Ji Feihua said coldly, "Could it be that Hu Xiaotian has something on you, leaving you no choice but to do this?"
A chill ran through Lin Wan's heart. Ji Feihua's intelligence bordered on the uncanny; deceiving his eyes would hardly be easy. She sighed again. "Eunuch Hu is your favorite, and you treat him like a brother. No one else can compare to that bond." As she spoke, a sour pang of jealousy stirred within her.
Ji Feihua said, "Hu Xiaotian has one virtue: he knows how to keep to his proper place. He understands perfectly well what he should and shouldn't do."
How could Lin Wan fail to hear the veiled barb? Her eyes shifted as she said, "It seems you're angry with me, Governor. But from beginning to end, I've done nothing to wrong you." This was the first time she had invoked her status as a consort before Ji Feihua in private.
Ji Feihua's pupils abruptly contracted, and a piercing murderous aura spread around him. Standing so close, Lin Wan could naturally feel that sinister chill. Forcing herself to remain composed, she bit her lip and said, "I've received word that Mr. Hong has already arrived in the Kang Capital."
Ji Feihua's expression remained as unruffled as the water in an ancient well. The news seemed to have stirred nothing in him.
Lin Wan asked, "Aren't you worried?"
"Worried about what?"
"Hong Beimo comes with ill intent. He's determined to help the old man reclaim the throne. He must have made thorough preparations before coming here."
A mocking smile touched Ji Feihua's lips. "Preparations for what? He's nothing but a homeless cur. Do you think I'm afraid he'll bite me?"
Watching Ji Feihua's disdain for all beneath heaven, Lin Wan felt another indescribable emotion rise within