Little thief...?
Feng Jingyao's heart sank heavily.
He glanced sideways and gave Pei Jue a bow.
"Prince, this is a misunderstanding. My incompetent subordinate, who had a few too many drinks, has made a fool of himself..."
"I see this as no laughing matter." Feng Yun sneered and continued, pointing at Duan Wu: "Taking the less traveled path through the flowers and desolate areas, sneaking into the garden suspiciously—if not a thief, then certainly with ill intentions."
Feng Jingyao glared sideways, also pointing at Duan Wu.
"Feng Shi Er Niang, can't you see? His expression clearly shows he's not sober. How can he have ill intentions while drunk?"
"Maybe he's pretending?"
Feng Yun and Pei Jue exchanged glances, the corners of their lips slightly lifting.
