The sky gradually darkened, and outside the Second Prince Mansion, the crowd surged.
The tightly closed vermillion doors opened, and Ying Zhi stepped out, his gaze sweeping around, skipping over the two useless young men, and landing on He Xuran.
"The Zhou family's rebellion case has troubled you these past few days."
He Xuran bowed respectfully: "I receive my salary from the Court, so it's my duty. It's not too much trouble."
Ning Yunling rolled his eyes, disdaining Ying Zhi's pretentious posture.
The steward brought the pork and rice powder forward.
Fu Meng, crouching, glanced at it, somewhat satisfied. Nobly lifting the meat with its paw facing up.
Seeing this, the steward quickly placed it back down and was about to retreat.
Fu Meng: ???
It widened its tiger eyes, feeling offended, and let out a fierce roar.
"Roar!"
The steward turned pale with fright: "This... this..."
Ning Yunling: "What's this and that."
