With the words, "You others may go, I wish to talk to Emika for a little while alone," Jian and Li Ji steered slowly away a reluctant Ishirō. The latter swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to protest. The Prince held up his hand and interrupted him with one of his arrowy glance that lasted a second.
Ishirō didn't like the aura around Shufeng. At this moment, it distinctively, and strangely, reminded him of that one night: that devastating earthquake three years ago in which more than a thousand persons had lost their lives. Why would that thought strike his mind? And he didn't know either why he was about to lower his head in assent; fortunately, he regained control of his senses just in time, now hissing: "My sister will marry your brother. It is decided from Heaven. It is Fate. It is definitely appointed by Destiny. And then, I will deal with you."
