"It's actually me who's a bit worried," Dongfang Tianyang continued, with an obvious tone of schadenfreude, "Su Changyi might not have had the chance to attack Dongqing before he got assassinated by my people."
Assassination...
"You! Despicable!" After cursing, An Jing laughed: "Don't say I didn't warn you, if you want to assassinate my husband, just wait, none of your people will come back alive."
"You trust his skills that much?"
"Yes!" A firm and straightforward answer.
Dongfang Tianyang immediately felt jealous, his face turned cold: "Even if he possesses great skills, you were still captured by my people. I'm fond of you, I don't mind that you used to be with him, but from now on, you are my woman, my Concubine Intention."
"Pah!" An Jing truly thought Dongfang Tianyang was shameless. "Alive, I am my husband's person, dead, I am my husband's ghost!"
"I am your husband now."
