"Ye Lingyue, don't get too smug, this matter is far from over." Hong Fang's tiger eyes narrowed, a blood-red glow flickered, and an aura of ferocity emanated from him.
For the first time in his life, Hong Fang had suffered such a great loss, and to a young girl the same age as his own daughter no less. How could Hong Fang be willing to let it go?
But ultimately, as an elder who had long made a name for himself, Hong Fang would certainly not resort to violence in public. Just then, Lan Yingwu also appeared. Hong Fang flicked his sleeve and left with a belly full of fire.
"Ling Yue, what exactly is going on? How did you discover the Crown Prince's other residence, and where did that phoenix go?" Lan Yingwu's face was full of confusion.
"General Lan, we have to start from the beginning." The Sixth Prince spoke up with a cheerful laugh as he stepped forward.
With him was Yan Che, with Little Wuya in his arms.
