A month had passed amidst political turmoil. The health of King Yan Tiannan of the Bing Yue Empire had progressively worsened, yet he persisted, for he was waiting for someone, and he was not yet ready to die.
Marshal Xue Po's Mansion.
"No, how could this be acceptable? Nian Bing, we can negotiate other matters, but I absolutely disagree with this one," Yan Feng's tone was somewhat chaotic, looking at the smiling Nian Bing and Marshal Xue Po. Sitting beside them, Xue Yu lowered her head, her cheeks and slender, fair neck overwhelmed with shy redness.
Nian Bing smiled and said, "What's unacceptable about it? After all, this was bound to happen sooner or later."
Yan Feng glanced awkwardly at Xue Yu and said, "But, but this could damage Yu'er's reputation! Even though it's a sham, I don't want Yu'er to be gossiped about behind her back."
