The following day was brilliantly clear, and Feng Yun prepared to visit the jail within the prefectural government.
She had few dependable people by her side, and she certainly had to accept Pei Jue's favor.
But...
Many of the old servants in the residence from her previous life had died early, and their appearances and names had become blurry in her memory, let alone remembering their integrity and which could be of use to her, and which were the accomplices of the Chen Family...
"Let's see how it goes," Feng Yun thought, and had Xiaoman help her with her makeup.
The day she left home, she dressed plainly, but today, feeling cheerful, she changed into a straight-collared deep garment, an elegant, chick-colored flowing immortal skirt, and the temperament and charm of an Aristocratic Family's noble daughter blossomed forth.
Outside Meixiang Pavilion, Ao Qi was waiting.
Watching the approaching lady, his breathing involuntarily tightened.
