The Shan General's blood boiled furiously. Gritting her teeth, there was nothing she could have done to retaliate against Chi Cheng's snide remark.
A few of the other Imperial Court Generals already present and seated, snorted in response; some taking satisfaction in the way the Shan General was reminded of her place by the laughingstock of the seven major clans.
There was little point in confronting Chi Yulan's eldest son for his disrespect because regardless of his talentless nature, no one would truly allow Chi Chengxin to come to harm for they pitied his weak position.
Heiyuan glided regally beside Feng Renxing, taking their assigned seats on the cushions set out behind the low-rise tables facing the dias where the elders of the Han Clan gathered.
