"You should know, this person tried to assassinate me repeatedly. Fortunately, my luck has defied fate, and I've managed to turn danger into safety every time! But that one time, I felt I wouldn't be so lucky anymore! So..."
"I could only watch as he took you away... alas."
"Enough, Ye Chen, spare me the unnecessary explanations."
"Do you know? Unlike your cowardice and fear of death, back then, Brother Xiao—who was just as young and had no Martial Arts cultivation level—risked everything to save me from that vile assassin! If not for him, the Northern Territory Queen wouldn't exist today!"
Ye Xuan'er's beautiful eyes were cold as she issued an ultimatum, "I ask you one last time: are you leaving or staying?"
"I..."
Ye Chen clenched his fists, once again boiling with rage, "Xuan'er! Don't be so headstrong! And don't forget, I, the Princely Heir, am the master of the 800,000 elite Beichuan cavalry!"
"Therefore, everything you've built using this army should rightfully be mine!"
