Jiang Yichun's expression grew even colder, and a murderous aura emanated from him. The city officer's confidant, terrified, kept begging for mercy, saying, "I'm just a runner, I didn't do anything, I beg you to spare me, I have the elderly above and the young below..."
Before he could finish his plea, Jiang Yichun interrupted him, "What makes her think that with just a few officers, she could cripple my wife?"
Bai Ruozhu felt that Jiang Yichun had hit the nail on the head. Diao Mo wouldn't be unaware of the strength of their merchant team from Jin Wanliang.
The city officer's confidant shuddered with fear, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes, clearly regretting his words.
Princess Yingtong also perked up with interest, cracking her whip by his feet, "Speak quickly, or I won't be so polite next time."
The city officer's confidant, trembling, said, "No, no, I can't say it, if I do, Mrs. Diao Mo will kill me. I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"