Ling Hua's face was still stricken with fear, seemingly petrified.
Yan Qing stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground and demanded, "How could you have fallen from the second floor?"
Ling Hua dazedly looked at the tall horse whose leg had been broken, then turned to look at Yan Qing, her eyes suddenly reddening as she threw her arms around Yan Qing's neck, filled with anger and hatred as if having narrowly escaped death, "That bastard Black Thirteen, he wants me crippled! I wondered why he hadn't been causing trouble with my Grain Transport Service recently--turns out he personally came to the Capital to kill me."
Her soft body and arms clung tightly to his neck, her body still shaking violently. Yan Qing had never been treated this way and in an instant, became unbearable stiff, unable to move his hands or feet.