Finally, Lang Ju cleared his throat and spoke again.
"As for the Armament Division's disciple, was it quite necessary to maim her?"
Once he finished speaking, Lang Ju brought a hand to cover his mouth. He shuddered as he recalled the remains of the girl's permanent smile, carved onto her flesh.
Bai Qingyue's golden eyes flashed with a fierce light. "That vermin dared speak ill of my wife. The fact she is alive right now is her good fortune."
A look of comprehension gradually dawned on Lang Ju's ever-youthful visage.
So that was what had pressed His Lordship's buttons, for him to behave as he had done...
"Besides," Bai Qingyue flapped his sleeves as he mounted a crane, "I will not allow anyone to step all over my wife. If everyone fears her, they will all think twice before disrespecting her."
"My Lord is wise," Lang Ju agreed, after giving it some thought.
