In the shroud of night, atop a high-rise building.
A tall, handsome young man with an air of defiance stood facing the glass.
He surveyed the beautiful landscape beneath him from his lofty vantage point, eyes brimming with resentment.
Suddenly, he whirled around to face a young man standing behind him with hands clasped respectfully, startling him so much that he involuntarily stepped back several paces.
The young man managed to steady himself, not daring to even glance at the person before him, as if he were no more than an ant or a servant in his presence.
And to him, the young man in front was his emperor, his deity.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. You'd better repeat it!"
"Young Master, the Chen Clan has just sent word that your marriage proposal to Chen Yufei has been rejected!"
The identity of the young master in question, given the context of the marriage proposal to the Chen Clan, was now rather clear.
