She started to make a scene. "I swear to the heavens! My family and I are all good, law-abiding citizens of Beili. I just helped you trick that chieftain, and now this? I never thought General Zhenbei would be this kind of person."
Ji Qingwu constricted her throat, her voice rising to a shrill pitch.
"Using me and then tossing me aside!"
The sudden, shrill sound pierced Wei Ting's ears, making his temple throb.
'How could this uncouth peasant woman be the one he held in his heart?'
'Her voice was gentle and melodious, nothing like this woman's piercing shriek.'
Wei Ting took a deep breath, pushing aside his unwelcome thoughts, and his expression darkened.
Just then, Ji Qingwu feigned terror, clutching her chest as she stumbled backward.
"You won't let me go, General. Could it be... could it be..."
Wei Ting immediately frowned. "Could it be what?"
Ji Qingwu cried, "General, you mustn't! I'm a married woman, with a family! I have seven children!"
