Yuan Liangping turned around in horror.
Wei Dairong produced two banknotes from somewhere, pinching a corner between her slender, fair fingers and giving them a gentle wave. "Husband, were you looking for these?"
Yuan Liangping swallowed, inwardly cursing nonstop.
Which bastard got hold of the banknotes and didn't hand them straight to me, but actually went to the trouble of delivering them to my house?!
Revenge! This was naked revenge!
The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his ear-
"Stashing money behind my back, were you? Planning to feast your heart out on Snack Street, were you?!"
Yuan Liangping's voice was weak. "Wife, m-mercy..."
The imperial court was especially harmonious that day.
After several routine rounds of reports, an eerie silence settled over the hall.
Several ministers stared fervently at the little figure on the Golden Terrace. Their unwavering gazes made even Jiang Yingcheng shudder.
[Th-there's murderous intent!!]
Jiang Yingcheng suddenly sat bolt upright and nervously scanned her surroundings.
The men who had been staring at Her Little Highness froze, then followed her gaze from the rafters to the vases, and from the vases to the windows. By the time they finished looking around, they were more baffled than ever.
Where was the assassin?
Jiang Yingcheng was puzzled too. [How strange. I clearly felt someone staring at me. Why did it suddenly disappear?!]
The military generals who had been staring at her: "..."
So she meant them!
They felt wronged.
How did their eyes have any murderous intent?!
They were only wondering how to lure Her Little Highness to their residences so they could ask for more information about their missions!
Kan Ruifeng gave a light cough, urging them to hurry up and act.
Lei Zhixin shifted his foot slightly. "This subject..."
"This subject has an important matter