Though Feng Xuan was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask more. He glanced at his master's attire at the moment, and thoughtfully stepped forward, "Master, shall I help you change clothes?"
Nangong Mo gave him a cold glance, ruthlessly rejecting his offer to serve.
"Where is the Princess?"
Feng Xuan: As soon as the Master wakes up, he immediately looks for the Princess. This is probably what people mean when they say one day apart feels like three years!
"Master, the Princess left the residence early this morning."
"Where did she go?"
"The Princess said she went to get a few nice outfits tailored for you, probably at Jinxiu Workshop or Zhiyi Pavilion."
Happy now? Feeling blessed?
But Feng Xuan didn't see any hint of joy or excitement on his master's face; rather, he saw Nangong Mo's brows furrowed, eyes flashing and changing, a chilling aura enveloping him.
"Master, you..."
