Daman smiled.
His smile was ambiguous and indecipherable.
"Yes, brother-in-law, elder sister will surely return."
Xiao Cheng pursed his lips, watching her without speaking.
But inside, he was filled with an unprecedented sense of melancholy.
Disordered, out of control, as if staring into an abyss.
The two of them stood opposite each other in the study, discussing Feng Yun, who was far away in Andu.
Outside the study, Feng Ying, with a chicken soup stewed for two hours, waited to please her husband.
In the past, Xiao Cheng would have gone with the flow, giving her some face, which also meant giving face to both the Feng Family and the Chen Family.
Today, he was too weary.
Reclining on a couch, his fingers twitched.
"Let her go back. I don't need it."
Daman smiled faintly.
He intercepted Feng Ying outside the study.
"The Emperor says I am to have the chicken soup. Would Lady Feng be so kind as to carry it to my palace chambers?"
