Feng Yun said, "I didn't see anything."
Xiaoman: ...
Feng Yun, accompanied by her maidservant, waited a long time in the original spot. When Feng Jingteng, soaking wet, was dragged back by two guards to the flower hall, she then quickened her pace and entered.
"Father..."
In front of Pei Jue, she had to play the role of the aggrieved, filial daughter to perfection.
"What happened to you..."
Before she could finish, she covered her mouth and nose.
"How foul. What happened here?"
Jiu You glanced awkwardly at the general, then helped the shivering Feng Jingteng up.
"The master had a mishap while relieving himself in his drunken state and unfortunately fell into the privy..."
Feng Yun's face turned ashen.
Her words had indeed become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
She really had fallen into a dung pit.
