Wei Zheng had just snapped back to reality from the rush of intoxication when he saw Feng Yun's face, devoid of any emotion. He felt like he had plunged into an ice cellar, and his drunkenness vanished.
So did his stupor.
He frantically adjusted his robe.
"Feng Yun…"
He called out weakly, bowing with clasped hands, nearly pleading in tone.
"I've made a fool of myself in my drunkenness, please forgive me."
Feng Yun scrutinized him from head to toe, examining the woman cowering in his clothes at his side as well.
After a moment, under the eager and excited gazes of the onlookers, she spoke indifferently.
"General Wei, your words are misplaced. Holding a high position and wielding great power, how could I, a mere girl from Tianzhuang, have the audacity to forgive you…"
Upon hearing her underlying message, Wei Zheng asked, "What do you suggest then?"
Feng Yun lowered her eyes. "General Wei, please leave. Changmen Village cannot afford to host such an esteemed guest as you."
