Pei Jue was in Andu City, discussing matters with Xinzhou officials and military leaders until dusk before he returned to Huaxi.
The villa had received the news early and prepared the meal, waiting for the Prince of Yonghuai to return...
The aroma of the food wafted from a distance.
Pei Jue dismounted from his horse and walked to the carriage, reaching out his hand to Feng Yun.
"Lady Yun, we're here."
Xiaoman suppressed a laugh, drew back the curtain, and leaned in to help.
Feng Yun glanced at the man before her and smiled faintly, placing her hand in his palm.
Pei Jue tightened his grip, holding her firmly and lifting her off the carriage.
Side by side, Pei Jue led her along the courtyard's cloister, walking slowly inward. In places out of sight from others, their fingers gripped tightly, as if he was trying to crush her into pieces.
Feng Yun glanced at his solemn face and found it amusing within.
What a pretense!
She asked, "Has the king caught the scent?"
