Ah!
While guessing, they couldn't help but feel pity for the delicate beauty inside the carriage, thinking how distressing it was for such a fine man to be with a woman prone to explosive temper and habitual threats of violence.
At this moment, the very woman with a volatile disposition was inside the carriage, calmly wiping the chicken blood off her dagger with a handkerchief.
"Look at you," Xia Zheng complained incessantly, "Just yesterday I lost face at the Lin family's hollow, and today, when I finally got a chance to show my face and regain some confidence, you just had to do this! Now my image must be even worse!" Although his mouth was running nonstop, he was actually overjoyed. Seeing Lin Yuan jealous was indeed a rare treat!
Lin Yuan continued to attentively wipe the chicken blood off the dagger, the stubs of the old hen's feet, which was meant to nourish Jeng Ruyue, still had some dried blood on them.
