Early in the morning, Feng Wuya, holding an Imperial Decree and with fury in his stride, pushed open the door to Long Xinghe's room.
The room was silent and still, the bedding perfectly tidy, as if no one had rested there at all the night before.
"Prince, the master is not here today," Jiang Tao hurried over from outside.
Seeing the Imperial Decree in Feng Wuya's hands, she seemed to understand something.
She said with a smile, "The master should still be in the palace at this time, the Emperor had called the master for a talk, and the master entered the palace last night."
"What does she mean by this?" Feng Wuya almost slammed the Imperial Decree into Jiang Tao's face.
However, Jiang Tao seemed to have anticipated his reaction, so her face remained calm and composed.
"Prince, it means exactly what it says," she stated blandly.
Feng Wuya's usual composure, no, rather his indifference, dissipated the moment he saw the Imperial Decree.
