"Outrageous!" one of the younger members beside Cui Xichen shouted sharply. "Do you know what you're doing?"
At the height of the Cui Clan's power, forget a junior officer of the Feather Army—even Zhao Dexiang, sitting high on his horse, would not have dared meet the old man's eyes. Now, one of the dog slaves at his side actually dared press down on the old man's shoulder and order him to kneel. This really was a case of a tiger fallen on open ground being bullied by dogs.
These wretches were worthy of making the old man kneel?
Seeing this scene, all the Cui Clan's sons and grandsons were so furious their eyes nearly split open. They wished they could draw their swords and cut down this vicious slave.
"I naturally know what I'm doing." The junior officer glared sideways and shouted angrily, "You're a convicted criminal, yet you still dare act so arrogant and overbearing. Do you have any regard for the laws of the imperial court?"
"We naturally hold the laws of the imperial court in our eyes, but members of the Cui Clan are not people anyone can bully." A member of the Cui Clan shouted back. "Our Cui Clan ancestors have been meritorious ministers who helped establish the Western Wind Kingdom from the very beginning. For centuries, we have enjoyed unbroken imperial favor. Our Cui Clan produced Three Dukes of One Family, along with countless civil officials and military commanders. How could we be lightly insulted by despicable wretches like you?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That sounds very nice—'For centuries, we have enjoyed unbroken imperial favor.' Since that's the case, why did you commit such treasonous acts against the imperial court? Did you ever regard the imperial clan? Did you ever regard the enlightened sovereign?" Zhao Dexiang