Lu Tong paused, "Why..."
She remembered that Minister Shen was full of ambition and loved to make connections everywhere, which was quite incongruent with the hustling figure now busy at a street stall.
Shen Fengying rubbed his hands, walked under the colorful canopy in front of his stall, and invited Lu Tong and Pei Yunmeng to sit down at a small table. He poured each of them a cup of mung bean water and grabbed a handful of spiced peanuts, then straddled a small stool to sit.
"That thing at Fengle Building, you should know about," Shen Fengying popped a peanut into his mouth, "The fire at Fengle Building, the incident with Young Master Qi of the Grand Preceptor's family, to be honest, I was the first to discover it."
Lu Tong exchanged a glance with Pei Yunmeng.
Unaware, Shen Fengying just patted his chest, his tone proud, but with his soot-dusted face, the pride also revealed a hint of pity.