Zuo Qingqing was also frightened. She nestled into Chu Yifeng's embrace, her voice trembling, "Ah Feng, I'm so scared of this tiger."
"Don't be afraid, it's just a beast." Chu Yifeng comforted her, his ice-cold gaze locking onto Chu Heng. "Keep your tiger under control; it frightened my woman."
In all the land, only Chu Yifeng dared to speak to Chu Heng in such a manner.
Chu Heng patted Shan Bao's head, calming its agitation.
Shan Bao ground its teeth in defiance, letting out suppressed growls.
"Shan Bao, stand down."
Chu Heng softly urged.
Shan Bao let out a low roar, backed away by two steps, but still stood guard behind Chu Heng.
Chu Heng, clad in a silver dragon-patterned robe, though his face was youthful, spoke with a steady tone, "Madam Zuo, Shan Bao of mine startled you, it was his mistake. But what did you mean by your earlier words?"
Though adorned with a smile, his expression inexplicably brought dread to those who faced him.
