The irritable Prince Kang Dynasty looked at Feng Fuce.
"Marquis Wan, what do you mean, could it be that Fanghua's husband is a ghost?"
Feng Fuce's face was cool and jade-like, calm and composed.
He pulled Bai Zhi'er to sit on a chair beside him.
"I didn't say her husband is a ghost." Feng Fuce slowly poured a cup of tea, giving it to Bai Zhi'er first.
"It's just that some people think what they see is real, and mistakenly believe it was an immortal's guidance, which is truly laughable."
Prince Kang was confused.
He became anxious: "Marquis Wan, if you have something to say, just say it, otherwise, I don't understand what you mean at all."
"Could it be that Fanghua's husband is deceiving people? Has he never seen Jile City at all?"
Fanghua quickly said, "But he really did earn a large sum of silver by following an immortal's guidance."
Feng Fuce lightly flicked his robe, a faint sneer appearing.
