Long Qingyang was extremely confident, staring at Feiyun with his perfectly-shaped eyes.

It looked like he was telling the truth - the emperor had left behind a letter before leaving the capital.

Feiyun smiled and lifted up the teapot to pour himself a cup: “Divine Consort Beiming has it.”

“Don’t be like that, if you want to know who has it, you must pay a heavy price.” Qingyang tilted his head while slowly rubbing Feiyun’s chin.

A flame as red as blood surfaced on Feiyun with extreme temperature. Qingyang was hurt and quickly pulled back before biting his lips: “You don’t know how to treat a woman at all.”

The guy sat up straight and said: “Fine, I’ll stop playing around. I want 300,000 spirit stones.”

“Haha, 300,000? You might as well become a robber.” Feiyun rep...