Meng Xiyang suddenly turned her head and hissed at the person in front of the tent with gritted teeth, "Have you lost your mind? I am a Consort of the Prince's Mansion, how dare you treat me like this! The Commandery Prince will never let you go once he returns to the Wangfu!"
Pei Yunmeng was so arrogant in someone else's mansion—did he really think the laws of Shengjing couldn't touch him? Despicable to the extreme!
"Won't let me go?"
He was taken aback, as if he had heard some amusing remark. His smile grew even more brilliant, but his pitch-black eyes held a chill as cold as the snow in a dark forest, desolate and distant.
He spoke indifferently, "You'd better pray that my sister is safe and sound, otherwise..."
"None of those who raised their hands against her today will get away."
