"Why don't we dispense with these pleasantries, Baron?"
All eyes turned toward Han Feng, whose presence alone carried the weight of an emperor's authority. His expression was unreadable, his fingers lightly drumming against the table's edge as he regarded the Baron with cold amusement.
"Surely, you do not expect us to believe that you invited my Xue Li here merely so she could carry your name after all these years?" His tone was polite, yet laced with an unmistakable edge. "No, Baron Wei Zhen, we are not so easily deceived."
The room grew still, tension thick as ink.
Baron Wei Zhen swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly over the carved armrest of his chair.
Xue Li remained silent, a slow smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Let us see how you explain yourself now, dear 'father.'
