At this moment, Feng Wumian slightly squinted his eyes.
In those half-closed eyes of his,
it seemed as if a myriad of thoughts and a trace of cold expression were incessantly churning.
Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family.
This was merely a sharp dagger in his hand.
A sharp dagger aimed at the Luo Family.
Just a tool that could be discarded at will once used.
And now, such a tool,
had come to ask him such a question.
This caused Feng Wumian's mood to suddenly become somewhat less than pleasant.
"Xunyang Prefecture Ke Family came to inquire."
"So, have you given an answer?"
Feng Wumian silently observed Zhong Yu, who stood before him with a bent waist, lowered head, and a face full of respectful expression.
His expression was calm as he asked in a low voice.
Inside the grand hall, Zhong Yu quickly shook his head: "Your Majesty has not yet spoken, so this subject doesn't dare to respond rashly..."
Receiving this answer,
on that unchanging calm face of Feng Wumian's,
