Shen Mochen stepped forward to stand in front of An Mo.
He knew An Mo's hot temper better than anyone. An Mo had never liked the overbearing attitude of the Beast Queen, nor did he appreciate how she always tried to take the place of their late, beautiful mother.
An Mo didn't truly hate her, but her suffocating control since childhood drove him mad. She was used to ruling the entire Upper Domain with absolute authority, and An Mo was like the rebellious child she could never quite tame.
They were always at each other's throats.
Shen Mochen sighed inwardly, knowing how helpless the situation was, but he still tried to smooth things over.
"An Mo," Shen Mochen spoke gently, his tone calm. "Beast Mother didn't mean any harm. She was simply worried and wanted to see your mate. Don't be so harsh on her."
An Mo's eyes flicked over to his brother, his jaw still tight with annoyance. "So what? Does that give her the right to come here and aggressively question my mate's worth?!"
