Chapter 160 Handing Over the Feng Command Token (1/2)
The Old Patriarch readjusted his composure and then said with a highly serious expression: ”Rest a.s.sured. Grandfather will help you keep the secret.”
He knew very clearly, how big of a ruckus it would cause if her ident.i.ty as the Ghost Doctor was leaked. To the people out there, most of them thought that the Ghost Doctor was someone from another country and if they realized that the Ghost Doctor was actually the Young Miss of the Feng Residence, grave danger would definitely follow after.
”And about you and Yi Xuan…..”
He might already be old, but he was not yet dotty. Hence he had naturally noticed the cold manner she had shown towards Murong Yi Xuan. [This little la.s.s had always stuck very close to that man before, but now….. sigh!]
Hearing that, Feng Jiu's eyes flashed as she said: ”About that betrothal, find some time and have it annulled!”
”Annulled? Are you being serious?”
The Old Patriarch was taken aback and he went on to say: ”Although that child Yi Xuan is a prince, but we watched him grow up from a kid. No matter from which perspective one looked at him, no one in the Sun Glory Country can compare to him. Do you really want to annul the engagement?”
”Mm. Break it off.” Feng Jiu reiterated, her tone firm.
Hearing his granddaughter's words, the Old Patriarch saw that it was helpless to force her any further and he said: ”Since you are decided, Grandfather will then go to the palace and discuss about it with the ruler one of these days.”
”Alright.” Feng Jiu nodded in agreement.
At that moment, the voice of Leng Shuang who had been standing guard outside sounded: ”Mistress, the eight Feng Guards are waiting outside in the courtyard and they requested to see the Old Master and the Mistress.”
The people in the room exchanged glances and they stepped outside together.
The room doors opened and they saw the eight men whom some were standing and some were leaning immediately moving speedily to form up in a neat row, to offer their greeting respectfully with a bow. ”Your subordinate greets the Old Master and Young Miss!”
”What is the matter?” The Old Patriarch asked, his gaze sweeping over all eight men.