He just looked at Wen Xingsu gently, "Eldest brother."
Wen Xingsu glanced at Feng Yun with concern.
He felt compassion for Xiao Rong and had originally wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but Feng Yun dragged romantic entanglents into it, turning the conversation in this direction. He found himself unable to say half a word and didn’t dare stay another mont.
He even felt a bit nervous.
Deep down, he feared that his concern for Xiao Rong would be misunderstood by Feng Yun...
"Aying," he got up and went to one side, gesturing for Feng Yun to co over before whispering, "I watched Xiao Rong grow up, she is Xiao San’s sister, and I think of her as a sister too..."
He was explaining, very earnestly explaining.
However, Feng Yun was just joking, "So if this sister of yours has captured that sister of mine, what are you going to do, Eldest brother? Isn’t that a difficult position for you?"
Wen Xingsu found himself breathless under her dewy eyes.
Not the sa.
How could Xiao Rong compare to Aying?
Yet, he couldn’t articulate the difference when he said they were both "sisters." His mind buzzed, and his noble and handso face was filled with awkwardness...
"I should be going. Don’t make too much of a fuss. With the great war between Jin and Qi, keeping Xiao Rong is beneficial for everyone."
Feng Yun smiled radiantly, "Rest assured, Eldest brother, I won’t make it difficult for your dear sister."
Wen Xingsu frowned, unsure of what to say, and almost fled in embarrassnt.
After seeing him leave, Feng Yun slowly made her way back and sat down in front of Xiao Rong.
"The Qi Army has begun their siege, has the Princess heard? It seems your elder brother isn’t so concerned about your life or death, is he?"
Xiao Rong’s eyes reddened.
She no longer held the sa stature she had when first captured.
After being jostled around for so long, tired and hungry, her hair disheveled and clothes dirty, she barely managed to sit up straight, her entire body weak, her voice fading.
"Would you let go? I’ll take you back to Qi Country and help you, help you persuade my imperial brother to accept you into the palace..."
Feng Yun watched her feign calmness.
She laughed.
Having lived two lives, to her, girls as simple as Xiao Rong, who were like blank sheets of paper, could never hide their emotions.
She uttered a light "Oh," "And what would I do in the palace?"
Xiao Rong, unable to decipher her expression, appealed to her emotions.
"Of course it’s to serve my imperial brother. Although you were with Pei Jue, you are, after all, the daughter of the Feng Family of Xuzhou. My brother has actually reserved an honorable position for you and is willing to take you as his consort. Once in the palace, it’s feasible for you to beco an Imperial Concubine..."
Feng Yun curled her lips slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the naive Princess, an involuntary hint of amusent appearing.
"Since the Princess is so lenient toward , should I feel eternally grateful?"
Xiao Rong furrowed her brows, feeling that there was sothing unreal about her words.
She sensed the strange atmosphere, but everyone knew of Feng Yun’s affection for her brother, being in the palace to serve her brother, becoming his Imperial Concubine; Feng Shi Er Niang should be delighted, shouldn’t she?
"As long as you do not vie with Aying for the Empress’ title, I will stop disliking you in the future..."
Xiao Rong spoke slowly, watching Feng Yun silently adjust her cape, a pair of embroidered boots peeking out from under her skirt, swaying leisurely in a contented manner, and then added with firm certainty:
"And I will no longer let them speak ill of you. There’s also Aying; she’s been longing for your return all this ti, crying tears of sorrow every ti she speaks of your dishonor at the hands of an enemy commander... as long as you do not harm Aying, I won’t target you."
Feng Yun propped her hand against the corner of her eye, struggling to hold back laughter.
Indeed, everyone can only see the world as they perceive it.
The Feng Yun of the past, and the present Xiao Rong, weren’t much different; it was all a matter of perspective.
"The Princess is too kind, thinking so thoroughly on my behalf."
Feng Yun shifted towards the stove, leaning in to look into Xiao Rong’s eyes.
