"The people behind you probably don't have the brains to give you any good ideas, right?"
Feng Ruqing asked, smilingly.
Feng Lianyi's expression changed dramatically, and she looked at Feng Ruqing with fear in her eyes.
'This…
'It's impossible!
'How did she know?
'Is she referring to General Tian Ya?
'Yes, it must be General Tian Ya.'
"Lady Nan, you..."
Suddenly, a sword light flew over.
By the time Feng Lianyi noticed it, it was too late to dodge.
The sword light rushed toward her and sliced her neck, leaving a cut on her jaw.
But that was only a small cut...
She would have died had the sword light had sliced through her neck.
The crowd was startled, and their eyes all turned to the man on the seat.
The man's robe was as white as snow, cold, and indifferent. "When Qing'er speaks, the mouth of anyone who speaks will end up like this."
