cold clothes

It was already noon, and everyone in Fengxianglou packed up their belongings and left. All the gold and silver treasures in Fengxianglou's public accounts had long been moved out, so Fengxianglou was now completely empty.

The officials had been waiting impatiently for a long time, so they immediately summoned laborers to demolish the building. The first thing to be demolished was the plaque of Fengxiang Tower. With a dull thud, the plaque was thrown heavily to the ground.

Watching this scene from the restaurant, Leng Yi's dark eyes gradually regained their luster, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

This wretched place is really going to be gone... She almost burst out laughing inside.

The Fengxiang Pavilion that buried Yunmei and Wuxue... the Fengxiang Pavilion that tortured her to death... witnessing the destruction of this cannibalistic den of demons gives me a sense of comfort for the spirits of Yunmei and Wuxue in heaven.

Leng Yi looked up at the snowflakes falling from the gray sky, her eyes filled with a touch of nostalgia.

Wu Xue, are you watching too?

Before long, the magnificent high-rise building collapsed in the hands of the workers, and the number one brothel in Beijing, which had stood for more than 20 years, was completely wiped out from the world.

On the second floor of Zuiyuxuan, Xia Hua's pupils constricted the moment she saw the Fengxianglou signboard collapse. Clutching her chest, she ran out as if fleeing. Weifeng stood there stunned for a few seconds before following her. Nongyue's face remained expressionless. She knew that the collapse of Fengxianglou only meant that Mama Hu had failed; it didn't mean the Xie family had failed, nor did it mean that revenge had failed.

A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on; she has someone more worthy to follow.

Nongyue heard steady footsteps behind her. The person stood beside her, and Nongyue turned her head to look into those deep, dark eyes.

After being stared at for a while, Zhao Yin gave her a calm, indifferent look, which only conveyed a questioning tone.

"Mother Hu has failed. Will you lead us to a successful revenge?" Nongyue asked solemnly.

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhao Yin's eyes as he looked at her. He first looked away and gazed out the window, then said in a young but cold voice, "Try to live to the end and see that day."

Nongyue could hear the contempt and arrogance in Zhao Yin's words. She bit her lip, bowed, and said, "Nongyue is at Your Highness's disposal."

Zhao Yin smiled without saying a word, his gaze shifting from the window to the side where Leng Yi was not far away.

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"Miss, it's time for your lunch."

"Yes, Ningbi, you should eat something."

Leng Yi casually ordered some dishes at the restaurant.

"Miss, it's getting late, we should head back."

“Ningbi…”

Leng Yi frowned slightly, displeased, and told Hong E and Ling Cao to go back on their own. After that, Hong E and Ling Cao dared not say another word.

Hong'e had always found Miss Ningbi to be quite...strange, and now that she could watch Fengxiang Tower being demolished for hours, as if it were a child watching ants moving house, this feeling grew even stronger. She seemed to harbor a very deep hatred for Fengxiang Tower...and her master had told her that the more ambitious a woman is, the more she will hate.

Miss Ningbi doesn't seem to be just a pretty face.

Is this kind of woman really no threat to His Highness?

It seems we need to get rid of her quickly... Even if she's beautiful, that beauty is enough to be a threat.

As dusk settled, the onlookers on Yuhua Street gradually dispersed, and a carriage, shrouded in the twilight, slowly drove toward the ruins of Fengxiang Tower.

Hong'e noticed the carriage first and exclaimed happily, "Miss, look! It's His Highness's carriage!"

Leng Yi's heart stirred slightly as she looked over. A tall figure stepped down from the carriage and looked up to meet Leng Yi's gaze.