He released Liu Jiru and gave him a cold glance.
"Be careful on your way back, you might not be so lucky next time."
After Feng Fuce finished speaking, he turned to leave.
Liu Jiru suddenly spoke up: "Marquis Wan, thank you!"
Feng Fuce paused his steps.
He slightly turned his gaze: "You recognize me?"
They had never met before.
Liu Jiru nodded and pointed at the Asura pattern on Feng Fuce's collar.
Throughout Great Chu, only Marquis Wan used such a design.
Feng Fuce acknowledged this and didn't intend to say much.
But Liu Jiru said: "Marquis, there's something I'd like to ask for your help with."
"It's about the Princess's reputation, you'll definitely want to know."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, showing a trace of contemplation on his handsome, cold, fair face.
Bai Zhi'er was watching them from above.
Liu Jiru was indeed smart.
He revealed everything he had just seen and heard from Third Old Lady to Feng Fuce without reservation.
