Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,The little servant was indignant, and Xiao Quan's eyes grew cold when he heard it. He let out a cold snort.,He shouted, "Empty words! A mere poor scholar like you, to be my Qin family's son-in-law is pure luck! What are you putting on a show for"。