Pei Jue's meaning was quite simple.
That is, he could forgive Feng Yun, but he couldn't forgive Wen Xingsu.
Feng Yun understood how General Pei conducted business and didn't want to argue or entangle with him on this issue; it would be all disadvantages and no advantages for Wen Xingsu.
So she gave a slight, charming smile, "Okay, then General, spare my brother's life for me, and let me slowly persuade him to surrender."
Pei Jue tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice, his expression indifferent, "Fine."
With that word, Feng Yun's tense body relaxed a little.
Not to mention, Pei Jue was a man of his word.
He had agreed, so her older brother's life was temporarily safe.
Feng Yun thought for a moment, then spoke again in a gentle voice, "After a day's rush, the General must be hungry, right? How about we have a meal first and rest before we talk more in detail later?"
Pei Jue's dark eyes deepened as he looked toward her.
She said nothing, her expression calm and natural.
