"If that's the case, I won't try to persuade you any further,"
Feng Yun lifted her teacup, passed one to Wen Xingsu's hand, and then filled the cups of the two generals.
"Today, as Ayun, I speak recklessly of the world, and I hope my elder brothers won't laugh at me. Although a woman, I do not desire to support the state with supreme authority in my hands, nor do I wish to glorify my ancestors and bring splendor to my family name; nor do I aspire to leave a lasting legacy for the blessings of future generations. I only wish to live in the present, to be a person, a real, tangible person..."
Everyone was silent.
Feng Yun: "I hope that in days to come, we can still sit and discourse on the state of the world."
She drank the tea in one gulp.
Exceptionally hearty.
Wen Xingsu said nothing and looked downcast.
Shentu Jiong smacked his lips, as if savoring the tea in his cup, yet seemed to be pondering Feng Yun's words.
