12 Digging Holes

At the inn.

Feng Zhi had traveled for a whole day and was resting here.

"Two taels of warm wine."

She pulled the bench and greeted the waiter.

As soon as she said that, mocking laughter came from behind her.

Feng Zhi turned her head. Gu Qinglian and Feng Lan walked up to her with their arms crossed. They were surrounded by countless servants.

"Move all the things to the second floor. Tell the shopkeeper to open another room to store the things."

Gu Qinglian raised an eyebrow and deliberately sat opposite Feng Zhi. The servants wiped the gold cups and ivory chopsticks clean and placed them in front of her.

That posture made her look like a pampered princess.

Feng Zhi could not be bothered to waste her breath on them. However, Gu Qinglian wanted to make things difficult for her. She pretended to raise her head in surprise.

"Isn't this the young miss of the Feng Family?"