Apology

Duoercha had been plotting for a long time. He was not the sort of person who could keep his thoughts hidden, but ever since Little Yanzhi had harshly berated and humiliated him, he had become an insignificant figure few people paid attention to. His excitement, flushed face, and gaze were all ignored.

No one knew what he was thinking. Duoercha was like a dull yet vicious hound. Even when he charged recklessly at his prey, there was a trace of foolishness in his bravery.

He carried a bowl of wine toward Little Yanzhi. Many people saw the scene and assumed he was trying to curry favor with her. Zhesu even frowned slightly, thinking Duoercha had chosen the wrong moment.

The four guards at the entrance circled along the edge of the tent, joining up with Duoercha while trying not to attract attention.

Gu Shenwei became alert at that moment, but his judgment was mistaken. He focused on Zhesu, intending to restrain the old general of the Naihang Tribe first if anything went wrong.

What happened next took him and everyone else by surprise. Fang Wenshi and Shulitu had been quietly discussing countermeasures with Li Man and Dudun, and had not even noticed the opening scene.

Duoercha had not drunk a single drop of wine, yet his powder-white face showed uneven patches of red. His insincere smile only made him look more ferocious, and the tip of his thumb was still soaking in the wine. Little Yanzhi glanced at it, immediately twisted her head away in disgust, and prepared to refuse the bowl.

"Little Yanzhi." Duoercha's voice trembled slightly. Her cold arrogance finally made him resolve himself.

He splashed the entire bowl of wine over Little Yanzhi's head and face.

Little Yanzhi stood frozen for a moment before suddenly rising. Even