There was one more thing: the people of Illusion City still knew nothing about Feiye's crimes, so all remained calm at the National Preceptor's Residence for now.
But that was only temporary. News of what Feiye had done would probably reach the Capital soon.
When that happened, Qi Yanzhen would surely sacrifice a rook to save the king to silence the wagging tongues. He would pin everything on Feiye and claim that Feiye had deceived him too.
Qi Yanzhen would definitely confiscate the National Preceptor's Residence.
The National Preceptor's Residence surely held plenty of riches. She absolutely could not let Qi Yanzhen reap the benefits.
Tonight, she would go zero-cost shopping and empty the National Preceptor's Residence. When Feiye returned and saw it all, he would probably fall apart completely!
Feiye probably would not be the only one to fall apart. When Qi Yanzhen learned that the duck already at his lips had flown away, he would surely be furious enough to die.
At the thought, Song Yaoyao could not help laughing aloud before gradually drifting off to sleep.
The night was dark and the wind high-the perfect time to stir up trouble.
The National Preceptor's Residence presumably had plenty of guards and shadow guards. If they went straight there, those experts could easily discover them.
So Song Yaoyao did not plan to approach the National Preceptor's Residence directly.
Song Qinghui and Liu Zheheng had already changed into night gear. They looked at Song Yaoyao, who was still wearing her everyday clothes.
Song Qinghui asked in confusion:
"Yaoyao, why haven't you changed yet? Didn't we agree to go to the National Preceptor's Residence tonight?"
"Second Brother, be patient! Hear me out..."
Song Yaoyao then explained her concerns.
Song Qinghui scratched his head and asked:
"That's true.
"Yaoyao, what should we