Watching Shi Potian lead his men away, Pei Shaoqing rode his horse toward Jiang Yuechan's carriage. A few guards tried to block him, but he cracked his whip at them. "Get lost!"
"Stand down." Jiang Yuechan mustered her courage, lifted the window curtain, and looked up to meet the gaze of Pei Shaoqing on his horse.
Only then did the guards from the Marquis's Mansion step aside.
Pei Shaoqing looked down from his high perch, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Yuechan's trembling bosom. His expression unchanged, he said, "Do you people from the Jiang Family understand the concept of repaying a kindness?"
"Watch your tone! I, of course, understand that principle," Jiang Yuechan replied indignantly.
Hearing her refer to herself that way, Pei Shaoqing raised an eyebrow. "You're married? Where's your husband? Don't tell me he was so scared he hid under your skirt."
He was suddenly reminded of this body's original owner, that coward.
