C40 Favourite Consort 10

Inside a room at the capital's relay station.

"Did she really say that?" Sima Ying asked, his face devoid of emotion as his fingers rhythmically tapped on the desk before him.

Wang stood to the side, his gaze intensely fixed on his master.

He had relayed Fengye's words verbatim: "Xiaohuan might have been found out." Fengye was unyielding, offering no chance for explanation