'Is this a warning?'
Meng Jiuchang recalled the day's events, and his face turned pale with fright.
Ever since becoming the Emperor's Grand Steward, he had certainly grown used to being fawned over these past years...
Feng Yi ignored Meng Jiuchang and began to walk back. At a fork in the path, he paused. After a moment's consideration, he turned and headed in the direction of Wangyou Palace.
Meng Jiuchang: ...
He hurried to follow, not daring to utter a single word.
As he stepped through the gates of Wangyou Palace, he heard the sound of laughter from within. The Palace Attendant on duty was about to announce his arrival, but Feng Yi raised a hand to stop them.
The Palace Attendant hesitated, but ultimately did not dare to defy an imperial command, so they lowered their head and stood to one side.
