Feng Yun watched Pei Jue for a long time.
Standing in the delightful spring light of March, observing him.
After a long while, she smiled faintly.
"How wonderful."
She showed no surprise, not even a hint of it, accepting and believing in the outcome so naturally, and the deeper nature of this outcome—
Xiao Cheng wished for Feng Jingyao's life.
When the Feng Family allied with Xiao Cheng to overthrow the Emperor of Yanping, Xiao Cheng, and elevate Xiao Cheng to the Dragon Throne, leveraging the Dragon's Merit to dominate in the Zhengchu Dynasty, arrogantly looking down on ministers for years, they finally met with inevitable fate.
The sovereign is sovereign, the vassal is vassal.
Having too much merit yet not knowing how to keep a low profile, such a day was bound to come—just as it had come for the Emperor of Yanping, Xiao Cheng. It was either your death or my survival.
However, last time, the discarded pawn was Xiao Cheng; this time, it was the Feng Family.
