Shui Jue slightly raised the sword and directly hit Jiang Ying in the chest with a bang. He said in deadly earnest with a low voice, "How dare you speak to Her Highness in this way? Are you trying to have a taste of my leftovers?"
In other words, his words were too disgusting. So, he'd better watched what he said. Otherwise, he might throw up her meal from last night and force him to eat.
Jiang Ying's chest ached and was breathless from the impact. Blood spurted to his stomach, but he forced it back down. He raised his eyes to glower at Feng Tianlan with hate. Bi**h, she only knew how to rely on other men!
Feng Tianlan listened to Shui Jue's words and could not help but laugh out loud. She did not expect such a serious person to also be quite amusing when he opened his mouth.
