"Are you complimenting me or insulting me?" Zhangsun Wuji sat on top of a pillar in a palace hall and chuckled. "Actually, the main issue is that my lady is so worrisome. Everyone can only be more careful."
"How could this be…" Feng Jingfan suddenly turned back in mid-air. It was obvious that she was skillful, but her inner energy was lacking. After a while, her hair was disheveled, and sweat beads started to form from the extended period of using her inner energy.
Zhangsun Wuji did not bother looking at her, or even replying to her. It was Tang Yi Zhong, that chatterbox, that started rattling off his head. "Your Highness, since the Crown Prince and the rest knew that you are still alive, they definitely had to show you some care and concern. You may be in the Emperor's palace hall, but you still had to relay the message. The person who was doing this was your personal maid, Ming Ruo, ain't it? We didn't even have to look out for anyone else; just her."
