Huang Zhi's Hypocricy
A glacial fury simmered beneath Huang Zhi's composed exterior. He locked eyes with Wang Jian, a silent battle of wills unfolding. Finally, Huang Zhi spoke, his voice laced with a dangerous calm.
"Celestial Maiden," he addressed his mother-in-law, a pointed emphasis on the title, "perhaps it would be best if I spoke with you… privately."
Wang Jian, amusement dancing in his eyes, simply smirked. He knew the jig was up, at least with Huang Zhi.
With a theatrical sigh, he bowed. "Very well, I shall leave you two to your… discussion."
The way he lingered on the last word sent shivers down Huang Zhi's spine. The man oozed a calculated charm that Huang Zhi found repulsive.
As soon as Wang Jian's retreating figure vanished from the doorway, Huang Zhi wasted no time. "Mother-in-law," he began, his voice low and urgent, "do you truly intend to lead your race down the path of war?"