Noble Consort Dugu waved her hand dismissively.
"Watch your mouth, I need you to put Chu City's taverns and tea houses in order in the shortest time possible. I will contact you later. Other than me and you, the matters we discuss are not to be disclosed to anyone, including your father Feng Zhanlian. Otherwise, I will make sure that not a single soul is left in the Feng Mansion."
When Feng Zhao'an stepped out of the Imperial Palace, his expression was still somewhat bewildered. Noble Consort Dugu's words sounded profoundly meaningful, and he didn't know why she had sought him out. He always felt Noble Consort Dugu had an indescribable closeness to the Feng Mansion, yet this closeness carried a complexity of emotions. Could it be that Noble Consort Dugu had some unknown connection to the Feng Mansion?
Feng Zhao'an muttered to himself.
