The Anger

Dinner with the Emperor lasted more than an hour.

In front of Yan Liqiang on the table were dishes cooked by the best chef in the world with the most premium ingredients. But in his mouth, it all tasted like nothing.

The Emperor's attitude said it all. Yan Liqiang was not stupid. Normally, he knew he should oppress that thought in his heart completely, but as he answered the Emperor's questions as he ate the food, he could feel something sticking out in his chest. He could feel his heartbeat increasing because of it and that he would never let it go if he did not spit it out.

No matter how smart a person was, he or she would at least make one mistake in his or her lifetime.