“Just a mere scrap of land beyond the northern border, a tiny dot on the map, yet it dares to provoke me like this! What is he trying to say?! Just two Sixth Heaven generals, leading a ragtag army of wolves surviving on rotten meat and scraps in that frozen wasteland—where do they get their courage?”
“Who dares to have such audacity here?”
“Dare to insult me in front of the whole world!”
Jiang Yuan’s voice thundered with fury.
Inside and outside the palace, the maids and eunuchs served with trembling fear, lowering their heads, afraid that any slight movement or misstep might incur the emperor's wrath.
Although Jiang Yuan lived in luxury and pleasure, his treatment toward the palace people was rather good.
He often bestowed generous rewards and was fond of entertainment.
Compared to the previous emperor, his rules were less strict, and there were more opportunities to gain favor and benefits.
Yet, none had ever seen this beautiful, refined, martial and literary emperor so enraged.
It was as if a certain unknown person had uttered just one sentence.
Just one sentence.
That single sentence pierced straight through Emperor Ying Jiang Yuan’s carefully guarded heart, causing his anger to swell instantly, almost uncontrollably raging.