"Alright." Feng Jiu replied, a faint smile curling her lips.
Meanwhile, back in the main courtyard, Song Lingbo sat down in a chair in his room and let out a quiet sigh. He leaned back, silent for a long while, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his expression difficult to describe.
Seeing him like this, Lady Song couldn't help but worry: "Husband, are you alright?" Ever since hearing that Lady Xuanyuan's name was Feng Jiu, his expression had been off. Now, back in his room, he sat there lost in thought.
Song Yihong and the other two exchanged glances and asked, "Father, who exactly is this Feng Jiu? Why did you react so strongly upon hearing that name..." Before he could finish, Song Lingbo abruptly stood up, gestured for silence, and strode toward the door. Only after confirming no servants were in the courtyard did he close the door and cast a sound-blocking barrier.
Seeing this, the others froze, their expressions turning solemn.
