Such a cheap Duke...
Snowflakes scattered over everyone as Zhao Douan calmly uttered these words, making the entire residence fall silent instantly.
Complete silence.
The hair on Cao Mao's face bristled like a hedgehog, his face briefly stunned, seemingly incredulous, then the anger in his eyes nearly erupted as he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "You said... what?"
Zhao Douan feigned ignorance, smiling: "I was praising Duke An's fine sword, did the Duke not hear clearly?"
Cao Mao's chest heaved, his fists clenched inside his sleeves creaked loudly, he closed his eyes, and moments later, opened them again with a calm expression.
He suspected Zhao Douan was deliberately provoking him, especially at this sensitive juncture. If this were Jubei City, anyone daring to speak to him like this wouldn't live past the next moment, unfortunately, this isn't.
So, he chose to endure.
