Wang Jian made his way into the grand chamber, where the Emperor awaited his presence. The room was adorned with opulent tapestries and glistening chandeliers, reflecting the prestige and power that resonated within its walls.
"Jian, We are truly delighted to hear of your triumphant exploits," spoke Emperor Wang with a calm yet joyous tone. "You have not only vanquished the vile demons that dared trespass into our territory, but you have also garnered the favor and acceptance of the esteemed Queen of the Butterfly Spirit Race. And to receive her personal mark... Such an honor! Those who bear such a mark etch their names into the annals of history."
Wang Jian met his father's gaze with a serene smile. "It was my duty as the seventh prince of the Empire to rid our lands of those malevolent demons. However, I do regret that I was unable to deliver justice upon that devilish princess and the treacherous Ye Chen."
