Xu Jiangzhong glared at Xu Qing fiercely. "Don't think that just because you're a general's wife, you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you, General Qiao is about to die!"
When Xu Jiangzhong stood up and scolded her, Xu Qing didn't even look up. She just kept tapping her fair fingers on the table, and a faint fragrance wafted out of her sleeve.
"Oh." Xu Qing's voice was a little faint, making Xu Jiangzhong a little confused.
Although he didn't know what Xu Qing was thinking, Xu Jiangzhong still shouted proudly, "If you beg me now, I might beg the emperor to spare your lives!" In his opinion, Xu Qing was definitely trying to act calm.
"Do you know what sentence is most suitable for a person like you?" Xu Qing looked at Xu Jiangzhong disdainfully.
"What is it?" Xu Jiangzhong asked instinctively.
The corners of Xu Qing's mouth curled up slightly. "You won't die if you don't court death!"
