Back at the camp.
Natasha tilted her head slightly to look at Feng Mountain, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"Feng, do you have a moment? We should coordinate the follow-up matters for buying the boat."
Feng Mountain gave a slight wave of his hand. His face was expressionless as he said calmly, "No, I'm heading to the tavern. I'll find you later."
With that, the two went their separate ways at the head of the bridge.
Once Feng Mountain was a good distance away, Natalia and Andrei quickly hurried forward.
Natalia's steps were especially urgent. Worry was written all over her face, her brows furrowed so tightly it looked like she could crush a fly between them.
When she got the call last night, she had been rolling in the sheets with Frank.
But when she learned that Her Highness wasn't returning to the cabin to rest, and was instead out with Feng Mountain, she froze completely.
