A burst of laughter filled the air, and a voice said, “Fairy Yan, Sir Zu came back at the perfect time. We are still confused right now about what is happening, so why not tell us a bit about what really happened?”

Zu An glanced toward the voice and saw a familiar face. This was the crown princess’ father, the Imperial Secretariat’s Right Confidential Assistant, Bi Qi. He was actually quite handsome in appearance, but the glint flickering in his eyes always made him seem like a wily old fox.

“Sir Bi!” Zu An called out, cupping his hands. He figured he couldn't be too rude out of respect for Bi Linglong.

Yan Xuehen only nodded slightly in greeting, just as cold as ever.

Bi Qi walked over happily and remarked, “Hm? King Yan and General Zhao are both here as well? It seems we’re having quite the lively and happy conversation here.”

King Yan and the others couldn't help but roll their eyes. Which eye of yours saw a happy conversation? We were clearly about to attack each other already.

“The wind here on this mountaintop is a bit too strong. How about we head on to the garden below to talk things out slowly? We can...