Chu Zhiyuan's face darkened slightly.
Both women are Venerables, Fu Zheng is alright, but Li Yuzhen is a Spirit Guard.
She has rich combat experience; to injure her, it would take not only a Venerable but a strong one among the Venerables.
Is this Young Marquis Ming that formidable?
He called out loudly: "Xiao Zheng."
The sound transmitted directly to the adjacent courtyard, where Fu Zheng was practicing sword training. Hearing the voice, her expression changed.
Her beautiful face turned slightly pale.
Her face was already like mutton fat jade, making it hard to notice the paleness.
But she knew she couldn't hide it from Chu Zhiyuan.
She had long been impressed by Chu Zhiyuan's keen eyes.
She went to Chu Zhiyuan's courtyard reluctantly, and saluted: "Your Highness."
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at her: "What was the result?"
"Sister Li taught Young Marquis Ming a lesson."
"Defeated Young Marquis Ming?"
