The lights weren't very bright, casting a blurred glow on the young woman's face.
There was truth to the saying "Beauty under the light," the more you look, the more your heart flutters—likely as such.
When Pei Jue spoke again, his throat seemed a bit tight.
"Send her back to Central Capital. Or, just kill her."
His tone was calm, as if killing a chicken was no different.
Feng Yun understood that Pei Jue could indeed make Wei Zheng disappear without a trace, but no matter how Wei Zheng died, as long as it was in Huaxi Village, in Andu County, Pei Jue would be suspected of murdering an important official of the Imperial Court and would be severely criticized.
Sometimes, reputation matters more than life itself.
Pei Jue might not care, but Feng Yun, currently tied to his strings like a grasshopper, preferred that the string be strong, capable of hanging on for longer without breaking midway.
