Nangong Heng was panting heavily, so enraged that his vision blurred, but he truly no longer dared to seek death. His staff, more perceptive, said, "Miss Feng San, you're new here and unfamiliar with West Continent. Our State Mansion has its difficulties as well. Please give us a few days to discuss this further."
"West Continent follows my command. There is no room for negotiation!" Fengyu rose to her feet, looking down at the crumpled figure of Nangong Heng on the ground. "On that basis, I will consider your requests at my discretion. Lord Nangong, I respect your loyalty, but I do not accept your governance strategy for West Continent. West Continent has fallen into ruin under your hands. There's a saying, 'It's never too late to mend the fold once the sheep are lost.' That applies even more to you. If I were you, I'd find every possible way to restore West Continent to its prosperity of more than a decade ago."
