C917 Recognition

Feng Ye slowly walked over. His deep eyes exuded a cold aura, and his surroundings were filled with a baleful aura.

"Eighth Prince, your bodyguard is openly drawing the sword of my maid on True Sun Street. I wonder what eighth prince's intentions are?" Lian Ruyue coldly asked.

Feng Ye's sharp gaze fell on Wu Qiao as he asked, "This prince has seen Princess Heng's maid before