But Chunyu Yan would not reveal these matters to Feng Yun.
He wanted to hear the answer from Feng Yun's own mouth.
However, that was Feng Yun's most secretive secret of rebirth, which she could never disclose.
"Guessing," Feng Yun forcefully pushed him away, retracting her hand and said languidly, "The Princely Heir is capable, such a trivial matter is not at all difficult for you, it just depends on whether you're willing to lend a hand."
Chunyu Yan's slightly furrowed brow relaxed.
A simple phrase, seemingly like a small brush, smoothed away the slight doubt in his heart.
"Your way with words..." he said, the corners of his eyes lifting in a smile, as if with a touch of sentiment, flickering with an unclear light, "If you were only willing to speak well of things, what couldn't you have? Without Pei Jue, I could still offer to you wealth and glory."
Feng Yun leaned in slightly, first to thank him, then said:
