Cold sweat poured down Jiang Yang's forehead. He hadn't expected him to be thunderously angry, and was instantly so frightened that his legs went weak, hastily explaining.
"The Duke's Lady isn't a casual person, is she? She's someone with standing, so my guard wasn't that heavy. Thinking the commander wasn't in a good mood, I wanted her to chat with you, maybe your mood would improve."
What on earth had happened to provoke the commander to such anger?
"Remember this well: my private space, aside from my parents and my woman, no one else is allowed in without my permission. Dare to act on your own accord again, and bring your head when you meet me!" Ji Lingkong's dark, emotionless gaze was sharp and merciless, incredibly severe.
Jiang Yang's spine turned cold, realizing that he had violated his principle this time, not daring to say anything more, nodding quickly to promise he would never commit such a mistake again.
