Chapter 63: How Insulting

"Lord, this is an insult to us. The Yans certainly owe you an apology."

Ni Jian could barely suppress her anger, as she bowed down. 

The young woman, slender and tall, hair tied up like that of a man in the military, had a majestic aura surrounding her. Her gentle curved brows were arched in rage.

Jiyanyu gently sipped from the golden bordered jade tea-cup. The emanating smoke masked his expression.

That day, after receiving the change in the decree, he had visited the emperor, only to receive a mere formal apology. 

Fiddling with the photograph of a man gently covering a woman with his robe like a caring husband protecting his little wife, he spoke up, "Say, if I were to break the alliance with the crown prince, would she be impacted too?"

The woman bowed her head silently. Her hand clasping on the hilt of the sword pierced through her palm, blood dripping onto the clean white floor.