"Hmm? " Xia Ling sat up.
She knew that Feng Er had left, and she knew that he had returned.
But she did not expect him to take the initiative to look for her.
"The fourth prince will not be coming back tonight. He has agreed with the counselor that his secret guards will send him the broken silver tomorrow. He will pretend that he exchanged the broken silver from the City Bank and ask for credit from the master to deceive the master, " Feng Er said in a low voice, very awkward.
He was not a person who liked to talk, and he did not like to report to others.
The existence of the secret guards was a sword in the hands of high-ranking officials and nobles. No one would like a sword to have its own thoughts and influence the master's decisions.
However, Feng Er really could not stand the current situation Even if the Feng residence's secret managers found out about his actions and directly sent him to receive the ten thousand insect heart-rending punishment, he would not hesitate.
"thank you, I understand. " Xia Ling's eyes flashed.
Sima Zhao was not coming back tonight. This was really good news. This meant that she could deal with him for a day first.
"Master, the fourth prince is a wolf with wild ambitions. Why don't we return to the capital and completely crush his conspiracy? " Feng Er really did not understand Feng Yan.
Even if he suspected that Sima Zhao was not a good person, he should not have bet his life!
She had disappeared for only a day. With General Feng's strength, it was easy for him to block the news in the capital.
If she returned just like that, Feng Yan would still be the daughter of the general's residence. Her reputation would not be damaged in the slightest.
However, if this dragged on, she would have Sima Zhao watching her like a tiger watching its prey. The situation in the capital would be complicated.
If Feng Yan's disappearance was used by someone with ulterior motives, she would be extremely passive, and the entire general's mansion would be dragged down by her.
Even a three-year-old child could tell which was more important.
Hearing the worry in Feng Er's words, Xia Ling looked at the favorability rating rising above his head and knew that Feng Er was thinking about her.
Xia Ling knew everything he said, but her thoughts were different from Feng Er's.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything that will harm others and benefit myself. I have my own plans for Sima Zhao. " She could not reveal her plans to Feng Er, so she could only try to comfort him.
Feng Er fell silent.
"Yes, master. " He turned around to look at her, his gaze falling on her bright face. "Feng Er has crossed the line. "
His tone had returned to a cold one. Was it because he realized that he had cared too much about her, so he had drawn a new line with her and retreated from the place where he had crossed the line?
"You have done well. If there is any more movement, you can continue to report to me. " Xia Ling smiled, pretending that she knew nothing about Feng Er's psychological activities.
"Yes. " Feng Er became even more silent.
He felt as if he had punched an empty space. He returned to the tree and could not help but fly out. He found a tree nearby and slashed it with his sword.
The branches and leaves snapped in response. The moon hung high in the sky. The leaves beside him suddenly rang. He looked up at the moon. The clear moon in the sky was like Feng Yan's face peeking out of the window of the thatched cottage in the evening.
It was bright and beautiful.
"Feng Er. " It was as if her voice rang in his ears. Feng Er shook his head and threw away his misconception.
Feng Er felt that his heart was in a mess.
It was difficult to describe his feelings. Feng Yan had crossed the line first. She called him in and did not let Sima Zhao touch her ankle. He touched it and rubbed it.
He had done something even more intimate with her than her husband. If they were talking about ethics, he should have married her.
However, he was her secret guard. He had signed a death contract with the Feng residence. He was a shadow that was even lower than a servant. He did not even have a name.