"Your Grace, Lingxiao has been granted the title of King of Heavenly Dragon by the imperial court, a rank even higher than Duke of Eastern Province, and he is only sixteen."
Lin Qian didn't spell it out, but his words already made his stance clear.
"Slap!"
A loud slap echoed at the entrance of Turtle Island, drawing the attention of many.
But after seeing Ming Liu, nearly everyone lowered their heads.
Hating their lack of power to intervene in such injustice.
Hating the sight of a good woman being bullied by that bastard, yet not daring to step in.
"You wretched woman, can't you appreciate kindness? Our Young Marquis has taken a fancy to you; that's your good fortune, yet you really think too highly of yourself?"
The one who struck the blow wasn't Ming Liu, but one of the guards.
The guard, having been slapped by Ming Liu, felt aggrieved but dared not vent his anger on Ming Liu.
At that moment, he found a target for his frustration—Lin Qian.
