The maiden's thoughts were on the brink of revelation.
Pei Jue watched her with cold eyes, as if seeing her for the first time, lips pressed tightly together, the surprise in his dark pupils impossible to conceal.
But Feng Yun did not spell it out, merely smiling with her lips curved, lightly and ephemerally.
"A treasured sword is easy to obtain, but a great commander is hard to find. The General knows, the more capable the person, the prouder the heart, and if you can't win over my elder brother wholeheartedly, then his surrender would be meaningless."
Pei Jue grabbed her wrist and slowly raised it, so high that Feng Yun almost lost her balance and had to lean on him, her entire body pressing up against him.
Only then did he say, "Do you truly wish to persuade him to surrender?"
Feng Yun: "Indeed."
Pei Jue paused for a moment, "State your conditions."
