Chapter 902: An Uneasy Night

dy against his solid chest.After reacting, An Xuetang's lips curled up slightly. She hugged him back, and a sweet feeling slowly rose in her heart.Mo Yunjing's breath fell on An Xuetang's ear, his bod...Everyone in the courtyard was taken aback. They turned to look, and the moment they saw Feng Ming, Ning'er and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Feng Ming remained expressionless. He glanced around the courtyard, but failed to spot that familiar figure. His brow furrowed, and he turned to Ning'er, his voice as cold as ice, "Where is she"

Although he didn't name names, everyone in the room knew he was talking about Foler.

Ning'er felt a tightness in her palms, sensing Feng Ming's fury burning bright, but she still said, "Reporting to the Valley Master, Fu'er has already left."

Before they arrived, Fu'er had already left. They didn't stay long, actually. On the road just now, it was unclear whether it was a conspiracy or simply coincidence that a crowd crush occurred on the road they took.

They could have ignored it, but considering the incident happened so close to the Beijang Royal Mansion, they couldn't afford to turn a blind eye. If they did nothing, people would surely gossip about them. After all, she often accompanied their princess outside, and commoners might recognize her identity.

It won't take long to resolve the stampede incident either, but when they arrived, Fu'er was still nowhere to be seen.

But Fu'er still left her a letter.

She had just finished reading the letter before Feng Ming burst through the door.

Ning'er quickly finished explaining the situation, and Fengming took the letter from her hand. At a glance, he could confirm that it was indeed Fu'er's handwriting.

Feng Ming's hand tightened, the letter in his hand instantly turning to dust.

What a blessing!

She no longer obeys his orders, so who will she listen to in the future, Ah Tang

She can't be left behind!

No matter what her reason is.

She had committed unforgivable sins in the past, but he spared her life out of their old relationship. However, she has become arrogant and complacent since then.

If he were to keep her, it would be like placing a 'weapon' that could potentially harm Ah Tang by his side. He would not allow such a thing to happen.

Anyone who schemes against An Xuetang or attempts to deceive her, he will not allow them to stay by An Xuetang's side.

Though Fu'er said in her letter that she was going to Bai Guanggong's lair herself, this might fool Ning'er and the others, but it wouldn't fool him.

Feeling the fury of Feng Ming's anger, no one dared to speak.

After Feng Ming came to her senses, she immediately ordered, "Search the entire city!"

Ning'er pursed her lips, she looked at Fengming clearly wanting to say something, but upon meeting Fengming's pair of cold and sinister eyes, she immediately shut her mouth.

At this point, speaking up for Fu'er would only pour gasoline on the fire and wouldn't change anything.

This matter is whether it was Fu'er who was wrong, and she just hopes that she can appear in time to explain. Otherwise, the longer they wait, the less likely they are to forgive her in Guzhong.

The fact that the Princess allowed her to bring out her guards today suggests she doesn't trust Fo'er.

Nowadays, besides her and Shou'er and Kang'er, everyone else probably thinks Fu'er has fallen out of love.

Just look at the expressions on Xún Hóng, Xún Bù and the others right now.

A group of people began searching for someone in the city. They looked for almost an hour, but they still couldn't find even Fu'er's shadow.

This hour, Feng Ming's expression grew even uglier, his eyes burning with anger, a blue vein pulsing faintly in his temple.

Nobody dared to approach him.

After searching for a whole hour, he still found nothing. Feng Ming suddenly let out a cold laugh, his voice as icy as ever, "She's become even more skilled at hiding."

Ning'er and the others lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Feng Ming stood there in silence for a moment, then coldly ordered, "Return to the estate."

"Yes."

A group of people hurried back to the Beijiang Prince's Mansion, but before they reached the mansion, they heard a commotion.

Feng Ming raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

All of them were martial artists, and their martial arts skills weren't low. Since Feng Ming could feel the movement right now, they felt it too.

Ning'er and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

It seems tonight is destined to be an uneasy night.er the abbot left, these Westerners all stood up and began to converse in their native tongue. Only the one who understood Middle Kingdom speech remained silent.Although his Mandarin wasn't particular...