When Daman arrived at the council hall, Pei Jue and Feng Jingteng were still in discussion.
As a servant girl, she did not dare to barge into the meeting room uninvited. She glanced at the spot where Feng Yun had just been sitting and saw no handkerchief, furrowed her brow, and backed out.
Where had Feng Yun just gone?
To wash her hands, change her clothes? The back room, the scribes' quarters...
Thinking this, Daman followed the path Feng Yun had taken, her eyes glued to the ground, daring not to blink.
But after searching for a long time, she still found no handkerchief.
Everywhere was spotless, with servants still cleaning...
Could it have been picked up by someone?
As she thought this, suddenly a pair of feet appeared in her line of sight, and she jerked her head up.
Jiang Da was smiling with his arms crossed, staring at her.
Daman took two panicked steps back, bowed, and turned to leave.
Jiang Da darted forward in a few quick steps, blocking her way.