Face-Slapping, Round 1 (1)

Lady Northern Feng frowned and sounded displeased when she asked, "Mrs Zuo, are you a member of the Junwu Empire?"

Mrs Zuo nodded. "Of course I am."

Lady Northern Feng snorted. "If that's the case, why do you want Princess Sefiro of the Senal Grassland to win? Mrs Zuo, that can be considered treason."

Surprised, Mrs Zuo immediately retorted, "My lady, you're framing me!"

She then dropped to her knees. "Your Majesty, I…"

However, before Mrs Zuo could go on, the empress dowager cut her off with a wave of her hand. "There's no need to say more. I know what you meant."

What?

Mrs Zuo was baffled. What did the empress dowager know? Did she believe her or not?

Feng Wu had no idea that so many people were talking about her behind her back.

To her, the most important thing right now was to catch up with Sefiro.

After closing the 20-80 deal, the Bloodsea Horse immediately picked up speed.

Whoosh —