She has a straightforward nature and is soone who cannot conceal her words. Usually in the Princess Residence, she does as she pleases, speaking her mind without any awareness of propriety between n and won.
Wen Xingsu, however, found it awkward and thanked her with a downcast gaze, "The County Lord is too generous with praise; I am not worthy."
Puyang Yi chuckled softly. Seeing the Feng Family standing there with dark expressions, she knew Feng Yun had family affairs to deal with. She turned her head and looked around, suddenly revealing a hint of surprise.
"Is that the council hall over there?"
Feng Yun replied, "Would the County Lord like to take a look?"
Puyang Yi nodded, "Yes, indeed. That’s exactly what I had in mind. Why don’t you talk, and I’ll take a walk around?"
Feng Yun smiled in response.
To have constructed such a council hall in a brief period, even though it was a joint effort of two countries, the credit was substantial, and even if Feng Yun wished to be modest, the craftsn likely wouldn’t allow it.
Indeed, a lot of clever ideas had been employed to make a simple structure appear so imposing and grand.
Puyang Yi was genuinely astonished by the architecture of the council hall and left with several servants in tow.
Feng Yun looked at Wen Xingsu, who seed to have sothing to say but was holding back, then glanced at Lady Chen and the others, with a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
"Did she trouble you again?"
Wen Xingsu sighed, "It is my own weakness."
Feng Yun remained silent.
Lady Chen was, after all, Wen Xingsu’s biological mother, so Feng Yun rarely spoke ill of her and Feng Ying in front of him.
Lady Chen’s feelings towards Wen Xingsu were sowhat complicated.
He was the child her forr husband left behind. To say she didn’t care would not be true; she was stricter with him than anyone else. From what Feng Yun had observed since childhood, Wen Xingsu had it tougher than the sons of noble families in the capital, otherwise, he would not have beco so accomplished in both letters and martial arts.
And among the reasons for this, besides the ancestral teachings of the Wen Family, were also Lady Chen’s harsh demands.
To say she cared, her concern for Wen Xingsu was far less than for her own three children, Feng Ying, Feng Liang, and Feng Zhen.
Especially the younger two, Feng Liang and Feng Zhen, whom Lady Chen spoiled to the point of being unruly, treating them like the apple of her eye...
Wen Xingsu’s dilemma was understood by Feng Yun.
"Just bla it on , elder brother..." he laughed again, "Whatever they say about you, just claim that I forced you."
Wen Xingsu looked at her, his voice warm but with a wry smile, "Am I, a grown man, unable to bear this? Should I push it onto a lady like you?"
Feng Yun didn’t answer and walked towards the eatery with a stern face.
By this ti, Nan Kui, Chai Ying, and others had co out, and so unsuspecting commoners were also gathered around to watch the excitent.
"Elder sister."
Feng Ying watched her approach with a stern face, quickly descended from the low stool, and tenderly greeted Feng Yun with a look of concern in her eyes.
"It’s been so long. How have you been over there?"
Feng Yun watched this face expressionlessly.
Separated by a lifeti, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity.
In her previous life, before her death, Feng Ying was no longer the image of innocence she had been at about ten—she beca more and more like her mother, Lady Chen. Sharp, malevolent, with every pore oozing with filth...
But at this mont, Feng Ying still appeared sowhat different from later on.
A pure little white flower, delicate and sweet, untouched by dust, speaking in a low, humble voice without showing off, always considering others in her words...
When in Tai City, every ti Feng Yun and Kong Yun’e were bullied, the person who ca forward to plead for them was always Feng Ying.
It seed like everyone, including Xiao Rong, wanted to protect Feng Ying. They bullied Feng Yun, partly because of Xiao San’s sake, to seem like they were standing up for the simple and kind-hearted Feng Ying...
Even in her past life, Feng Yun initially hated Lady Chen the most. Had it not been for her tragic death in Qi Palace, she probably wouldn’t have seen the cunning beneath that gentle and kind facade.
If Li Sangruo was a shalessly arrogant and cruel woman, then Feng Ying was truly vicious in a way that seed to return to simplicity, perfectly exemplifying the pinnacle of treachery.
"Elder sister?"
Feng Ying, seeing that she was being stared at continuously, with a foreign and sharp scrutiny on her face, and an unsettling sense of composure that felt oppressively piercing, as if she could see right through her.
"Father ntioned that you moved all the food from Yutangchun to Mingquan Town? Mother and I ca to have a look..."
Feng Ying, her heart racing from being scrutinized, put on a sweet smile in an attempt to show goodwill.
"Slling that familiar aroma, Azhen and Aliang were so eager that they couldn’t help themselves. They wanted to ask for so of the eatery’s food from elder sister and a misunderstanding arose."
Hah.
In just a few words, she smiled and re-frad the conflict to seem like "the younger siblings couldn’t get food from their sister’s store," wasn’t she telling the onlookers how petty Feng Yun was and how wronged they were?
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