Sun Yaoqing noticed how every gaze in the hall clung to Bai Zihan, as if he were some rare beast on display rather than a guest.
(It's a bit rude…)
They had summoned him here, yet now they only stared.
If it had been her standing alone beneath so many watchful eyes, she wasn't sure she could have endured it.
But Bai Zihan?
"Tsk1"
The sharp click of his tongue cut through the silence. His crimson eyes narrowed, not with nervousness but with clear annoyance.
"Why have you called me?"
The words fell like a stone into still water—ripples of shock spread instantly through the chamber.
Gasps were stifled, sleeves twitched, and several ministers paled with anger. No one—no one—spoke to the Emperor of the Falling Star Empire in such a tone.
A minister could not restrain himself. Face flushed, he slammed his palm against the table.
