As soon as he entered the restaurant, accompanied by Edith's screams, a plate of soup suddenly flew past Emory's ear. His heart jolted, he quickly dodged, but was still splashed with soup.
"An Yiqing! That damned woman! I want grandmother to kill her! Ah ah ah ah!—"
"Edith, enough is enough!" Emory, furious, thought to himself that had he not ducked quickly, there would have been blood. He strode to the table, grabbed Edith's arm, "Haven't you caused enough trouble?! Because of you today, we almost had an international conflict. What, do you insist on waiting until Xuanjin and Country Zi start fighting before you're satisfied?!"
"Emory, even you are blaming me?! It's clearly that woman's fault on purpose! She must be jealous of my noble status, that's why she said that! No, I must go tell grandmother! I want grandmother to convict her!" Edith said while attempting to run out, but was angrily pulled back by Emory.
