Dongfang Li, from his higher vantage point, saw the crowded throng below, with undisguised arrogance in his eyes.
But as he saw the red lanterns in front of the Commandery Princess' Mansion, he couldn't help but grip his riding whip tighter.
"Feng Bailing, you will be the one to regret this in time. I truly wonder how that cripple will welcome you outside."
Dongfang Li felt annoyed in his heart.
He consoled himself by thinking that it wasn't regret he was feeling, but rather sympathy for Feng Bailing.
Since the other party was ungrateful, biting the hand that fed him, he couldn't be blamed for kicking him while he was down.
Dongfang Li's entourage, a large troop of horsemen, had blocked off the streets outside both the Commandery Princess' Mansion and Feng Mansion.
He sat on his horse without dismounting and greeted Feng Zhanlian and Aunt Xue, as well as Feng Zhan Tian and Madam Feng, who were outside the gates of Feng Mansion.
