The estate of Chunyu Yan wasn't far from here; the last time he showed up was during the previous dispute between Pei Jue and Xiao Cheng, and another unexpected encounter like this was certainly not a coincidence.
Xiao Cheng stood on the deck, his hands clasped behind his back.
"I would like to hear more."
Pei Jue sat high on horseback, the Biyong Sword gleaming with a cold light all over.
"Princely Heir, keep your distance so you don't get splashed with blood."
Chunyu Yan approached slowly, with a swaying, leisurely air about him.
"Don't you want to hear the news about Feng Twelve, Brother Wangzhi?"
Impatient, Pei Jue had already determined that Feng Yun was on that ship.
If she wasn't, Xiao Cheng wouldn't have taken such a huge risk in claiming her, nor would there be that piece of paper.
As for Chunyu Yan, a mercenary trader who helped whoever gave him benefits, Pei Jue never trusted him.
