As Feng Yun left Taiping Garden, Puyang Yi accompanied her to the gate.
"I apologize on behalf of my mother," she said.
Feng Yun offered a faint smile, "The County Lord speaks too seriously."
Puyang Yi clutched her sleeve, "Lady Yun, may I ask you something?"
Feng Yun hummed in affirmation, "Please ask, County Lord."
Puyang Yi hesitated, "If one day, my mother does something unforgivable to you, will you hold a grudge against her?"
Feng Yun was startled, and met her gaze, "I am but a humble woman, disturbed and afraid. Her Highness the Princess is of noble birth, far above me. How could someone from the Feng Family dare to bear a grudge against Her Highness? County Lord, you flatter me to my demise."
Her voice was calm and detached, neither close nor distant, but it was not the same as the times they used to have long conversations sitting close when Puyang Yi visited the manor.
In the face of overwhelming power, people are too insignificant, too powerless to change anything.
