Inside the carriage!
Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes.
"For an external subject, the Great King doesn’t need to care that much, nor does he need to give such instructions."
"The Great King’s words just now seed as if he were asking to thank soone closest to him."
"Could it be, Zhao Feng is the Great King’s son?"
Han Fei thought with so surprise in his heart.
But only for a mont.
Han Fei shook his head with so helplessness.
"I really overthought it, my mind’s gone astray."
"How did I think of this possibility?"
Han Fei patted his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.
After all.
This is almost impossible.
Or rather, it’s simply impossible.
If Zhao Feng were the Great King’s son?
Wouldn’t that be an enormous joke?
That’s absolutely impossible.
"Perhaps this is just the Great King’s special regard for Brother Zhao."
"For a subject to receive such attention, this is also unique."
"Right."
"I heard Brother Zhao recently had another son."
"I should visit his mansion."
Thinking thus.
Han Fei imdiately instructed the coachman: "To Zhao Mansion."
"Sir."
"Is it the General’s Mansion?" the coachman imdiately asked.
"Apart from having so personal ties with General Zhao Feng, who else could it be?" Han Fei said in a displeased tone.
Ever since entering Qin.
Han Fei had never mingled with court officials, one could say he was entirely independent.
"Understood, sir."
The coachman imdiately responded.
Then he turned and headed towards the General’s Mansion.
Zhao Mansion!
"Yan’er, Wu Yang."
"Co."
"These are Spirit Pills for replenishing blood and energy."
"Take them, and your bodies can recover faster."
Zhao Feng happily took out two pills and handed them to Wang Yan and Wu Yang.
"Thank you, husband."
The two won accepted the pills without hesitation and swallowed them.
Upon entry.
The pills imdiately transford into a pure energy, surging into their bodies.
This is a true Spirit Pill.
Not the kind of Poison Pill that requires water to swallow.
"The pills refined by husband are truly powerful. I’ve taken Spirit Pills in the Yan King’s Palace before, but they never had the sa effect as those refined by husband." Wu Yang said with admiration.
"Those so-called alchemists make Poison Pills; what I make are true Spirit Pills, with countless wonders," Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"Husband is truly remarkable," Wang Yan also said gently.
"Originally, you needed a month to recuperate, but now with the Spirit Pills, you should fully recover in a few days, and we can prepare to return to Shaqiu," Zhao Feng told the two won.
"Yes," Wang Yan nodded, with a hint of longing on her face: "It’s indeed been a long ti since I’ve seen mother."
"Thank you, husband, for being willing to take ," Wu Yang was sowhat moved.
"Though you are a concubine, you have given a daughter, and that’s enough," Zhao Feng smiled slightly.
Seeing Zhao Feng’s genuine treatnt.
Wu Yang hesitated for a mont, then softly said: "Husband, I’ve been hiding sothing from you, entrusted by my father when leaving Yan."
Saying this.
Wu Yang lowered her head, sowhat afraid to look at Zhao Feng.
"Speak."
Zhao Feng smiled, seeming to have anticipated this, with a look of comfort in his eyes.
"Father said."
"If Qin and Yan went to war one day, he wanted to... to assassinate you, husband."
"But husband has been so good to Wu Yang, how could I ever take action?" Wu Yang lowered her head, ashad.
"This matter."
"I knew long ago."
"But I’ve been waiting for you to speak your heart."
"The maids by your side are all spies of the King of Yan."
"I also knew this long ago," Zhao Feng said slowly.
Wu Yang widened her eyes, looking at him in shock: "Husband, I... I this..."
She didn’t know what to say.
"As long as you’ve spoken, you are fully mine, Zhao Feng’s."
"The King of Yan threatens you against , just using your mother as leverage."
"You needn’t worry about this."
Zhao Feng said gently.
Then.
With a wave of his hand.
Zhang Ming imdiately understood.
"Take them."
Zhang Ming commanded coldly.
The trusted aides imdiately took action.
The maids behind Wu Yang, who were already panicking, were imdiately seized.
Then, all the maids in Wu Yang’s sleeping quarters were also seized.
Not long after.
A dozen maids were pressed to kneel before Zhao Feng.
"Master, it’s wrong!"
"Master, what have we done wrong..."
After being seized, apart from a few maids who understood the reason, the others all looked aggrieved.
"Yan spies."
"Reporting to Yan about the happenings in the mansion, the state of Qin, and my information."
"Did you really think I was unaware of this?"
Zhao Feng said coldly.
Hearing this!
All the maids turned pale as ghosts.
"The King of Yan is truly foolish."
"None of the accompanying maids are innocent, all are spies," Zhao Feng said with a hint of sarcasm, shaking his head.
Then.
With another wave of his hand.
"End them."
Zhao Feng said coldly.
"Understood."
Zhang Ming hesitated not at all and led the trusted aides to escort these maids out.
What awaited them was a certain path to death.
"Housekeeper."
"Arrange so maids to serve the Fourth Madam."
After finishing these tasks, Zhao Feng instructed the housekeeper.
"Yes."
The housekeeper nodded imdiately.
"Also, pack the luggage."
"We will set out for Shaqiu in a few days," Zhao Feng further instructed.
"Yes," the housekeeper replied one by one.
At this mont!
"Master."
"Han Fei seeks an audience outside the mansion," a servant quickly approached and reported respectfully.
"That fellow."
Upon hearing Han Fei.
Zhao Feng’s face revealed a smile: "Invite him to the main hall."
Before long.
In the main hall.
Han Fei was sitting, sipping tea, with a few gift boxes placed beside him.
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