Yue Congyun had nothing but scorn for what Qu Shao said. "How old are you?"

Qu Shao was taken aback. He couldn't see why she'd ask, but he answered anyway. "I'm thirty-four."

Yue Congyun sneered. "What have you been eating to stay alive this long... It can't be shit, can it?"

Qu Shao's face darkened. He was getting angry.

Yue Congyun kept at him. "If it is, then it's no wonder you can say something so stupid.

If it isn't, then all I can say is you were born low, a white-eyed wolf that could never be tamed.

Men like you have big ambitions and small talents, and you're arrogant and full of yourselves... The moment anything goes wrong, you blame Heaven and earth and everyone else. Get to the root of it, though, and the real problem is that you come from bad stock."

Qu Shao's face went livid, and his eyes turned vicious.

Yue Congyun gave a cold laugh. "Someone! Bring me my spear!"

"Yes, General!"

At the booming reply, a burly soldier brought in Yue Congyun's silver spear.

She gripped it and pointed it at Qu Shao. "What I hate most in this life is your kind of animal: a traitor who bites the hand that feeds him, deals with the enemy and betrays his country, lower than a pig or a dog.

Today you dared come into the southern frontier camp to wag your tongue and stir up a revolt. This general will have your head and put it on display for three days, so every other animal like you can see what happens to traitors."

With that, the spear flashed toward Qu Shao, whistling through the air.

Qu Shao went white and scrambled backward in terror.

But Yue Congyun's spear was too fast.

Qu Shao felt death coming for him. His legs gave way, and he sat down hard on the floor... and by sheer luck the thrust missed him.

Yue Congyun drew the spear back and thrust again.

Qu Shao was frightened out of his wits. I'm done for!

He'd thought that with his…