Watching his people protect him as they walked away, Pei Qin turned around and yanked the jade pendant off Jiujiu's body, "Pah! Damn it! Even my precious daughter is in their sights, those wretches! I'll bury them alive!"
"He's going to be spitting blood all the way home." Mo Heng said with a smile as he picked up the jade pendant, examined it carefully—it was a genuine product from the Royal Family, although he wasn't sure how many such pendants he had given away. He casually placed it into a box, locked it, and stored it in a cupboard.
"I hope he spews out several basins!" Pei Qin ground her teeth.
Mo Heng pulled her to sit in his embrace and chuckled, "It's not like we're butchering a pig. Even if we were, it would only fill one basin of blood."
Pei Qin snorted.
"You're pregnant, don't get angry so easily. Rest early. We're going home tomorrow!" Mo Heng urged.
