The Prince of Jin could not stop his expression from shifting.
As a prince deeply favored by the Empress Dowager, with power that reached the heavens, he needed only to crook a finger for countless noble ladies to throw themselves into his arms.
Yet before Su Qingwan, he dared not show any displeasure.
She was a disciple of the World's Number One Daoist Sect, a title bestowed by the founding emperor himself. Her status stood above worldly affairs, and even successive emperors dared not disrespect her. More importantly, she was an Innate Realm expert. Worldly power and wealth could do nothing to someone of that caliber.
He could only redirect his anger toward Zhao Feng.
"So General Zhao is also a friend of Fairy Su. Forgive my discourtesy." His voice remained steady, betraying nothing unusual.
"What brings Your Highness to see me today?" Zhao Feng asked.
"I wish to discuss official business with you, General Zhao."
Seeing this, Su Qingwan said, "In that case, I shall excuse myself."
"Please, Miss Su." Zhao Feng cupped his fists.
Su Qingwan gave him a radiant smile and left.
As the Prince of Jin watched this, another shade of gloom entered his eyes.
"Please come inside for tea, Your Highness."
"There is no need for tea."
The Prince of Jin waved a hand and walked straight to the seat of honor in the main hall. Sitting down, he swept an idle glance around the room before resting his gaze on Zhao Feng. "General Zhao, despite your youth, you command the Martial Suppression Guard and have repeatedly distinguished yourself. I greatly admire your ability. But affairs of the world cannot be accomplished through hot blood alone. Sometimes, too much stubbornness only draws fire onto yourself."
Zhao Feng remained composed. "I do not understand what Your