"Heart of a six-winged angel?"
It possessed an immensely powerful holy light. Zhao Fu could clearly sense it, and the Heavenly Demon Sword hanging at his waist conveyed an intense feeling of disgust as well. Angels and demons had been natural enemies since birth. For the Heavenly Demon's power to provoke such revulsion from her was enough to prove how powerful this heart was.
For the time being, Zhao Fu could not think of any use for the heart, so he put it away first and decided to see where it might be useful later.
Returning his consciousness to the real world, Zhao Fu summoned a bodyguard and told him to inform the various family heads that he had awakened and was ready to discuss matters. The bodyguard nodded and was about to turn and leave.
"Zhao Fu, you bastard, let me in already!" A shout suddenly rang out from beyond the door.
Zhao Fu frowned slightly, having recognized the owner of that voice as Feng Shiyu. The bodyguard looked to Zhao Fu, who nodded, granting her permission to enter.
The bodyguard left, and Feng Shiyu immediately rushed inside. She glared angrily at Zhao Fu. "You already know who I am. I'm the Imperial Prince's woman—why do I still need your permission just to come in? Aren't you afraid the Imperial Prince will punish you?"
Zhao Fu rolled his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, you can leave. Several Ying Family heads will be coming shortly to discuss important matters."
Dissatisfied, Feng Shiyu gave a cold snort. However, she understood that time was short and asked, "The Imperial Prince is all right now, isn't he? He wasn't injured or anything?"
Zhao Fu was somewhat surprised that she was asking about this. He