"You want me to apologize to your child." Khan spoke, "What for exactly, your a lowly seventh-ranked official of the court. You can barely walk for three hours without dying of breath and your children are ill-interned and a nasty bunch as well."
"What do you mean?" Lord Bark-Well inquired.
"You aren't aware your eldest daughter tried to kill a prince from another kingdom a mere three days ago during the banquet of ten thousand stars?" Khan explained, "I can't imagine you didn't know, considering you were there. Aquaculture drunk but there."
Feng Jie appeared from behind, "It was an entertaining facade as well, watching them trying to beat him to death with a rock, a bone cracking sound like smashing his skull to death. Unfortunately, they didn't kill the right person but rather killed one of the personal attendants of the King, Farrell. He's been loyal to the kingdom and served three kings during his lifeline. This is the first enacting part of the curse. Pitifully woe, The King will have their head if he ever finds out the truth, let alone the fact is—you didn't even know the crime itself…"
"Blackmail? You're blackmailing me?" Lord Bark-Well inquired.
"No, just staring out the facts." Khan spoke, "Neither of us would do something so old-fashioned in any case."
"Then what do you gain from this?" Lord Bark-Well inquired.
"Your facial expression is slightly amusing." Feng Jie spoke, "Also, knowing that little by little everything you built shall be collapsing before you—in utter slow and painful moments as well."
"There is no Honor among thieves and no faith among bastards." Khan explained, "Perhaps your mere a puppet to your wife and children then one would think indeed."