Li Qiao reigned in his spirit as he stepped into the entryway, his footsteps light as he approached the entrance of the living room, where a murmur of conversation gradually reached him.
"Xiaoyan has no ill intentions. He became the deputy Secretary-General of the South Sea Secretariat through his own efforts. In terms of ability and character, at the very least it shows he's stronger than you."
This voice was exceptionally gentle, like the soft language of Jiangnan, which, even in disdain, could not conceal the tenderness of its meticulous articulation.
Li Qiao stopped in his tracks, his lips curving into a sinister smile as a cold light interweaved in his eyes.
It was none other than Madam Xiao.
Since escaping from the border, Li Qiao had been investigating what exactly had gone wrong with the Yan Emperor all the way here.
He truly thought he was returning from his official duties and did not expect tonight's surprise to be so significant.
