"Miss Xu keeps insulting the students from the Northland, and even spreads rumors to frame my wife. Does your father, the Canal Transport Commissioner, no longer wish to remain in his position?" Jiang Yichun's words sounded rather light, but his expression was far from mere intimidation. Many who heard it drew a sharp breath. Could it be that the power dynamics in Jiangnan were about to drastically shift?
Xu Panrui, breathing heavily, her modest chest heaving with anger, glared at Jiang Yichun and said, "Who do you think you are to meddle with my father? And when did I ever say that the North and the South should be governed separately? Don't you dare pin your grievances with Bai Ruozhu on me and my father!"
Jiang Yichun didn't even deign to look at her, but sneered, "Oh? Just wait and see how long your esteemed father can keep his seat."