Feng Qihe alighted from the carriage just at the moment before he was infuriated to death.
In order to live a long and healthy life, he quickly distanced himself from this bad woman who always made him feel like vomiting blood.
As soon as he moved away from the carriage, Jinghong hurried over.
"Prince, Prince Yexuan today... his face was green and his nose swollen, it seemed like..."
"A green face and a swollen nose?" The rage in Feng Qihe's belly instantly turned into a question.
In his memory, the lofty and arrogant Feng Yexuan had never shown such an image.
"It's true, it looked as if he had been punched in the face several times."
Jinghong was also shocked; having known Prince Yexuan for many years, when had he ever shown such a side?
"Are you certain you saw Prince Yexuan?" Feng Qihe furrowed his brows.
Impossible, in this world, who could punch Prince Yexuan in the face several times?
Unless, Prince Yexuan didn't fight back.
