Hong Fang nodded slightly, tacitly acknowledging Zhuge Rou's words.
Women's matters are best handled by women, after all, the harem is indeed a battlefield for women.
Several carriages from the Hong Residence left the palace gates and headed towards the Hong Residence.
On the deep night of the Ghost Festival, the streets bathed in the bright moonlight, the whole street was lit up clearly, and at a glance, not a single figure was to be seen.
In the carriage, Hong Fang furrowed his brows, inconspicuously glancing outside the carriage.
Hong Fang, having achieved his position today, had made many enemies, and the number of people who had attempted to assassinate him was not small. He had always been cautious when traveling.
"Master, you've had some wine tonight. When we get back, I will serve you to bed early," Zhuge Rou said softly, her charming face full of concern.
