Feng Wu's elimination would be great news to Mu Yaoyao.
At that thought, Mu Yaoyao decided to twist the knife. She cried out with an affected air, "Oh god! Feng Wu, what are you doing? And why is the sacred son half-naked? Don't you feel cold?"
The crowd had been following the crown prince with their eyes, but upon hearing Mu Yaoyao's words —
Whoosh —
Instantly, almost all eyes were on Feng Wu and Yu Mingye!
And all eyes widened in astonishment!
They saw the tent that had been kicked away as well.
All evidence pointed to one possibility.
Feng Wu frowned.
Of course Mu Yaoyao would make good use of this opportunity to defame Feng Wu.
"Oh my! Feng Wu! You and the sacred son…"
People had been guessing before, but they only began to speak their minds after Mu Yaoyao's words.
Mu Yaoyao wasn't the only one who thought that way.
Feng Xun was no fool. He knew what Mu Yaoyao was getting at.
