"What did you say?!" Marquis Xiajiang nearly lost his voice in disbelief at the news.
Princess Yunyang also pursed her red lips tightly.
The young servant said anxiously, "They've indeed come..."
He reiterated the message, which was undeniably accurate.
A shade of iron blue appeared on Marquis Xiajiang's otherwise handsome face, signaling his enraged state:
"Good, very good! Just as the rumors, how dare they!"
As a lord who prided himself on his "noble" status, he felt a natural sense of superiority over commoners like Zhao Douan, who had climbed up from the bottom relying on his looks.
Backed by the entire Noble Group, he had always adopted a stance of indifferent observation towards the political strife of the temples.
Even the fearsome Imperial Court, with its formidable deterrent power within the Great Yu officialdom, rarely took action against the nobility.
