"He's not a monstrous beast in a flood, he's a human."
Zhao Qin stared at Ming Jing's beautiful and calm side profile, suddenly leaning closer to her: "You might as well marry my cousin, become my sister-in-law, and then you can walk sideways in Jiangzhou without any issue."
"Does your cousin know you're so worried about his lifelong affair?"
Zhao Qin smiled and said, "He'll thank me for it."
Ming Jing flicked her whip on Zhao Qin's horseback, causing Zhao Qin's horse to suddenly leap forward. Zhao Qin cursed on the horse, "Zhu Mingjing, you bastard...!"
Ming Jing leisurely urged her horse on, looking at the distant horizon and squinting her eyes slightly.
A horse rushed headlong toward them, the girl on the horse swayed from side to side, her voice hoarse as she cried for help.
The horse was out of control!
