Upon the glimpse of Dongfang Mosheng, Nalan Yan'er felt a momentary daze.
It must be said—among Emperor Yongye's sons, Dongfang Mosheng was the most distinguished in appearance, vastly different in temperament from Dugu Wu.
Dugu Wu was like a blazing sun capable of engulfing everything.
Yet Dongfang Mosheng resembled a shroud of fog—once one fell into it, it was difficult to extricate oneself.
"Imperial Sister-in-law, to turn Feng Bailing against Dugu Wu, it need not be so troublesome. You just need to tell Dugu Wu one thing."
As Dongfang Mosheng spoke, he leaned forward, unlike other men, he did not carry the scent of sweat, only a faint ink fragrance, just like his persona.
"A secret decree?"
Nalan Yan'er's eyes lit up.
The last thing Dugu Wu could tolerate was betrayal. If he knew that Feng Bailing was an informant Emperor Yongye had placed by his side... Nalan Yan'er said joyously.
"Mosheng, you have truly helped me immensely."
