"Cheng Qianyan!!" Jing Lingyu roared in anger, "You're courting death!"
Qiann Yan pulled the curtains of Jing Lingyu's bed to wipe her hands, her gaze indifferent, "You were the one who insisted on marrying me. For someone I don't like, this is just my nature. I won't be gentle and delicate in feeding you. The fact that I'm feeding you at all is already merciful."
"You..." Jing Lingyu said coldly, "You're mocking me like this, aren't you afraid I'll bring harm to the Cheng Family?"
"Oh, what are you going to do to the Cheng Family? My father is a minister of the current emperor. Are you planning to assassinate a minister?" Qiann Yan turned back, "That would be perfect, the Crown Prince could use that to impeach you."
"So that's your plan!" Jing Lingyu was both angry and resentful, "Don't forget, you are my Princess Consort."
"Then you better live well."
Jing Lingyu felt a sweetness in his throat, did this mean that if he died, she would remarry?
