It’s not far from this slope to Ghost River Beach, Chunyu Yan could block carriages, but he couldn’t stop people.
Ye Chuang was moved, his eyes brimming with hardship.
"Miss, we’ll take the dicine over, you should return to Xinzhou with General Wen."
They were Pei Jue’s confidants, and going to Bingzhou at this ti was an act of loyalty to their master, an inescapable responsibility, but Feng Yun needn’t risk it.
Ye Chuang’s gaze was sincere, carrying an indescribable sadness.
"If Ao Qi were here, he wouldn’t let you take this risk."
Chunyu Yan, seeing the two of them like this, squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Well said. Feng Twelve, take the advice. Hurry back..."
Feng Yun looked at Ye Chuang, then suddenly turned her head to stare at Chunyu Yan with a smile, "Today I shall make another prophecy. I bet on Pei Jue to win the battle for Bingzhou."
Chunyu Yan curved his lips, his eyes darkening with an icy detachnt.
Ye Chuang’s eyes reddened, "Miss..."
"Move the stuff!" Feng Yun didn’t want to delay any longer.
Wen Xingsu watched the resolute Miss, a light as if shining from his face, his normally pursed lips moved slightly as he held his knee, slowly walking down.
"Move!"
"Everyone, hurry up."
The guards and servants all busied themselves.
Feng Yun had Xiaoman and Daman help as well.
Chunyu Yan watched quietly as his guards took dicine out of the carriage, his back teeth itching inexplicably, yet he was helpless to do anything.
Heh!
Feng Twelve ah.
A madwoman.
He sighed languidly, "Clear the way."
Feng Yun calmly turned to look at him, bowing deeply from afar.
"Thank you, Princely Heir, for accommodating us."
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The red leaves of Hongye Valley at dusk, seen from a distance, appeared as if draped in a blood-stained cloak, strikingly red and dazzling to the eyes.
It was a fine ti to view the red leaves; if not for the war, gathering a few friends to climb and admire them would have been an earthly delight.
Feng Yun loaded the luggage onto several rowboats docked nearby, while the remaining dicine was placed on the Northern Yong Army’s grain transport boats, heading down the Ghost River.
Feng Yun looked back at the increasingly distant narrow valley and the busy ferry port, her heart unsettled.
Chunyu Yan’s ox-cart still stood there.
There were so transporting grain and goods, getting ready to hurry to Bingzhou...
In Feng Yun’s mind, Chunyu Yan was a "rchant Princely Heir" who prioritized self-interest. With Yunchuan Country always at peace, he traveled among states, neither righteous nor unscrupulous, neither enemy or friend, his relationships all based on personal gain. This was shaped by the geographical environnt of Yunchuan and also his upbringing.
All in all, this man wasn’t evil incarnate, but to say he had a compassionate heart would obviously be false.
His kindness toward her exceeded Feng Yun’s understanding...
"Aying," Wen Xingsu ca to sit beside her.
"What are you thinking about?"
Watching the red-leafed valley fade away, Feng Yun withdrew her gaze to glance at Wen Xingsu’s leg, seeing him sit steadily before she faintly smiled, "I was thinking about the battle for Bingzhou."
Wen Xingsu hesitated for a mont, "Do you truly believe Pei Jue will win this battle?"
Feng Yun chuckled lightly, with a mocking undertone.
"I suppose even Pei Jue himself wouldn’t dare to agree with that statent? He has said, the battlefield is ever-changing, there’s no such thing as an invincible general or certain victory..."
Wen Xingsu nodded.
Feng Yun then asked, "In big brother’s view, how about this battle?"
Wen Xingsu was silent, with a sowhat grave expression, "The odds of victory are slim."
Feng Yun said, "Would you bla , big brother?"
Wen Xingsu shook his head calmly, his gaze warm, "I willingly joined you, life and death are determined by fate, why would I bla you?"
They looked at each other, and Feng Yun relaxed into a smile, then suddenly grabbed Wen Xingsu’s hand and pressed the back of it against her face before letting go. It was just like when she was little, every ti she was upset or aggrieved, as long as Wen Xingsu pinched her face or patted her head, she would feel better again.
"Big brother is always the best to ."
Wen Xingsu watched her playful laughter, leaning casually against the boat’s side, his hair loosely gathered, knees slightly bent, looking as carefree as a young man, yet there was a faint exhaustion and a hint of sorrow in his brows, an indolent beauty that aroused pity.
He grew inexplicably sad.
"I’ve always wondered, would Aying bla ?"
Feng Yun humd, raising her eyebrows with a nonchalant smile.
"What would I bla you for?"
Wen Xingsu’s gaze flickered, a frown creasing his brow, looking uneasy.
"When Andu City fell, I was in Xinzhou and couldn’t help in ti. Only after they fled to Xinzhou did I learn that they had offered you to Pei Jue... and the purpose behind it was to arrange a marriage for Xiao San with Aying..."
This was a shaful matter for Wen Xingsu.
Because he and Feng Yun both knew it wasn’t just Feng Jingteng’s idea – Lady Chen had stirred things up too.
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