Feng Yun gave a soft smile and drew her face a bit closer.
"Mr. Pei, how do you plan to deal with my elder brother?"
Pei Jue didn't answer but placed his palm on her shoulder and pushed her away from him.
"I highly appreciate General Ningyuan's talent, and Ji Ying recommended to persuade him to surrender."
Feng Yun's mind buzzed, and she felt as if all energy had drained from her body, "And if he refuses to surrender, what will you do?"
Pei Jue's face became somber, "Didn't I just teach you, how should you address me?"
"My Lord?" Feng Yun's voice trembled a little.
She had called him that in their past life, but never so formally—it was only during the deepest moments of intimacy that she would call him so sweetly, and if it pleased Pei Jue, he might end their interaction sooner and spare her.
Pei Jue looked down, "Very well."
His breath was warm, but his gaze was indifferent.
From his tone, Feng Yun could easily sense that Pei Jue felt something for her.
