Chapter 813
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His Royal Highness's closest friend was usually polite to everyone, but he kept his distance from them. Why did he stop him this time?
However, Grand Secretary Fang didn't have time for small talk.
Grand Secretary Fang nodded at Feng, then headed for the imperial palace.
The more he did that, the more Feng wouldn't let him leave.
"Is there something wrong with the trial map?"
Feng asked casually.
Grand Secretary Fang didn't want to tell him, but he remembered that Feng represented Jun Linyuan, and His Royal Highness wouldn't be able to stop His Royal Highness from knowing what he wanted to know.
Grand Secretary Fang sighed in resignation. "Something happened to Feng Wu in the trial map. I need to talk to His Majesty."
Feng Wu?!
That was exactly what he had been afraid of. He really did find out that something had happened to Feng Wu.
Feng rubbed his forehead as he watched Grand Secretary Fang leave in a hurry.
The crown prince's residence.
Jun Linyuan was painting in his study.
His paintings were excellent, and he had incorporated sword intent into them. Those who were more perceptive might be able to advance in their cultivation.
The calligraphy and paintings in World Tower that were rumored to have been personally drawn by him really did come from him!
However, the brush in Jun Linyuan's hand was filled with a murderous aura!
Whoosh!
With a heavy stroke of ink, he turned the autumn rain into a murderous one!
That was what Feng saw when he arrived. It was an autumn rain full of sword energy.
"After the autumn rain, sword energy soars into the sky. It's a wonderful painting." Crossing his hands behind his back, Feng smiled at Feng.
Jun Linyuan threw a dirty look at Feng, then turned the painting into ashes with a wave of his hand.
"Shut up!"
Feng said, "Your Royal Highness, actually …"
"I told you to shut up! Can't you hear me?!" Jun Linyuan was in a bad mood.
Feng rubbed his nose and wanted to say something else.
Jun Linyuan threw a dirty look at him. "Get out!"
In resignation, Feng turned around and walked out.
Granny Gong threw a dirty look at Feng. "His Royal Highness has been in a bad mood lately. Why did you piss him off?"
Crossing his hands behind his back, Feng said casually, "Well, it's about Feng Wu from Imperial College."
Back in the study, Jun Linyuan tightened his grip on his brush.
Granny Gong looked concerned. "Miss Wu? What's wrong? "
"Miss Wu, something's wrong!" Feng looked worried.
"What?" Granny Gong cried out in surprise.
"Creak —"
The door opened and Jun Linyuan's cold voice rang out. "Get in here!"
Feng rubbed his nose, exchanged a knowing look with Granny Gong, and smiled knowingly. Only then did he hurry into the room.
"What were you mumbling about out there?" Jun Linyuan feigned indifference as he began writing.
Feng heaved a long sigh. "It's all Imperial College's business. Your Royal Highness, it's none of your business. There's nothing to say."
Nothing to say?!
Staring at Feng with a cold look in his eyes, Jun Linyuan flicked his paintbrush. "Speak!"
Feng rubbed his nose and chuckled inwardly, but put on a resigned face. "I heard that the ultimate magical beast, the Frosty Night Beast, is about to wake up in Proud Snowfield, the venue of Imperial College's tryout."
"Yes." Jun Linyuan frowned. "But she's not awake yet."
Feng nodded.
"Go on!" Jun Linyuan was short-tempered.
Feng had told her that Feng Wu was in big trouble … She kept that in mind!
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