Feng Yun smiled again.
"I originally thought that on the day the General received the letter, he would ask me about it,"
Pei Jue looked at her desolate expression, his dark eyes slightly narrowed.
Feng Yun said, "The Feng Family and the Jingling Royal Residence are on the same street, I have known Xiao Cheng since childhood, and we have a marriage arrangement, I am very familiar with his character. This man has been laying low for many years and has suffered humiliation after Xiao Jue ascended the throne, possessing an extreme desire for power... He won't let go of this opportunity."
This was the easiest answer Feng Yun could give him to accept.
Having said that, seeing that Pei Jue had no reaction, she dipped her fingertip in water and forcefully drew a line on the table.
With traces of water, she drew a river, with a clearly defined difference between the North and South banks.
