Feng Ying’s face burned hot, a bright red that was quite frightening; her eyes were filled with chill, yet her tone was terrifyingly calm.
"What does my elder sister need to do to dispel the resentnt in her heart?"
Feng Yun wiped her hands with a handkerchief, smiling faintly.
Feng Ying felt a bit of ringing in her ears, shook her head, and offered a bitter smile as she t her gaze, "Would another two slaps be enough? If not, then ten, twenty—as long as my elder sister can let go of the hatred and resolve the estrangent with our parents, even if I, Feng Ying, were beaten to death, what would it matter?"
"You’re mad!" Lady Chen rushed forward to embrace her daughter’s trembling body, wailing and crying to the heavens.
"Feng Jingteng, what are you standing there for? Not doing anything while she bullies Aying, do you, as a father, not care at all?"
Feng Jingteng closed his eyes, standing there distraught.
"Father needn’t be troubled." Feng Yun said with a nonchalant smile, "As I said before, if you hadn’t heartlessly hard , I wouldn’t have beco the glorious wife of a general. All this is thanks to you; your daughter is grateful in her heart."
Her cold, pleasant voice was confusing.
It was unclear whether she was serious or being sarcastic.
Even Wen Xingsu, who was close to her, couldn’t see through her anymore.
"As a father, you were just confused about matters between n and won; while the first wife was alive, you had illicit relations with a widow to father a daughter, and after the first wife died, you married your concubine. But at the least, you didn’t let starve or freeze, and you raised , didn’t you?" Feng Yun said with a smile that was not quite a smile.
In everyone’s gaze, she made yet another inconceivable action.
She stepped past Lady Chen and Feng Ying, approached Feng Jingteng, who was rosy-cheeked with sha, and bowed to him.
"Father, please accept a curtsy from your daughter."
Feng Jingteng didn’t know what she intended to do.
Feeling awkward and powerless, he watched her.
"Shi’er Niang, through these years, your father didn’t realize your resentnt was so deep..."
Didn’t know? Or didn’t want to know?
Feng Yun slightly curved her lips, "Father needn’t think too much. Just now, your daughter was montarily angry, rely venting her dissatisfaction from the day you abandoned the city and your daughter. But what grievances could possibly last overnight between father and daughter? I have hit the person, the anger has dissipated, let’s just let it pass."
Feng Jingteng was stunned.
The crowd also froze.
Only Feng Yun looked very serious; her voice was husky, and the corners of her eyes were reddened, slightly curved, carrying wet, shimring tears, making her seem more aggrieved than Feng Ying.
"After all, it’s all family affairs. Whatever conflicts we have, as father and daughter we can just close the door and sort them out. Let’s not allow the Feng Family’s dostic issues to affect the country’s matters of peace. What do you say, Father?"
Feng Jingteng ca to understand.
She was offering him a way out to avoid giving Pei Jue trouble, hence the proposal.
By framing it as "family affairs," they could smooth over the conflict of the day, preventing others from gripping onto a handle against them.
And this offer was exactly what he needed.
The matter of fleeing the city had been left unaccounted for since the Emperor took over, with all the cris and faults pushed onto the Emperor of Yanping, yet he still felt ashad.
If the conflict escalated and affected the peace agreent, regardless of others, even the Great General would not let him off easily...
"Exactly, exactly, Ayun speaks the truth."
Feng Jingteng bent down to lift his daughter, consolingly saying:
"Shi’er Niang, you understand the greater good so deeply, your father is truly... ashad!"
As he spoke of sha, he bowed his head and sighed deeply. The tone he used was laden with lancholy.
Feng Yun watched him motionlessly, her eyes curving up.
"Father needn’t feel ashad; in the future, your daughter will repay you well."
Looking into her eyes, Feng Jingteng felt a chill down his spine.
Yet, murmurs of sympathy arose from the crowd, praising Feng Shi Er Niang for her righteousness and decorum, and the Feng Family for raising a good daughter.
Lady Chen was livid.
She held Feng Ying, who knelt on the ground, her face filled with shock and disbelief...
Her Aying knelt down in public, was slapped three tis by Feng Yun. Azhen and Aliang cried loudly by the side.
Feng Jingteng had just shown fatherly affection with Feng Shi Er Niang?
Where did he leave her and the others?
And the onlookers, were they all blind?
The one who struck the blows, how co she still has the upper hand?
-
When Ye Chuang turned back, Pei Jue’s figure was no longer seen in the crowd.
He didn’t know when the Great General had arrived or when he had left; he scratched his head, sowhat puzzled.
Lin Zhuo had watched Feng Yun’s beating with great excitent, his face was flushed with exhilaration. Seeing Ye Chuang’s expression, he found it strange.
"What’s the matter?"
Ye Chuang thought about Pei Jue’s stern face and shook his head.
"Nothing."
Love and hate are both impossible to hide.
But Feng Yun was learning.
She spoke to Feng Jingteng in a soft, sweet voice as he left, and repeatedly apologized and thanked the people. Only after the crowd dispersed did she retract the smile from her face, slowly shaking her skirt as she headed towards the eatery.
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