'Collaboration?'
Feng Yili's gaze was extremely cold and piercing, just like a sharp sword, when he looked at Chu Yuemu. He said bluntly, "Are you even worthy of working with me?"
Chu Yuemu was trying to suppress his anger, to begin with. Now that he heard these words, he could no longer hold it in. He smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground and rose to his feet before he said threateningly, "King of Youshan, it seems like you've forgotten your identity. You're just a vassal king with no blood relations to the imperial family. I'm a member of the imperial family. Aren't you afraid that I'll punish you?"
The corners of Feng Yili's curled up slightly as he said, "Punish me then."
Chu Yuemu felt greatly humiliated by Feng Yili's casual words and nonchalant behavior.
