Wei Zheng clenched his teeth in secret, fuming with rage.
Was this merely a case of incompetence?
The evidence had been thrown in the Empress Dowager's face, yet she was still covering for this pretty boy.
It was simply because he had a face that resembled Pei Jue.
Wei Zheng returned to his residence with a heart full of suppressed anger.
As soon as he took off his shoes and crossed his legs on the couch, after gulping down half a belly of cold tea, he began to furiously curse in front of Luo Yue.
Ever since he returned from Huaxi Village, Luo Yue's room had become his venting ground.
This woman might not have any real abilities, but she had a mouthful of words that could smooth his ruffled feathers, as well as a bagful of bedroom tricks to help him release his anger.
At this moment, Wei Zheng was quite fond of Luo Yue.
Or perhaps it would be better to say, he trusted her.
He would say things in front of Luo Yue that he wouldn't dare speak of outside.
