woke up in the main hall of the Hou Clan, he might have only had suspicions, but over the years, he's seen all your words and deeds, your style and mannerisms. How could he not know that you are not his elder brother Hou Yuxiao at all."
"Since he knew, why didn't he rebel in those years?"
