Three days later, after Cao Yi was buried, a fierce wind howled and relentless rain poured down as if even the Heavens were weeping. Of course, after entering spring, rains in the Capital had gradually increased. After returning to Northern Cloud Residence from the public cemetery, Xiao Chuanqi and the others had just returned, having finally clarified the entire course of events over three days.
"How is it?" Ye Feng asked coldly, seated in front of the living room tea table.
Over these three days, he had been desperately suppressing his murderous intent, all to ensure that Lord Cao was properly laid to rest. Of course, during these three days, Ye Feng also knew that everyone in the nation was watching to see what he would do next.
Even as the incident fermented, by now everyone across the country had come to know of it, it could be said that the whole nation's citizens were paying attention to the direction this matter would take.
