Xie Xun galloped over, his gaze sweeping across Fengyu's face. Seeing that she wasn't startled, Xie Xun tightened the reins with one hand, looking down from his elevated position at Dugu Jing. "Dugu Jing, this is the Capital City of Yanyang, not the Beiman Royal Court. If you dare act recklessly again, I'll turn you into a pincushion."
Dugu Jing gripped his curved blade tightly, the sharp edge gleamed—enmity flared between old adversaries meeting face-to-face.
Lin Cheng leisurely watched the spectacle unfold. If the envoys for peace negotiations were to brawl in the streets, an even bigger drama would ensue. The Crown Prince had always wanted to replace Xie Xun as the lead negotiator—this could be his chance.
"Xie Xun, this is a personal grudge between me and this woman. It has nothing to do with you!" Dugu Jing growled in anger.
