In the reception hall, Lin Qi stood with his arms folded helplessly across his chest, looking at the two rabbits sprawled on the floor, their three-part lips wriggling.
These two damned rabbits were the ones responsible. They had robbed Yan Chixing, stripped him naked, and tossed him onto Triumph Avenue, Flame City's busiest, most prosperous street with the greatest flow of people. That alone would have been bad enough, but they had even put up a banner announcing Yan Chixing's identity.
This was a naked slap across the face of the Great Flame Dynasty, across the face of the Yan Clan, the imperial family.
After finishing a carrot, Big Black raised his two long ears indifferently and stared straight at Yan Chimei. "That's right, us brothers did it. We stripped Yan Chixing naked, threw him onto the street, and exposed his identity. We did it. We won't argue, and we won't hide it. We did it. So what are you going to do about it?"
Yan Chimei's face, already cold as an iceberg, had turned utterly black. Yan Chixing was one of the Yan Clan's most outstanding younger members. He was capable in every respect; although he had a few minor flaws in the way he conducted himself, Yan Chixing was still young, was he not?
In Yan Chimei's plans, Yan Chixing was meant for great things. After several more decades of tempering, he would surely become a core minister of the Great Flame Dynasty.
But after being dealt with by these two rabbits, Yan Chixing's standing within the clan had plummeted. With his dignity damaged, how could Yan Chixing still command the awe of his clansmen? How could he still govern the subordinate officials of the Great Flame Dynasty? Leaving aside Yan Chixing's own losses, the Yan Clan's face