Ji Cheng's hands froze when he heard Zhao Ming's words.
She said that she does not want to die again in this palace. He remembers how he picked her from that pool with her body going cold and face pale.
She was soaked in water and her face was as white as a sheet. After that, she was in a coma for a while and in that time, he had cursed himself many times for not taking actions at the right time.
His grip tightened around the cup. He does not want to act lousily this time as well and let her suffer from similar pain again.
Xiao Li sensed the coldness on Ji Cheng's expressions. His eyes were shooting daggers at her.
She hurriedly held Zhao Ming's hand and said, " Sister, I will punish her if she has made you upset. This is the welcome feast for Master Wen. We should not waste our time by doing this conversation here. Don't worry, I will punish her properly." Xiao Li tried to shift Zhao Ming's attention to the feast.
