"Those whose paths differ do not plan together."
A chilling edge crept into Jiang Shaohua's calm voice: "Wang Jin, you and I are not on the same path. In the future, we will only be political enemies and opponents."
Wang Jin turned his head to meet Jiang Shaohua's gaze. His gentle and handsome face appeared a bit pale, yet his black eyes shone with an unprecedented fiery glow: "Your words, Commandery Princess, are too arbitrary. The world is unpredictable; today's adversaries may become tomorrow's allies, and opponents might turn into fellow travelers."
Jiang Shaohua smirked slightly: "Such words are naive and laughable. The feud between myself and Prime Minister Wang is known to all. I can't imagine when, where, or in what circumstance it could be resolved."
