Xiang Ying raised her hand, her movements slow and deliberate. Embedded in her tied-up hair bun was a black jade hairpin that gently swayed with her movements.
"Lord Garrison Commander, if I didn't use those grains and medicinal herbs, how could I have treated your illness?"
"You should have told me about it. Now you've occupied my house, and with so many people coming in and out, it disrupts my life. I demand you move out within three days!"
Dark brilliance flowed in Xiang Ying's phoenix eyes as she chuckled with her red lips, calm and unruffled.
"Want us to leave? Fine, then regurgitate all the medicine you've swallowed."
"How dare you! Xiang Ying, remember I am the City Garrison Commander."
Xiang Ying suddenly slammed the table, startling the City Garrison Commander.
But she stood fierce and imposing, with the overwhelming presence of a superior.
