C358 Jia Ziyou

When he thought of this, Feng Yijun smiled proudly. He picked up the cup of wine on the table and looked at the guard kneeling on the ground. “Did you deliver the thing to the Duke of Tong?”

“Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The servant of Tong Jiantian carried the box into the room.” The guard looked proud and wretched. “I didn’t leave in a hurry as I was told by my master. I waited outside