Very quickly, the gates were flung open and a green-robed, middle aged man walked out alongside a group of assistant officials. The man was white faced and clean shaven with a tiny tuft of beard, and he smiled as he called out: "I had no idea the Hu Zhuo Prince was coming or else I would have welcomed you at the gates! Forgive my sin!"
Feng Zhiwei smiled as she met the man, examining the comely face of the most powerful man in Longxi. Those soft hands were the ones that had commissioned their portraits? That ordinary mouth had hoped to devour two Imperial Envoys? The son of the reigning Emperor?
As she looked up at the cause of her suffering, the instigator of Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi's near death, Feng Zhiwei's smile widened in happy friendliness.
