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Feng Hengzhi's face immediately turned even colder, and his aura seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

The two men turned to the side unintentionally, and instantly realized what they had said, immediately changing their tune, "But compared to you, Boss Feng, we're still far behind."

The two men were all smiles, which made the girls below swoon.

The two exchanged a glance and silently looked away, forgetting that the person in front of them disliked Sang Luan the most.

"But why is she not at home at this hour? What is she doing at the teahouse?"

The man in the blue shirt asked in confusion.

At this moment, the sunlight was beginning to show its first rays, and by sheer coincidence, a ray shone on Sang Luan's hair, giving her a radiant glow.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly with her movements, and she radiated a bright sunlight. Her usually alluring face appeared much more serene at this moment.

Feng Hengzhi paused slightly, his gaze involuntarily lingering on the person in that direction.

"Will the person we're waiting for show up?" Zhuo Jing asked with some doubt. He pulled his shirt in a little tighter, raised his hand and waved to the people below, a broad smile on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, another commotion broke out below.

The man to Feng Hengzhi's left couldn't help but twitch his lips. "I'm telling you, Zhuo Laosan, can't you be a little more discreet?"

Zhuo Jing raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, and continued waving, "There's nothing I can do, it's just that I'm too charming."

Feng Hengzhi coughed lightly, then glanced at him sideways without making a sound. Zhuo Jing immediately became obedient, withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and said seriously, "Let's catch the person first."

At the palace banquet a few days ago, all of Fushengxian's assassins confessed that these people had been trying to overthrow the emperor and take his place ever since the new emperor ascended the throne.

The series of actions appeared meticulously planned, but in reality, they were full of flaws.

They spent a full forty-nine days devising this assassination plan.

The assassins were not only those present at the palace banquet; there were also accomplices outside.

They had already captured them all, but at the crucial moment, one of them slipped away.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, the task naturally fell to Feng Hengzhi.

Feng Hengzhi silently withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.

Zhuo Jing exclaimed, his eyes widening, and suddenly pointed to a spot downstairs, "Look, doesn't that person look like the one who slipped away that day?"

The group turned their heads in unison and saw a man wearing a straw hat, his face completely covered, who then entered the shop in front of them.

"He went to Tianxiang Tower." Zhuo Jing's pupils widened suddenly. "I hope your man isn't in trouble?"

Feng Hengzhi corrected him coldly, "She is not, and I have no interest in her affairs."

Zhuo Jing touched his nose guiltily, and when his gaze met Nie Zhiyang's gloating eyes, he wanted nothing more than to punch him.

"Then let's..."

As soon as Zhuo Jing turned around, he saw Feng Hengzhi suddenly spin around from the pavilion and land steadily on the ground in the next instant.

"Why not just walk the proper path instead of playing around like this?" He opened his mouth slightly, pointing a finger at Feng Hengzhi's back. "Also, didn't he say he didn't care about other people's affairs?"

Nie Zhiyang spread his hands and shrugged helplessly, "Who knows?"

Before Zhuo Jing could reply, he imitated Feng Hengzhi, spun around and descended from the pavilion. After landing steadily, he flipped his wrist and a jade fan appeared in his hand.

With a "whoosh," the fan suddenly opened, and he gently fanned himself in front of him. He looked up at Zhuo Jing and said loudly, "I'll go first."

Zhuo Jing clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath, and then quickly followed.

He had just leaned forward when he felt a wave of dizziness. He quickly took a step back, clutched his chest, and closed his eyes for a moment. "I'll take the sloping steps instead."

Inside private room number one of Tianxianglou.

Sang Luan frowned slightly, looked around, and looked puzzled.

In an instant, he silently shrank back.

Meng Youning couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Sang Luan shook her head. "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I have a feeling that someone is watching us."

Meng Youning peeked out, looked around, and then sat back down in her seat. "No."

She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a handkerchief containing something, then handed it to Sang Luan, saying, "The jade pendant is ready."

Sang Luan lowered her eyes, completely concealing her thoughts, but a look of obvious delight appeared on her face as she quickly picked it up and examined it closely.

You really can't see a single crack.

"I knew you could do it." She silently put the jade pendant away. "This jade pendant can definitely be exchanged for a lot of money, but it's a pity I can't have my eye on it. Otherwise, given Feng Hengzhi's crazy personality, he would really strangle me to death."

Meng Youning's eyes were filled with complex emotions. She nodded in deep agreement, "If you want to live, you have to stay away from Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran."

Suddenly, a rapid knocking sounded at the door, and the two of them looked out at the same time.

Sang Luan straightened her expression, packed up her things, and immediately stood up.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Po rushed in through the door, quickly nodded to Meng You Ning, and then looked at Sang Luan and said urgently, "Miss, I heard that a fugitive got into a fight with other guests downstairs."

She swallowed hard, her face showing great anxiety.

Sang Luan and Meng Youning breathed a sigh of relief and were about to sit down when they heard Yu Po suddenly exclaim, "The Grand Secretary has arrived!"

“It’s just the first…” Sang Luan slowly sat down, subconsciously repeating the sentence, and immediately spat out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk, her pupils widening slightly, “You mean Feng Hengzhi is here?”

Yu Po nodded heavily.

Sang Luan immediately stood up straight, stepped forward, grabbed Meng Youning's arm, and the two quickly left the private room.

At this moment, there weren't many people inside Tianxiang Tower, and no one noticed the commotion.

Sang Luan nudged Meng Youning, "Quick, quick, hide! You absolutely can't let Feng Hengzhi see the two of us together."

Yu Po pursed her lips, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Has the hatred between the young lady and the crown prince's wife reached the point where they have to hurl insults at each other in a private room?

Meng Youning quickly lifted her dress and went into the private room next door. Sang Luan, with her back to the stairs, straightened her clothes again and asked, "Why did that person suddenly come?"

Just as Yu Po was about to speak, her pupils suddenly widened, her gaze fixed on Sang Luan's back, her lips slightly parted.

Yu Po looks like this...

Sang Luan narrowed her eyes, a sense of foreboding washing over her, and abruptly turned around.

Sure enough, they ran into Feng Hengzhi, who had a cold expression on his face.

Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang exchanged a glance and silently took a step back.

This young lady from the Sang family is quite amusing. In public, she calls Feng Laoda "brother," but in private, she's just...so-so.

Sang Luan stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Feng Hengzhi, her voice drawn out, "Brother Hengzhi, what brings you here?"

The two people standing nearby immediately shivered, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

Yu Po quickly realized what was happening, silently stood beside Sang Luan, and bowed to Feng Hengzhi.

At the same time, not far from the group, a person who was wrapped up tightly gripped something in his hand and stared at Sang Luan with a sinister gaze.