Anyone could hear the meaning and resentment hidden within these two sentences. Yan Xiaoyi stood on the stone steps and stared into Fan Xian's eyes as if he wanted to use his gaze to coldly nail the other person.
He knew that he could not kill Fan Xian in Jingdou, which was a sorrowful reality. After all these years, he still realized, uncomfortably, that even though this pretty boy on the horse in front of him cursed his son in such a sinister manner and threatened him in front of the entire Jingdou—no, it was terrorized him—he still couldn't do anything ahead of time.
He was the son of a hunter while the other person was the son of the Emperor.
Yan Xiaoyi was not like the other elders in the military. He was not from aristocratic families like the Qin and Ye families nor did he descend from the royal family like the Great Prince. Although he had the Eldest Princess as a support, in reality, his rise in the military depended on his own abilities.
