Feng Jin was grimacing in pain. When he heard Jiang Pengji's exaggerated declaration, his stomach was in pain instead of his hands.
If they were in Hejian County, it would have been okay for her to be so smug––at least then Liu She could take responsibility for it. However, they were in Shangjing. She did not have the advantage of being a local tyrant under the emperor… But maybe she could still be that arrogant.
Thinking about how modest he was and how he gave in just now but was still humiliated and got his arm injured, he suddenly felt that it was better to be arrogant.
"Lanting, be careful. These people have bad intentions." Feng Jin covered his wound with his left hand. Garish, fresh blood continued to flow out from the space in between his fingers. His face turned pale due to the pain and loss of blood. His voice became weak. "They're the envoys sent by the royal family of the Northern borderline…"