When Tu Xiang behaved so fiercely, Xu Jiayi took two steps back in fright. But when she saw that a metal gate separated them, she calmed down. "Otherwise, do you think a lowly commoner like you could have married a princess? You aren't even fit to lick my shoes."
To her, Tu Xiang was a commoner. Even though he had risen in status because he'd married into the Feng Clan, his ancestry was still lowly.
If Xu Jiayi hadn't gotten pregnant before marriage and marrying him hadn't been the only way to get her into Feng Manor, Tu Xiang would never have wedded her.
"Xu Jiayi, you sl*t!" The veins on Tu Xiang's hands were bulging from gripping the cell bars so tightly. He was like a wild beast that had been caged, ready to rush out and bite someone anytime.
