Xie Xun felt a lump stuck in his chest. He looked at Fang Chuning's ignorant, clueless face, then glanced at Xie Jue's inscrutable one. The thought of his Second Brother's unrequited love—hopelessly unrequited at that—only made Xie Xun angrier. If this matter were to be exposed, wouldn't his Second Brother be mortified? He couldn't bear to see even the slightest discomfort or embarrassment befall his Second Brother, so how could he ever reveal it? Infuriated, Xie Xun spun around and left. The ache in his chest reminded him again why this fight had even started in the first place.
Fang Chuning contained his mirth and turned to Xie Jue, saying, "Zhixu's temper is getting worse by the day."
"After all, he's a Prince now, commanding a three-army force. Mercy has no place in a general. Tell me, which Great General with renown that echoes across the land has a mild temper?"
"Me!" Fang Chuning said with a laugh. "I have an excellent temper!"
