"Of course, there is one thing you can rest assured about: regarding you and Shou Zhuo, whether or not you have feelings for him, I promise I will not pry into it again."
"Not only that—if you truly wish to marry into the Feng Clan, I will personally arrange your wedding."
Seeing that she remained silent, Feng Xiu spoke again in a gentler tone.
The moment those words were spoken, it was like administering a potent medicine; the scales in the woman's heart instantly tipped.
"Three."
"Including you?"
Su Wantang nodded lightly. After a brief pause, she said, "Master refuses to come out. The three of us decided to make our move on the day the gates open."
As she spoke, Su Wantang glanced at Feng Xiu, as though some difficult words were still brewing on her lips.
"So the first thing it will do after coming out is kill me?" Feng Xiu asked calmly.
"No. Brother Zhuo."
Feng Xiu understood. Li Xuanshuang and Su Wantang belonged to the same organization. Since Li Xuanshuang had not been sealed away by someone else—
then there was no question of the Sweet Dew Grand Festival ruining the plan.
However, that was only where Li Xuanshuang was concerned. The so-called ruined plan Jin Mu had mentioned was actually related to Iron Sword from the Demon God Palace?
"What do you intend to do, then?" Feng Xiu frowned.
A firmness shone through Su Wantang's gentle gaze. "I will plead with Master. Master will spare Brother Zhuo, and spare you as well."
"You truly believe that? What if it insists on killing me?"
"It won't! Master isn't that kind of person!"
Su Wantang became even more convinced, her words utterly resolute.
Feng Xiu shook his head. Su Wantang had not answered the real question.
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