Except for the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of the wind.
Pei Jue held her as he wiped her clean and returned, bowed his head to look into her blurred eyes, and lightly pecked her forehead.
"Lady Yun, you sleep first, I'll go talk to General Wen for a bit,"
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The day the Dajin envoy left the Central Capital, Xinzhou City was hit by another heavy snowfall.
The biting cold winds carried snowflakes through the city. The doors of Chunmeng Hall were wide open, several carriages were parked outside, and guards were bustling about, moving luggage, busy and lively.
Wen Xingsu stood silently by Feng Yun's side, his eyes deep.
Returning from Guanlan Pavilion the day before, he was slightly tipsy. In the middle of the night, he had a small drink with Pei Jue by the stove, where the two men talked for a long time. Feng Yun, who had been unable to persuade her elder brother, had been convinced by Pei Jue.
