The night had ended on an ugly note but Hui Shuxian didn't mind. It hardly concerned her, after all, who would lose sleep in their tents, anger and resentment broiling in their stomachs until the seeds of discontent already spilling from their pods, were inevitably sowed.
If nothing else, she could benefit from it and that was what mattered most.
Whether Prince Yenanda of the northern tribes was a great warrior or not was still up for debate as naturally, the northern entourage hadn't seen fit to allow him to challenge Great Ye's emperor in battle. Others had jumped at the opportunity to engage in a 'friendly' spar with Prince Yenanda, not least Great General Pan, who had coldly reminded Prince Yenanda not to reopen those wounds he'd personally given to him during their last skirmish on the borders.
