The red wolf smoke drifted in the high sky, and the Old Madam Fan's eyelids twitched violently, her heart pounding so fast it seemed it would leap out of her chest.
This, isn't this wolf smoke used for communication on the battlefield?
But this old lady is using it in her mansion, isn't she crazy?
No, that's not the most urgent matter right now. It's that cold and distant woman; she said Peng'er was meant to die!
With one sentence, she points it out!
The Old Madam Fan's skin tensed all over, and seeing Qin Liuxi heading to the ancestral hall, she immediately called the household servants: "Boldly, quickly stop them!"
The servants and guards of the Fan mansion swarmed forward.
Mrs. Zhou drew the Soft Sword from her waist, her eyes like eagles.
Shunfang, meanwhile, pulled out a thumb-thick fine iron from her waist. Who knows what she pressed, but with a snap, the mechanism opened, and with a flick, a barbed whip unfurled.
