Gu Lan stared at him, her clear eyes glinting coldly, her voice sharp, questioning without a trace of emotion:
"When I don't attend court, I'm accused of being arrogant and disrespectful, defying protocols. When I do attend, I'm labeled an unworthy playboy. Why is it that whatever is said, it's always by Lord Su?
When Prince Rui was diligent throughout his life, fighting battles, yet died at the hands of his own; when I defended the southern border and defeated eighty thousand enemies; when Prince Xiang led his troops to suppress Yinzhou—Lord Su, where were you, and what did you say then?"
Her eyes were as cold as a winter pool, her aura formidable, unreserved in revealing the battle spirit that returned with her.
It wasn't until this moment that the surrounding officials realized that standing before them was no longer the wanton Heir of Duke Dingyuan they once knew, but the Pingnan General returning from the battlefield.
