The greed and that false smile on the envoy's face disappeared instantly, replaced by an offended, cold anger. He put down the knife and fork and carefully wiped the splashed wine droplets on his cuff with a napkin, with movements so slow that it was suffocating.
"Lord Su Li," his voice was no longer lowered, reverting to a pretentious, rigid tone, even carrying a hint of admonition, "please mind your words and actions. You are facing the envoy representing the authority of the Imperial Elector Council."
He raised his head, his slender eyes fixed on Su Li, without any sign of panic, only a kind of elevated arrogance, as if stating some self-evident truth.
