Ya Fei's arrival made the atmosphere in the great hall turn subtle.
She stood behind Hai Bodong, her beautiful legs held close together beneath her red slit qipao. Her high heels tapped lightly against the floor with a crisp click.
A gracious smile graced her enchanting face, but Fan Tian clearly caught a flicker of unease in her eyes.
Zi Yan planted her hands on her hips and barked like the mistress of the household, "Fan Tian, who's this little vixen now?"
Fan Tian looked at Hai Bodong.
Hai Bodong's face twitched.
"Mad... Madam Zi, I brought Miss Ya Fei to visit the Imperial Family. The affairs of the Jia Ma Empire Auction House do require some discussion with Her Highness the Eldest Princess."
"Does she need to dress like that to discuss business?" Zi Yan snorted, her gaze sweeping over Ya Fei's curve-hugging qipao.
Ya Fei dipped in a slight bow, her voice neither servile nor overbearing. "Mad... Madam Zi, you misunderstand. I truly have important business to discuss."
Fan Tian rubbed his temples, feeling as though his head had swollen to twice its size.
He glanced at Yao Ye, who was hiding to one side and quietly sobbing, then at Zi Yan, who stood before him like a mother dragon guarding her food. Finally, he turned his gaze toward the door.
Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma stood with their eyes lowered to their noses and their attention fixed inward, their expressions strange. Neither knew what to say.
"Enough." Fan Tian straightened his clothes, releasing a faint ripple of his Dou Zong aura to suppress the drawn-swords tension in the hall. "Zi Yan, stop making trouble. Since everyone's here, let's discuss business."
Zi Yan pouted, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. But Fan Tian rarely looked so serious, and she