Tongxin's heart skipped a beat, his scalp suddenly tingling with an inexplicable numbness.
He immediately lowered his head.
"I dare not, sir!"
Xiang Ling, standing beside him, quietly covered her mouth with a giggle.
"Tongxin, the lord has rarely come out for a stroll, don't ruin his mood."
She knew about the backing of the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion, including Tongxin himself.
But since the misfortune didn't concern her, wasn't it better to watch the show from the side?
After all, on regular days, Tongxin frequently competed with her dream boat for business.
Seeing the Tianxiang National Beauty Pavilion in trouble now, she naturally gloated.
"That's fine." Zhang Rongfang nodded with satisfaction. "I don't care how the previous envoy handled things, but now that I'm in charge, the Golden Wing Pavilion of Wushan Prefecture should follow my rules."
Tongxin had no choice but to bow his hands.
"Yes."
