The Peacock King's expression stiffened, his face filled with disbelief. "The girl you like?"
"That's right. The girl I like. Since she might die soon, I should at least say goodbye to someone. Otherwise, people might think I left without saying farewell. Wouldn't that be discourteous? I, Yan Xiangma, am not a man who knows nothing of etiquette."
"You gave the life-saving Mengdie to the girl you like? Who is she? Do you know that if that evil dragon hadn't come, you, Yan Xiangma, would have had no path but death today?" The Peacock King was practically roaring.
As the ruler of the Peacock Dynasty, he did not care whether Yan Xiangma lived or died. He cared even less about who the girl Yan Xiangma liked was.
There was only one thing he cared about: whether that evil dragon would come. Because only by seeing that evil dragon could he receive news of his most beloved daughter.
He cared only about the safety of his daughter, Ying Qian Du. He cared only whether she lived or died.
If Ying Qian Du lived, then many people could live.
If Ying Qian Du died, then many people would have to be buried alongside her.
He would make those who had harmed Qian Du wish they were dead.
Clearly, Yan Xiangma's attitude had enraged the Peacock King, who valued his daughter's life above all else. This dismissive attitude of his was treating Qian Du's life with contempt.
To the Peacock King, anyone who dared disregard his daughter's life was intolerable and unacceptable. This included the ministers within the Peacock Dynasty who wanted to oppose Qian Du becoming heir, as well as certain important members of the Ying Clan's imperial family. He did not mind chopping off their heads and making them shut up