Disgrace, indeed a great humiliation.
General Zhan BeiAo's face turned ashen, the rage in his eyes almost bursting forth. If looks could kill, the young girl sitting casually on a dead tree would have died a thousand times over.
Princess Sha Fei was in dire straits, hanging beneath the tree with blood stains on her limbs and her palace gown disheveled, long lost was her former appearance as a noble concubine.
She was bound with strange threads, akin to a mosquito caught in a spider's web.
"Who are you? You've got some nerve, kidnapping a noble concubine, endangering the heir, such crimes warrant a thousand deaths," hiding an affair in front of his subordinates would not leave anyone's complexion looking good, General Zhan BeiAo struggled to restrain himself from killing the girl immediately.
"Not a bad cultivation, just not very bright. The saying 'simple-minded with developed limbs' certainly applies to you," Yue Jinghua glanced at General Zhan BeiAo.
