Inside a residence in Vast City, a woman in green robes with a swelling belly complained to a man beside her.
"Brother Jihe, you never should have agreed to that Gongsun Wuchang."
Xia Jihe sighed. "How was I supposed to know? As a captain in the City Guard, Gongsun Wuchang was one of my subordinates. You know we often attended banquets and drank together, so we got along fairly well. When he brought up arranging a marriage between our future children, I'd had too much to drink. I thought he was joking and casually agreed. Who knew he would take it seriously? The moment his wife became pregnant, he spread the news everywhere the very next day..."
"I came forward to clarify that the matter was complete nonsense, but Gongsun Wuchang instead accused me of having no integrity, of being heartless and faithless, of going back on my word. He said I looked down on his low status and despised the poor while favoring the rich. Ha..." Xia Jihe was somewhat angry. "You don't know it, but Gongsun Wuchang usually loved scheming his way upward and currying favor with others. I thought our friendship meant he wouldn't play tricks on me. I never expected him to be so shameless."
Though Xia Jihe was only an early-stage Void God, he was still a minor officer in the City Guard.
That Gongsun Wuchang was merely one of his subordinates, yet he had made Xia Jihe lose so much face.
Furthermore, Gongsun Wuchang's wife was also a woman of the Xia Clan. She was distantly related to the Xia Clan that had ended up here countless years ago. Of course, that relationship meant little. There were far too many descendants of the Xia Clan—who cared about whom? Normally, no one even mentioned such