At this moment, Feng Xiaoran did not know that his herb had already been stolen by a bird.
He had the habit of taking medicinal baths, especially after autumn. For this reason, he specially built a large bathhouse and dug a small white jade bath.
He relaxed and soaked in the hot pool, fantasizing that Zhuge Qing would die in pain and that everything that was snatched away by Zhuge Qing would return to his hands.
No, it was more than that.
He would accept all the connections and forces that Zhuge Qing had accumulated over the years, including the Black Armored Army.
"I'm really looking forward to it."
… .
Su Xiaoxiao was waiting for news in Yuwen Xi's room.
The young Princess of Western Jin secretly pushed open the door and glanced in. "Qin Su."
"Little Princess." Su Xiaoxiao turned around and saw her.
The young Princess of Western Jin pushed the door open and gently closed it.