"Alas, I’m not interested in your imperial brother, what should I do? Not to ntion serving him, even if he were to kneel down and serve ... I would still despise him for being dirty."
"You, you..."
Xiao Rong was deeply shocked, struggling to accept it.
In Tai City, in Qi Country, Xiao San was admired and esteed as if he were a deity...
How could any maiden not feel inferior before Xiao San? Let alone now that he was an emperor?
Feng Shi Er Niang actually said the Emperor my brother is dirty?
Is this what they call envying what one cannot get?
Xiao Rong convinced himself, seeing Feng Yun’s indifferent expression, looking unclear in her intentions, he hesitated before asking again:
"Then what do you want? Money, jewels, servants, or sothing else? As long as you release , my imperial brother will give it to you."
Feng Yun smiled slightly, "Will he give up Qi Country’s territory?"
Xiao Rong turned white with fright.
"You, you wicked woman, have you lost your mind?"
Even with her spoiled and willful nature, she would never dare to utter such treasonous words so lightly.
How could Feng Shi Er Niang, a lady, brazenly demand a whole territory?
She couldn’t fathom Feng Yun at all.
Yet Feng Yun smiled pleasantly, appearing quite amused.
"If not even a re territory is of any concern, it seems your position in your imperial brother’s heart is just so."
Madwoman! Truly a madwoman.
Xiao Rong felt that this Feng Yun before her eyes was not the one she knew at all.
"You, you don’t want anything... just to humiliate , in revenge for the past, right?"
Feng Yun replied nonchalantly, "Your Highness is clever."
Xiao Rong was exhausted by her unpredictable tone.
She took a deep breath and called out to Feng Shi Er Niang.
"Please, if you want dead, just kill with one stroke, will you?"
Feng Yun looked at her expression, laughing so broadly her entire face lit up with radiance.
"Such a beautiful girl, with such delicate skin and tender flesh, wouldn’t it be a sha if you died?" She approached slowly, pinched Xiao Rong’s chin, a slight smile curving at her lips, the expression both cruel and alluring.
"Perhaps there’s another use for you?"
Sensing Xiao Rong trembling beneath her fingers, Feng Yun retained her composure, her eyes gentle yet smiling.
"To ruin your fine skin, peel off your face, then cut out your tongue, chop off your hands, gouge out your eyes, so you can neither talk nor see, and then send you to Tai City, throw you onto the street to fend for yourself, for people to gawk at..."
She seed to be getting excited, her eyes gleaming.
"At that ti, will your dear sister Feng Ying and your beloved Emperor brother recognize you? Will the noble ladies of Tai City still crowd around to praise you? I’m afraid they’ll shun you like the plague, disgusted even by an extra glance..."
Perverted.
Xiao Rong trembled all over as she listened.
But Feng Yun was deadly serious, speaking earnestly.
"Are you afraid? Well then, let’s do this: you write a letter to your imperial brother, asking him to exchange you for Feng Ying. If so, I’ll do just what I described, but to her instead of you."
"No!" Xiao Rong scread with a pale face, "Feng Yun, if you want to kill, then kill! You, don’t commit such base acts, or I won’t let you off even as a ghost..."
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow, "Silly princess. What’s so scary about ghosts? People are far scarier than ghosts..."
She smiled again, her eyes twinkling, "Your Highness gets on so well with Feng Ying, knowing you’ve been captured, she will surely agree to exchange for you, don’t you think?"
Xiao Rong, terrified, was left without any fight, her mouth trembling.
"Please don’t do this, Aying she is innocent..."
"It seems you still haven’t co to your senses."
After saying this, Feng Yun let go, glancing at her and then told the guards.
"Give her so food. Watch her closely."
The guards had heard it all.
Seeing the lady smile as she uttered such cruel words also made them inexplicably tense.
"At once."
Feng Yun left without looking back.
Xiao Rong collapsed to the floor, drenched in cold sweat.
It was too terrifying; Feng Twelve had gone mad, too terrifying...
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