Li Hongzhao didn't say much to Sun Jiwei, only arranged for someone to escort him away.
With things as they were, Sun Jiwei was no longer suitable to stay here, it would only invite criticism.
The experts from the Military Suppression Department had already arrived outside, but were blocked by the Stepping Cloud Iron Cavalry.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at this group of Stepping Cloud Iron Cavalry, indifferent and detached, like emotionless machines.
He waved his hand, and Gao Lingfeng commanded the Military Suppression Department's people to retreat.
As Li Hongzhao walked out, she asked, "Mr. Su."
Su Qiuyan appeared by her side.
With a gentle press of his left palm against her left scented shoulder, he quickly dispelled the aura in her heart, and sighed, "What a Fourth Prince, truly extraordinary!"
"Are you asking about the Princely Heir's moves?"
"How did he do it exactly? I didn't see a thing, and couldn't sense it at all, it's too strange!"
She felt uneasy in her heart.
