He lowered his head to look at the black box in his hand and suddenly had the illusion that it was scorching hot, burning his hand.
He instinctively wanted to throw the black box away.
But then he fiercely recalled the years of humiliation he suffered at Earl Red Blade's place, the one-third of his war achievements that were evaporated, the increasingly distant marquis title, and Marquis Zhenjiang's disdainful tone when he easily trampled over him, as well as his own powerless, helpless state, even his mindset that did not dare to be angry.
He also remembered since the two families made peace, Nanxiang's Earldom had been constantly bleeding, while Red Peak Earl Mansion continually conquered territories. It was supposed to be peace, supposedly for mutual benefit, yet I have been the one suffering losses, while you, this "good brother," have pounced on me like an appendage gnawing my flesh and blood.
