Feng Zhiwei looked down at herself - mud still clung to her clothes, and green grass stained her hands and clothes. Only the pinnacle of fools would believe that Ning Yi did not immediately recognize her.
Of course, Ning Yi could only identify her as the escaped interloper, and still did not know her real identity. No matter how impressive Ning Yi was, he could not see through the skin mask and see her real face.
Feng Zhiwei breathed deeply and then smiled faintly, bowing. "Your Excellency Prince Chu? It would be an honor to accompany you."
Surprise flashed through Ning Yi's eyes, and his heart twitched. Somehow, this strange young man with such an extraordinary getup seemed familiar, but with all the worries weighing him down, he quickly put the matter to the side. He laughed secretly at this young man's daring, and wondered where he got his guts from.
