Bai Huxiao suddenly leaped up and kicked the bronze tripod over, sending fragments hissing against the jade steps in a shower of sparks. "The witch! Does she really think this general is afraid of her?"
Glancing around, he noticed several civil officials exchanging glances—their expressions carrying the unmistakable mockery of onlookers watching a common street ruffian throw a tantrum.
Feeling as though his spine had been suddenly ripped out, he swept his sleeves and strode off, nearly tripping over the threshold of the grand hall as he left.
Chapter 118