His Taohua eyes brimmed not with amusement, but with blazing fury.
For the usually suave, unbridled, and romantic Grand Commandant Zhou to lose his composure and stamp his feet in anger was a rare sight indeed.
Liang Wan swept her gaze around, then lowered her eyes with a faint smile. "Grand Commandant Zhou, please mind your manners. I am now His Majesty's Left Consort. Tugging and pulling at me like this—are you trying to get yourself charged with defiling an imperial concubine?"
The man gripping her stiffened for a fraction of a second before releasing her with a clumsy, forceful shove.
Liang Wan's stomach was already churning. Caught off guard by the sudden, violent push, she lost her balance and pitched backward.
Zhou Yun was already being polite by not drawing his sword on her; pushing her down was nothing in comparison.
Just as she was about to hit the ground, a pair of strong arms firmly supported her lower back, pulling her upright.
