"Damn it, Liu Lu, you have the nerve to bring this up? I was just about to settle accounts with you; you almost got me killed!" Brother Yue cursed on the other end of the line.
Liu Lu was confused, "Brother Yue, what do you mean?"
"Last night, I was just about to strip Mi Yao naked and enjoy her when suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open, and two men in black came in, picked up Mi Yao, and walked away. I tried to go after them, but a gun was immediately pointed at my forehead."
"A gun?" Liu Lu shivered.
In the Imperial Capital, only one kind of person is allowed to carry guns—soldiers.
Were those two men in black soldiers?
"Brother Yue, who were they, why did they take Mi Yao, and where did they take her?" Liu Lu quickly asked.
"Of course, I was curious about who was stealing my woman. So, I quietly followed those two men in black. I saw from a distance that they carried Mi Yao into a presidential suite. The entrance was swarming with men in black, lined up in two rows, all of them armed. If I hadn't run fast, I would probably have been shot to pieces!"
Liu Lu became even more confused. "Who was in that presidential suite?"
"Who knows! But with all that pomp, it could only be one person in the entire Imperial Capital."
"Who?"
"Feng Yueming," the voice on the other end lowered and uttered three words.
Liu Lu's mouth fell open in shock—Feng Yueming?
Feng Yueming had burst onto the public stage two years ago with an incredibly formidable presence. Rumors had it that he was the illegitimate son of the Feng Family, Zhengyu's half-brother from a different mother, recognized by the Feng Family only two years ago.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, in those two years, he had conquered neighboring countries with the Golden Hook and Iron Blood and had been personally awarded a medal by the President within just a year, earning his own independent unit.
In the Imperial Capital, the name Feng Yueming was synonymous with absolute power.
He was a legend.
Liu Lu was in shock. Feng Yueming?
Feng Yueming!
What was his relationship with Mi Yao?
Was the man in the presidential suite last night him?
"I got reliable information that Commander Feng returned to the country last night. The Imperial Capital is about to change," Brother Yue said fearfully and then hurriedly hung up.
"Hello, hello, Brother Yue..." Liu Lu listened to the busy tone, filled with questions.
Was the man who spent the night with Mi Yao actually Feng Yueming?
Just the thought of that possibility made Liu Lu feel like ants on a hot pan. What did Mi Yao have to deserve spending a spring night with Commander Feng?
Was she worthy?
Liu Lu remembered how, a year ago, she had also attended the day the President awarded the military badge to Feng Yueming. It was an unprecedented event. All the prominent ladies of the Imperial Capital had attended, everyone eager to catch a glimpse of the man bathed in the Golden Hook and Iron Blood. Because of her family's low status, she could only glimpse him from the back.
She saw him, standing tall on the stage, the man who was exactly one meter eighty-seven, dressed in military attire, the brilliant sunlight casting down on his handsome, exquisitely chiseled features.
She caught one glimpse of him in that crowd and could never forget it.
...
In the tea room, Mi Yao continued to boil water.
At that moment, footsteps echoed behind her—someone was approaching.
She turned around; it was Liu Chuan, her uncle.
Liu Chuan stood behind her, squinting those thieving eyes, leering at her tight, exquisite figure in the most vulgar way.