Inside the bedchamber of the Bai Shuang Hua Pavilion remained two pairs of eyes locked onto each other — one filled with unrelenting hatred and enmity, the other burning with obsession and madness.
"Why do you always seem to be on such high alert the moment I appear, Ling'er?" the Emperor asked teasingly as he cornered the other man by the couch. His sharp gaze swept over his figure from head to toe with an unsettling intimacy.
"For a General who has won countless battles and survived the deadliest, blood-curdling situations without ever submitting, fear is a foreign concept to me, Li Feng," he replied coldly. "What I cannot comprehend are your... immoral methods of forcing my submission. I would still be grateful if you would stop using these underhanded, dirty tricks — even now — and treat me as a General ought to be treated."
