Once Murong Qiqi had gone to bed, Feng Cang went to his study.
"Ruyi, during my wedding, the security of the Royal Mansion is in your hands! Make sure to guard it tightly for me, not even allowing a single fly to enter! Nalan Xin, have the Fosheng Sect's men monitor all suspicious people in the Capital City, and execute them on the spot if caught! Jixiang, take my Tiger Seal and have the Hawk-Riding Army on standby!"
One after another, three orders made Jixiang, Ruyi, and Nalan Xin realize the seriousness of the situation. For a moment, the atmosphere became tense.
Feng Cang's dark eyes shimmered with a cold light. Who was that man in black just now? What was his purpose in coming to the Royal Mansion? Why was he so familiar with the mansion? Could he be Wanyan Lie's man? Countless questions arose in Feng Cang's mind, and finding no answers only made him more uneasy.
