"How could I possibly know?" Chu Qianli quickly denied.
Feng Yexuan's gaze was fixed on her eyes, piercing into the depths of her pupils in an instant!
Chu Qianli had tried her best to appear calm, but this man was someone she had once deeply loved.
Any emotion in her eyes was difficult to escape his sharp perception.
"You went to Lingjiu Hall." This was not a question!
Chu Qianli knew she couldn't hide it and glanced at Xiao Shunzi.
Xiao Shunzi hastily retreated.
She looked up, meeting Feng Yexuan's aggressive gaze, "Before I was thrown into the Jing Wang Manor that night, I did go to Lingjiu Palace and met the National Master."
"But he was very powerful. While I was talking to him, I unknowingly fainted. When I woke up, I found myself in the Jing Wang Manor, apprehended by the guards."
Feng Yexuan's gaze was too sharp. Lying in front of him might not convince him.
Therefore, some things had to be mixed with the truth.
Chu Qianli said indifferently, "You already know what happened afterward, don't you?"
"After that, you never saw him again?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes.
Chu Qianli snorted displeasedly, "Where would I see him? Lingjiu Hall is not easy to enter. Most importantly, I had no opportunity. The very next day, I entered the palace and never left."
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened, and he remained silent.
He then looked at Xiao Shunzi, who was not far away.
Xiao Shunzi still had his head bowed, but he was clearly very flustered and uneasy.
The disappearance of the National Master was a more terrifying event than the collapse of the moat.
In Nanming, the National Master was a god in the hearts of the people, their faith!
Feng Yexuan was clearly also anxious.
"Yang Xun," he called out.
Commander Yang Xun immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, your subordinate is here!"
"Spread the word that the east wind today is not suitable for rituals. We will return to the imperial city."
"Your Majesty, the east wind is most conducive to rituals. Purple energy coming from the east, the rising sun, all originate from the east. Anyone with even a little knowledge of rituals understands this."
Chu Qianli almost rolled her eyes at him.
If you want to postpone, at least come up with a believable excuse.
Feng Yexuan glanced at her, then with a sweep of his large hand, he pulled her small head to rest on his chest, forbidding her from uttering any more sarcastic remarks.
"Yang Xun, think of an excuse yourself. If the excuse is not good, I will take your head!"
Yang Xun immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
How could he understand these things?
"C-can I ask Miss Li for advice?" Miss Li seems to understand a lot?
This matter could not be taken lightly. It absolutely must not arouse the suspicion of the people.
Most importantly, the people must not know that the National Master was missing.
That would cause panic!
Feng Yexuan lowered his gaze and looked at the woman he was holding against his chest.
Chu Qianli stopped struggling and said leisurely, "Call me 'good sister,' and I might consider it."
"..." Yang Xun was so frightened his eyeballs nearly popped out.
The frost on Feng Yexuan's face almost cracked.
"Good sister!" He dared to call her that, and she dared to accept it?
"Okay! Good sister!" The overall situation is more important!
He called out the words through gritted teeth.
Chu Qianli knew the situation was serious and stopped joking. She looked up at Yang Xun and said, "Although it is the east wind today, a northerly wind is subtly rising. The phosphorescence from the river is coming against the east, signifying rebellion. It is inauspicious! Postpone it!"
Yang Xun's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, "Yes!"
Yang Xun left.
Feng Yexuan, however, narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned closer to Chu Qianli, "This mouth of yours is quite something! You like to cry out so much. Tonight, I will definitely make you cry enough!"