The surroundings were awkwardly silent.
Ren Rude knelt at the wooden table, behind the hanging bamboo curtain's screen, while two maids stood quietly without making a sound.
In the western room, only Feng Yun sipped her tea in silence.
Endless resentment.
As Ren Rude chewed over the name of the tea, a sudden unease gripped him, and his wide-sleeved garment seemed to constrict upon him.
"It was presumptuous of me, I should not have brought up matters that upset the lady," he said.
Feng Yun looked up, her smile not fading, "Sir worries too much. I currently possess fertile lands by the hundreds of acres, a multitude of servants, an official position, and Mr. Pei's affection. How could I be sad?"
Ren Rude realized he had made another mistake.
The lady before him, who could amaze with just one look, had a kind of delicate and tender beauty that only a life of good days could nurture.
Pei Jue must dearly cherish her.
Only a good life could nourish such a complexion.
