Yun Shangshu took the booklet, slowly opened it, and read through its contents at a glance, showing only a hint of anger in his eyes, with no other expression.
He trusted Ying Shisan's abilities, and he also trusted the intelligence from Feige Sect.
So this news definitely couldn't be false.
He just hadn't expected that the people around him would be playing so many tricks behind his back.
Yun Shangshu's perfect face was coated with a thin layer of frost, making people reluctant to approach.
Ling Rong, coming in behind him, also felt his coldness.
"Prince, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Rong asked worriedly, putting down the vegetarian meal.
His complexion didn't look good.
Yun Shangshu leaned diagonally on the bed, looking at her lightly, and said, "Let's return to the manor tomorrow."
"But your wound..."
"It's healed."
