Feng Jinyan clenched his fists until his sharp nails pierced his palms, drawing drops of golden imperial blood.
" Why do I feel… It must be that bastard! Yes! That arrogance! That presence!!"
Old Wuya instantly understood, " Do you mean… the one Princess wanted to marry? Rest assured, My lord. I will go and investigate it."
Feng Jinyan gritted his teeth, "Good! Find him! It doesn't matter if he is the culprit or not! Rip off his limbs and bring him before me! I will peel off his skin layer by layer with my own hands!"
*FLAP! FLAP!*
Right at that moment, a pale green paper crane glided into the courtyard, dropping cleanly into Old Wuya's palm.
Old Wuya unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the runic message. In an instant, his face drained of all color.
"What does it say?" Feng Jinyan barked impatiently.
