Anger

Although the Lord regarded Uncle Han as an elder, he shouldn't listen to Uncle Han for this matter. Moreover, in their view, the Lord and Feng Jiu were well matched. His Lord, who usually gave people a cold and heartless impression would only show his tender side to Feng Jiu.

They had never seen that side of his before. They followed the Lord for so long, yet they had never seen him treat anyone specially, moreover to this extent.

Back in the courtyard, Xuanyuan Mo Ze saw that the woman's face was covered with a book and seemed to be asleep. He went closer and sat down beside her. He glanced at Gray Wolf. "Why didn't you get a blanket and cover her with it?"

"Er…"

Gray Wolf scratched his head. "This subordinate didn't think about it.""What about getting it now?" He hurried to the room, took out a blanket and handed it to the Lord.