C297 Chapter 297

So who were these assassins fighting?

It was pretty obvious—most likely Feng Aoyi and Xuanyuan Pulao.

For a moment, Tang Yao’s vision swam. Feng Aoyi was already sick, barely hanging on by sheer inner strength. Once that ran out, that would be the end. And Xuanyuan Pulao was even more fragile. If anything happened to her, Emperor Feng would never forgive Tang Yao—the one who’d vouched for her