General's Mansion Rear Hall!
Princess Wu Yang of Yan sat on the couch, dressed in red, feeling somewhat anxious at the moment.
As the door opened.
Zhao Feng walked into the hall slowly.
Wu Yang quietly lifted her head to take a look, and her mood became even more anxious.
Zhao Feng, on the other hand, remained calm as he walked slowly towards Wu Yang.
"Husband."
Wu Yang timidly called out.
Zhao Feng quietly observed Princess Wu Yang, his gaze containing a hint of scrutiny.
"The King of Yan provided a substantial dowry this time, he shouldn't be the type to sit back after being wronged."
"However, he was still forced by Qin to marry off this princess."
"Did the King of Yan leave some means on this woman or perhaps assign her a task, like assassinating me?" Zhao Feng pondered secretly.
Having been on the battlefield for so many years, and also experienced the intricacies of the court.
He had thousands of years of understanding of history.
