A carriage pulled up to the entrance of the embassy. Zhao Yi stepped out, and after being announced, was ushered inside.
"Your Highness, to what do we owe this visit?" Wang Guan asked, his tone reverting to the cold detachment he had shown earlier. He had never been fond of Zhao Yi, who had treated him roughly and feigned drunkenness just to play him for a fool like a circus monkey. It was truly infuriating. Now that Beiyi had played its trump card and been backed into a corner, there was no need to put on a show for Zhao Yi anymore.
Zhao Yi ignored Wang Guan’s attitude entirely. He had already decided how to handle him on the way over. With a deliberate scowl, he shoved an imperial edict into Wang Guan’s hands. Wang Guan paused, took the scroll, and opened it; his eyes gradually widened.
Chapter 90