Pei Fengtang stood by the window, holding a portable stove for heat, a white fox fur coat draped over his shoulders. He stared intently at the snowy scenery outside, quietly muttering, "Would that young boy, who's basically a jinx, follow an ordinary woman around?"
Li Qing looked down and said nothing.
Pei Fengtang turned his head around and asked Li Qing, "I had you investigate Bull-head and Horse-face. Is there any progress on that?"
Li Qing wiped the sweat off his brow, looking helpless. "I'm sorry. This useless servant has failed to discover anything."
"Nothing?" Pei Fengtang narrowed his eyes. "Good-for-nothing."
Li Qing: "..." He felt humiliation at the Heir's words. He had never before experienced such a failure in his work.
Pei Fengtang scowled, his face set, "Don't tell me that the two of them appeared out of nowhere."
Li Qing, "..." He truly did feel as if those two had appeared out of nowhere.
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