Sima Yu, who had instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, was stunned when the slap never came. She opened her eyes to see a tall, vibrant youth standing before her, half a head taller than she was. His cold, irritated voice rang in her ears, "Who gave you the nerve to be so arrogant in Xizhou!"
Sima Yu couldn't help but call out, "Young Master Yu?"
'Why is he here?'
'Didn't Madam say he joined the Xizhou Military Camp and left for it first thing in the morning?'
Yu Zihan took a moment to glare back at her. "What the hell are you doing? Do you think this is Jiangzhou, where your father is in charge? Don't you know that man's arm is as thick as two of yours? One slap from him could send you flying!"
Although the young man wasn't very old, he had spent a considerable amount of time training in the military camp and had long since developed a naturally imposing aura.
