"So, there's no doubt about it. The ones who attacked us were definitely members of the Snow Race."
Shen Shizong, who had been listening quietly off to the side, curiously touched the realistic-looking umbrella. 'This is absurd,' he thought. A sneer crossed his face. "You're all in this together, aren't you? Wasn't this whole thing just a pretext? Using the marriage alliance to assassinate the Red King, a pillar of our Daqian Empire, and rob our Great Emperor of his most trusted right-hand man?"
"Er... it's not that serious." Hearing Shen Shizong's words, Zheng Xiu, who had been pondering the Barbarian Race's Miracle Techniques, blushed and quickly waved his hands. "It's not that serious, not at all."
Shen Shizong was a huge fan of Zheng Haoran, and it seemed he was now transferring that adoration to Zheng Xiu, claiming the assassination attempt was all because of the Red King.
