The elderly man, despite his silver hair, exuded vitality and his eyes still shone with astuteness.
He was the housekeeper of Mingyue Villa, surnamed Wang.
"A servant just told me that the two of you are friends of the Prince and that you have in your possession a handwritten letter from him, is that correct?" Housekeeper Wang skipped the usual pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Yes, take a look, is this your master's handwriting?" Feng Yueya handed him the letter.
With just a glance, the housekeeper recognized it as the Prince's handwriting.
He solemnly took the paper from Feng Yueya, his eyes flickering with a hint of skepticism.
"May I ask, miss, when did the Prince give you this paper?"
The Prince had been unconscious for two months; it was impossible for him to have given his writing to anyone recently.
