The dagger was so sharp that as soon as it was drawn from its sheath, it could tear flesh and skin, blurring blood and muscles!
"Aren't you afraid that because of what you said, she won't be able to gain a foothold in Rongcheng?"
"Isn't that exactly what you've been doing?"
Mu Yichen gave the woman before him a piercing look as he questioned her in a low voice.
"What I've done is still not enough!"
Jing Qing said softly, her gaze still as tender as it had been for ten years.
Mu Yichen chuckled, lowered his eyes to his feet, his gaze deep: "No matter what you do between us, I can forgive and forget. But if you dare lay a finger on her again, Jing Qing, I never want to see you again in my lifetime."
"What do you mean?"
She asked him, her eyes finally showing a questioning doubt beyond the tenderness.
"The time she took the second dose of the herbal medicine, don't say this has nothing to do with you!"
His dark eyes stared at her, cold, accurate, and ruthless!
