"Grand Commander..."
Meng Qianqian hesitated, as though she wanted to say something but stopped.
Lu Yuan cast a chilly glance at her. "What? Thinking of reneging?"
Meng Qianqian asked, "Why didn't the Grand Commander dodge?"
Lu Yuan replied with a frosty tone, "Would this Commander deign to dodge a mere iron rod?"
Meng Qianqian envisioned a scene where Lu Yuan was panicked, shouting for help and scurrying to evade. That indeed... would have seemed undignified.
"Your martial arts are unparalleled—how could a simple iron rod harm you? And where was Yu Zichuan? Where was Lord Shangguan? And the Jinyi Guard?"
Meng Qianqian fired off a series of soul-searching questions.
Lu Yuan, leafing through the marriage contract, said indifferently, "Even the most skilled can slip, just as a horse can stumble."
Meng Qianqian muttered, "Horses may stumble, but when do a whole herd stumble at once?"
Lu Yuan's voice turned icy. "Say that again."
