Jie Chen let out a disdainful snort from within the darkness.
"I was only away for a few days, and now you plan to marry someone else? If I were to walk through the main entrance, wouldn't it ruin your good marriage prospects?"
Xiang Ying raised her delicate eyebrows: "When did I say I was marrying someone else?"
Jie Chen stood where light and shadow intersected, his figure like a sullen iceberg, coldly.
"How could you not be? Otherwise, why would you agree to live in his main hall?"
With those words, he looked around: "Where is Lu Feiyi? I have a good knife here, would like him to have a look."
Indeed, Jie Chen was telling the truth, as a long knife was hanging beside him.
Xiang Ying chuckled.
"You're still laughing?" Jie Chen advanced two steps, his hand gripping Xiang Ying's chin.
He said in a low, cold voice: "If I kill him later, let's see if you can still laugh."
Xiang Ying was unafraid; she brushed away Jie Chen's hand.
