"Feng Shi Er Niang, you despicable woman, despicable woman!"
"Someone! Someone come! I want to see the Prince of Yonghuai, I want to see Pei Jue, I, I want to see my brother!"
As Feng Yun stepped out of the hall, she could still hear Li Sangruo's hysterical cries.
The two guards looked at her, hesitating to step forward and ask for instructions.
"Princess, what should we do?"
Feng Yun chuckled lightly, giving Xiaoman a look and spoke indifferently, "When her throat is hoarse from shouting, she'll stop. Don't worry."
Xiaoman slipped a few large coins their way.
"Brothers, have some drinks."
The guards were so flattered they nearly knelt down.
"This servant understands, understands."
-
Returning from Fangyun Hall, Feng Yun was in high spirits.
These past few days had been chaotic, and she hadn't had the chance to bath properly. Taking advantage of Pei Jue's absence, she indulged in a luxurious bath, and when she emerged, Xiaoman had already made the bed.
Soft and fragrant.
