"Marcia, stop being so rude to the Elder Madam," Marilyn warned gently. "But what she said is true. Even though you're the Elder Madam, you still don't understand the situation here. You'd better stay out of it."
"Don't worry. I'm not interested in your affairs either, but… I won't be like you, bowing down to the imperial family. Isn't he only the Sixth Prince? He doesn't even hold real power. Why should we fear him?"
A loud bang echoed through the dining hall as Marcia slammed her palm against the dining table. She stood up abruptly, her eyes blazing with fury and resentment. Kelsey could even sense a trace of murderous intent leaking from her, but it did not frighten her. Instead, she was astonished that she could detect such dark and malicious energy emanating from a god cultivator like Marcia.
"Then you go meet the Sixth Prince yourself, if you're not afraid of him!"
"Why should I?"
"Ha! I knew it. You're scared too, aren't you?"
