'What a formidable opponent, on both battlefield politics and even affairs of the heart.'
Zhan Beiye took in a deep breath, instantly feeling his emotions surge. His ever brewing bellicose genes rose as he glared at Zhangsun Wuji with glistening eyes. With a cold smile, he said, "Good, very good. There's no way for the both of us to exist together anyway."
"Thank you for your magnanimity," Zhangsun Wuji bowed slightly, "I'll use this jade to remind myself of how precious and worthy Meng Fuyao is. I'll also use it to warn myself that it's a betrothal gift for her, and if I fail to act in alignment with her heart, I'll hand this over to her."
Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed as Meng Fuyao raised her brows. 'Return it to me? You'd do that? You look generous but are actually competitive and confident, huh…'
