Feng Yun did not struggle, nor did she find his words grating, her numb heart long ceased to feel any pain. She faintly smiled, extending an arm to resist the pressure coming from his chest, her face barely concealing her mockery.
"So, General, you have decided all this is my doing? To seek justice for your concubine, for the Empress Dowager?"
Pei Jue did not speak, staring into her eyes. In the dark depth of his eyes was an indescribable chill, as though in the next second he would flay her skin to reveal the color of her heart and whether it bore the words "chief culprit."
Feng Yun's mouth corners tilted slightly upward.
Her scornful cold laughter was well disguised by her stubborn temper.
What revealed itself was frivolity, seduction, and a reckless madness.
"Then tell me, General, how do you plan to punish me?"
