"You know very well what I'm talking about," Long Xuan retorted coldly, his fingers tightening around his cup. "Lin Qingyuan, don't forget that you're a married woman. If you do anything out of line, don't blame me for being merciless!" With that, he slammed the cup down on the table and rose from his seat.
Lin Qingyuan was stunned, but seeing him head outside, she hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
Long Xuan paused in his step but did not look back at her. "Back to the imperial capital."
Lin Qingyuan stiffened. Her lips moved, but in the end, she could not bring herself to persuade him to stay.
Soon, Long Xuan disappeared from her view.
Bai He hurried in, and seeing her mistress sitting forlornly at the table, asked tentatively, "Miss, did you fight with the General again? I saw him leave on his horse."
"He went back to the imperial capital," Lin Qingyuan replied glumly.
