"Wuyang, what are you trying to do by picking on the Crown Princess Consort all night?" The King of Chu Kingdom, who should have been dead drunk by now, had changed into a plain white robe and was sitting on the bed, his expression cold as he stared at his sister.
Chu Yu pressed her lips together, looking extremely unhappy, even sinister.
"Can't you see, brother? Wuyang is fighting for the honor of the Chu Kingdom."
"You're going about it the wrong way. She's not someone you can provoke. From now on, when you see the Crown Princess Consort, go the other way." Chu Qi had dealt with Yan Wanqing in the early years and continued to follow her news, aware of her capabilities.
But Wuyang didn't understand—she even thought that Yan Wanqing was like those concubines in the imperial harem of Chu, skillful only in petty schemes.
