Feng Fuce slightly darkened his gaze.
After a moment, he spoke coldly, "What's scheduled for tomorrow during the day, for the Emperor and them?"
"Just like usual, the Emperor will take the Princess to offer sacrifices to the gods, praying for favorable weather and national prosperity and peace in the coming year," Chu Ping said.
Feng Fuce slowly nodded, "Alright, got it."
Then coming back, it's still in time.
Seeing Feng Fuce agreed, Chu Ping said, "I will gather my colleagues right away. How many people will you take this time?"
Feng Fuce thought for a moment and said gravely, "Take two squads, quick and decisive."
Chu Ping was stunned.
Is the Marquis in such a hurry?
It seems there are indeed other plans for Chinese New Year's Eve night.
One hour later.
Feng Fuce, riding a fierce horse, led two squads of Xiu Luo Envoys with evil ghost masks rapidly away from the Imperial City Gate.
Where their iron hooves tread, the common people avoided them, as if evading an Evil God.
