"How dare you."
The Prince of Yan, Zheng Dongyuan, sitting inside the carriage had not yet become enraged, but the Captain of the Guard, Yun Teng, was already furious.
Chen Ping didn't know whether this burly man with a full beard and glaring eyes was angry because Chen Ping was accompanied by women, or because he was acting on his own without observing hierarchy and respect.
A burst of hoofbeats, a flash of dark light, and a long spear already aimed at his throat.
He intended to kill right away.
Was this to establish authority?
Of course, it could also be that this Captain Yun Teng was naturally hot-tempered and didn't regard the lives of his subordinates as important.
This man retracted his horse, thrust his spear, the spear's momentum like the wind, almost beyond Chen Ping's eyes' capacity to discern, fast to the point of irrationality.
However, to Chen Ping, even at double that speed, it couldn't surpass his reaction.
He had dozens of ways to handle it.
