Cheng Yanran's face twisted as he watched Yu Feng leave.
Father, I treat you as my father, but what do you treat me as? Cheng Yanran thought to himself. Here in the capital, I'm surrounded by danger, yet I can only mobilize a few hundred people. In contrast, Yu Feng—a dog under you—can deploy the people around me at any time. Yu Feng is your dog, while I'm worse than a dog!
Cheng Yanran's eyes were cold. Therefore, don't you blame me for what happens.
At this moment, the one-armed woman entered the room.
"Yao'er," Cheng Yanran called out.
"Your Highness?" The one-armed woman looked at Cheng Yanran and sensed that his expression wasn't right.
"I need Master to mobilize a team of Red Lotus Envoys to heed my orders," Cheng Yanran said.
"There's not enough manpower?" The one-armed woman was surprised.