Lady Xiaoyao's face instantly turned beet red.
As scene after scene from the previous night returned to her mind, her rage, which had been boiling, immediately transformed into shame.
But after the shame, her rage burned even fiercer.
"Release my master!" Clenching her teeth against the discomfort in her legs, she quickly walked up to Feng Yexuan.
"Heh." Feng Yexuan was unimpressed, taking something from a box beside him without a care, and began toying with it in his hands.
Lady Xiaoyao didn't see it clearly at first and continued angrily, "Where exactly is my master right now?"
She hadn't forgotten that last night this bastard had injured her master. Not only was he hurt, but he was also locked away somewhere by him, certainly having a hard time.
Feng Yexuan simply looked at her with a faint smile, "You haven't yet answered the Prince's question."
Lady Xiaoyao was both enraged and embarrassed, glaring fiercely at him.