Feng Yun looked at the scene before her in disbelief, wishing she could gouge her own eyes out.
Wasn't Chunyu Yan supposed to be tucked in bed when she left?
Why was it Pei Jue sitting there?
What kind of cursed body-swapping trick was this?
Pei Jue wasn't wearing his usual icy armor, but instead, a set of soft middle garments. He appeared a bit weary and lazy, as if he had just been rudely awakened from sleep. His stern face commanded respect without anger, and a cold glance was enough to freeze the people at the door.
He Qia, Feng Yun, a few servants, and those two women.
All frozen, dumbstruck.
Feng Yun didn't see Chunyu Yan and dared not ask.
Privately, she hoped that Chunyu Yan had escaped on his own while she had sent someone to invite He Qia over.
"What is the meaning of this continuous clamor outside?" Pei Jue asked.
Feeling the General's piercing gaze, He Qia's back tingled, and he almost wanted to kneel and kowtow several times.
