The following day, the autumn hunt was supposed to continue.
However, because there were hardly any game left in the area, none of those who ventured into the forest managed to return with much prey.
As for where all the game went, there was no doubt about it.
Feng Qiwu did not enter the forest in the morning. Instead, he rode his horse around the vicinity before returning, his face full of anger, and went to find Feng Qingyang.
"Father, I should go to the Northwest to quell the bandits," Feng Qiwu said in a cold tone with a low pressure all over.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked, "Oh? Why do you suddenly want to go to the Northwest to attack the bandits?"
"To kill," Feng Qiwu said bluntly.
And upon hearing this, the surrounding ministers shuddered involuntarily with cold dread.
Others went to the Northwest to quell the rebellion and reclaim Da Qin's key pass.
Only the Mad Crown Prince...would go just to kill openly.
