Feng Feitian was brutal. So when she appeared before Luo Qian and the squad of Saint Soldiers, her face livid, every soldier's expression changed. One said to Luo Qian with malicious glee, "Kid, tough luck. The Commandant heard you spouting nonsense. You'd better pray for yourself. Death is your best option." The Squad Captain was startled. If Feng Feitian killed Luo Qian in a rage, he would be held responsible too. They knew the influence she wielded; a Squad Captain of no importance like him would surely be left holding the bag.
The Squad Captain hurried to Feng Feitian's side. "Please calm down, my lady, please—" Before he could finish, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and smack! A ringing slap struck his face. Luo Qian smiled when he saw Feng Feitian, but unease still gnawed at him. He had openly declared that he wanted to be her husband. Would she be upset?
The Squad Captain still had no idea why he had been slapped. He edged closer to Feng Feitian, trying to stop her. "My lady, think twice!" Feng Feitian looked at the implements laid out on the ground, and anger filled her. People were strange that way. You could hit and scold your own child, but let someone else lay a hand on him and you'd fight them to the death. Behind closed doors, you could complain about everything wrong with your husband, but if someone else said the same things to your face, even the best of friends might end up quarreling on the spot.
That was exactly how Feng Feitian felt. Did Luo Qian deserve a beating? Of course he did! But she would be the one to give it to him. These little punks dared lay a hand on him? They must have grown tired