Xie Xun's face was as calm as still water. His interactions with Marshal Fang were limited, mostly during holidays, exchanging perfunctory greetings. As a child, he remembered Marshal Fang for his harsh discipline of Fang Chuning, even to the extent that his father sided with Fang Chuning, deeming Marshal Fang overly ruthless and coldhearted.
"Marshal Fang, I understand your duty, but I must leave today. Whoever tries to stop me will have to reckon with my sword!" Xie Xun slowly unsheathed his sword, pushing Fengyu behind him with one hand.
Fengyu held a flame-red umbrella, stepping on the accumulated snow, protected by Nuanyang and the personal guards. Xie Xun said, "If a fight breaks out later, take her to the pier—do not linger."
"Yes!"
