Qin Jinmo was startled by his mother's actions.
His mother wasn't the conventional image of a noblewoman. Though dressed in fine clothes, she carried an unyielding spirit, like wild grass, and possessed an almost feral tenacity. Qin Jinhai's refusal to admit defeat came from her. No matter how many times he was defeated, he always managed to rise again.
Li Yuan finished cursing and stared fixedly at Qin Sheng's face. His face hadn't changed much, just grown even whiter. His eyes had lost their former carefree, candid expression. Those eyes were like two black holes, dark and chilling, striking fear into one's heart.
Qin Sheng touched the red mark on his face. "You still have such a bad temper," he said.
