The news of the grand wedding spread to every corner of Bingzhou City. In the Camp Villa where Feng Yun lived, the faces of maids and guards were all visibly excited, except for her own, which remained unnervingly calm.
She hadn't spent a bit of energy on the wedding matters.
In just two short days, Feng Yun almost turned Bingzhou City upside down; even burrowing rats weren't as capable as her. She knew exactly how many pairs of underwear were in the homes of the wealthy gentry families.
Backed by the Great General, in the eyes of "two percent" of the population of Bingzhou City, there were only two words to describe her: witch.
"Doing evil, unacceptable by the secular world."
However, Feng Yun had offended the gentry but won over the commoners. The practice of distributing grain to stabilize public morale was something she had already done in Andu City before; she was well-versed and adept at it.
The loudspeakers were useful at this time.
