Chapter Fifteen
Jian
Jian collapsed into a high-backed wooden chair in Dequan’s sitting room. He needed sleep. His lungs needed to heal after breathing in so much smoke.
Yet, here he was facing off against a prince who’d never been fond of him.
“Excuse my lack of food and drink.” Dequan walked toward the door. “I wasn’t expecting visitors in the middle of the night.” He spoke to a servant for a moment before returning. “I’m having something brought to you. You look as if you’ve been trampled by a stampede of horses.”
“I guess it beats looking like I was trapped in a flaming tent preparing to face my death.”
Dequan’s eyebrows drew together. “Okay, Jian, let’s start with this. You and I are not family. We’ve never seen eye to eye on anything.”
Jian shook his head. “My loyalty to Bo is
