The Gao Country delegation was anxiously awaiting news.
They had never found a quarter of an hour so unbearably long.
At long last, the deadline passed, yet Shen Tang was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Chu Yao arrived. The leading envoy's heart gave a heavy thump, but he forcibly suppressed his impatience and displeasure. Stepping forward, he said with perfect courtesy, "Lord Chu, Lord Shen's meaning is..."
Chu Yao's brows were tightly knitted, a trace of worry seemingly tangled across his face.
His tone was no longer as friendly as before, and his gaze carried an intense sense of oppression. "My lord is unwell and temporarily unable to give you a reply. If the envoy can't wait, you may return home first."
The envoy nearly suffered a heart attack at those words.
He was certain Shen Tang's side was just toying with him.
When she had walked past earlier, she had looked perfectly spirited. How could she have become too ill to reply after only a quarter of an hour? It was obvious they were deliberately keeping them waiting. The envoy was furious inside, but on the surface he still put on a concerned expression. "What? Lord Shen is ill?"
Chu Yao nodded. "Mm."
The envoy then requested to visit her.
Not to urge her, but solely to demonstrate his sincerity.
The envoy was certain Chu Yao would refuse—the woman surnamed Shen was not ill at all. She had merely claimed sickness as an excuse to avoid seeing them! Unexpectedly, Chu Yao nodded and agreed, but said they would have to wait until the physicians had finished their consultation.
This left the envoy rather uncertain.
Chu Yao caught the envoy's shifting gaze from the corner of his eye and administered a precautionary warning in advance. "My lord is extremely dissatisfied