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Meng Fuyao turned around to face a hopeful Feng Wu, then looked at Zhangsun Wuji questioningly. Zhangsun Wuji merely smiled lightly and whispered into her ear, "Scoundrels will always fall under King Meng's hand."

Every time he whispered into her ear, his voice was always husky and slightly wavering, making goosebumps erupt all over Meng Fuyao and making her feel soft. She hurriedly moved aside and glared at him, then at Feng Wu again. Thinking about how his beloved wife was missing, all alone with nothing but the sorrow of losing his wife and having to sell cooked vegetables on a fishing boat and even offering them a huge feast just to request for their help, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but think it was rather pitiable for a prince to end up in this state.

No, a better way to put it was, as a royal member of Xuanji, this was way too miserable…