"Your Excellency, the tea is ready. Do you have any other instructions?" The butler stood beside Di Mingzhe, bowed respectfully, and asked.
"No, you may leave now." Di Mingzhe said indifferently.
"Yes." The butler nodded with respect, and politely lowered his head to the others, "Then, Commander, Third Young Master, Young Master Jin, Fifth Miss, Young Madam, please enjoy your tea."
After speaking, the butler left with two servants.
The grandson of that old Miao head and his cousin standing there were directly frightened out of their wits.
Your, Your, Your Excellency?
The cousin’s eyes widened. Although he was just an ordinary citizen at the frontier, he understood that in the Empire, only two people could be addressed as "Your Excellency".
One was the President, and the other was the Vice President.
Then who is this Commander?
The Commander in the capital should be the Chief Commander, right?
Oh my god, the Commander in the capital is the executive officer and power holder of the entire Empire’s military.
His true power even the President has to fear and respect!
Just what kind of person had he provoked?
This person called Fifth Miss should be that girl nad Di Jinxuan, so her surna is truly the Vice President’s surna?
He rembered that cold and cool man speaking, Di Jinxuan was his sister, which ans they are all one group, all siblings?
One is the Vice President, the other is the Chief Commander?
One Nangong Jin was already enough to make them fearful, they originally swore a blood oath not to cast spells on people of the Nangong Family.
That ans anyone with a blood relation to Nangong Jin, they couldn’t cast spells on them.
To the ancient Wu clan, a blood oath is an incredibly serious and sacred pact that absolutely cannot be broken once forged. Otherwise, they would face severe backlash.
So they dared not make a move against Nangong Jin, but Nangong Jin’s fiancée had no blood relation to him, so they used this to threaten Nangong Jin.
They thought Nangong Jin would compromise, but they didn’t expect Nangong Jin to be so firm, and his fiancée’s backing was even stronger.
Do they still have a chance to live?
His cousin regretted so much he wanted to die, cursing the old Miao head a thousand tis in his heart. One Nangong Jin’s power was already enough to make them fearful.
They basically bet everything on their blood oath with Nangong Jin, never expecting his fiancée to be even more formidable.
Besides regret, he couldn’t find any other word to describe his feelings.
Both stood there trembling with fear and trepidation, clearly showing they were cowards fearing death.
While Di Mingzhe and his group looked at them with a kind of cold, contemptuous, and superior gaze, making both of them feel cold to their bones.
For the first ti, they felt that so people have an inherently strong aura that can command fear with just a glance.
Now they truly understood what it ant to have an air of authority without anger.
"Miao Feng, do you rember ?" Nangong Jin, sitting on the sofa, suddenly spoke. His exquisite face was expressionless, but his tone was unquestionably icy.
Miao Feng just managed to pull himself out of the overwhelming aura of those few people, and his gaze gradually fell on Nangong Jin’s face. When he saw his cold and ruthless appearance, he was imdiately scared out of his wits.
His legs went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud, desperately begging for rcy, "Master Jin, Master Jin, I have nothing to do with this matter, please spare !"
"Nothing to do with it?" Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, still cold.
"Yes!" Miao Feng quickly replied, "This matter was orchestrated by my grandfather; everything was planned and arranged by him, it really has nothing to do with !"
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