Feng Yun was very cautious when dealing with these former Xie Family Army members, those old acquaintances privy to Pei Jue's secrets.
At the same time, she was filled with doubts.
She wanted to know more than anyone else what exactly Tang Shaogong carried in his heart...
The "Snow Plum Makeup" on the Defense Map back then and Li Sangruo's death had left her brooding with unease.
This man hated her.
He had hated her since he served Li Sangruo and her father.
Tang Shaogong entered, offering greetings and respectful salutations.
Then he lifted his eyes, glancing at the scripture on her desk.
"Is Your Majesty praying for the Da Yong Army?"
"No," Feng Yun replied, "Practicing calligraphy."
Her expression was indifferent, making Tang Shaogong's eyebrows furrow deeply. "Your Majesty is not concerned about His Majesty's safety? The border warfare is urgent, the nation's fate hangs in the balance, yet Your Majesty has the leisure to practice calligraphy?"
