Yunchuan served as the mediator between Jin Country and Qi Country, and Chunyu Yan was now a much sought-after figure, respected wherever he went.
With outsiders present, Feng Yun also gave due respect to her partner, bending deeply for a formal bow.
"I have seen the Princely Heir."
Today, Chunyu Yan was dressed in a formal fur robe with a large cloak draped over his shoulders, looking noble and splendid. Even without showing his face, one could sense the Princely Heir's elegance.
It was just a pity...
That a fine pair of beautiful eyes were filled with unfriendly mockery.
"I heard that the lady has been ill for many days, but is she now quite recovered?"
The sneering tone in which he said "lady" was enough to make his own teeth sour. Feng Yun, however, merely smiled in acquiescence and gestured for him to take a seat.
"Thanks to the Princely Heir's blessing, I have indeed recovered."
Chunyu Yan stood still, his eyes fixed on her.
