Seeing that Wen Qingye hadn't delivered a killing blow, Wen Shibei breathed a sigh of relief. Shattered bones could be healed with pills; with the Jia Family's influence, that shouldn't be a problem for them.
Wen Shibei quickly had the Wen Family servants carry Jia Lu to the rear courtyard. Jia Lu glared at Wen Qingye and burst into a wild laugh. "HAHAHA! Wen Qingye, I knew you wouldn't dare kill me! Just you wait. I will *not* let you off!"
On the surface, it looked like Wen Qingye had spared him, but Jia Lu was still determined to see him dead.
In Jia Lu's mind, he was born a cut above Wen Qingye. How could he ever accept being on the receiving end of retribution from him?
Wen Qingye watched as Jia Lu was carried away by the crowd and said calmly, "Soon, you won't be thinking that anymore. I just hope I don't hear news of your suicide."
