As night fell, the sky turned dark and thick.
By midnight, every household had turned off their lights and fallen asleep.
Feng Fuce and Liu Jiru were heading toward the home of the Third Old Lady.
Zhi'er originally wanted to tag along, but Feng Fuce sent her back to the palace to rest.
He told her he would give her the results directly the next day.
Liu Jiru coughed lightly all the way, holding a bulging bundle in his arms.
It seemed to be filled with a lot of silver.
Feng Fuce, beside him, barely spoke to him.
Liu Jiru was puzzled.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did the Marquis save me and is even willing to help me?"
Feng Fuce glanced at him coldly.
"Directed by someone," he said.
Liu Jiru was surprised: "Who?"
In this world, aside from the Emperor and the Princess, who else could command Marquis Wan?
The next second, Feng Fuce said: "The Princess."
Liu Jiru was thoroughly shocked.
