What wedding?

Jie's muscles stiffened, his heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out the surrounding noise. He couldn't move, his body frozen in disbelief. His mind raced with a mixture of confusion and anger. He despised Qie Xieling, and Qie Xieling knew it all too well. They had never seen eye to eye, constantly clashing in their differences. Just now he had sparred with him on the mat during training and he hit him harder than he would when training anyone as rare as it was.

Yet even after that beat-down Qie Xieling still dared to have such thoughts about him. It was unbelievable. Jie was starting to think that Qie Xieling knew his true identity and was doing this to get under his skin. No matter how he tried to spin this in his mind, it seemed utterly ridiculous, like a cruel joke aimed directly at him.