The following day, Wang Jian beckoned Han Xifeng to his chambers, intending to engage in a serious discussion with her.
As Han Xifeng stood before him, her nerves were palpable. It was understandable, given that Wang Jian had taken her virginity while extorting her tribe, and she had no idea what reason he could have for summoning her now.
Wang Jian, aware of her discomfort, decided to break the ice. "Do you hate me?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.
Han Xifeng didn't mince her words in response. "Considering what you did to my people and me, should I not hate you?" Her tone was icy and filled with disdain.
Wang Jian acknowledged her justified anger, but he wanted to know the full extent of it. "I understand why you would hate me, but I want to know the specifics," he said, his voice calm and measured.
