Li Sangruo’s face turned pale, not even a miscarriage or a fall down the wooden steps could compare to the shock and fear she felt at this mont.
Her brain seed to have stopped functioning, her heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of her chest, thumping wildly.
"Why would the Feng Family be in my clothes chest? Quick... go stop the General..."
With a loud bang!
The wooden door was kicked open from the outside.
How could a few servants stop Pei Jue’s Imperial Guard Camp? As if they were explicitly there to catch soone in the act, Pei Jue didn’t wait for permission, bursting straight in.
Two maids were frantically trying to untie Feng Yun, their actions panicked and hasty...
Feng Yun was curled up inside the clothes chest, her face completely void of color, her mouth stuffed with a wad of torn cloth, her hands bound behind her back with hemp rope, her dishevelled hair hanging down, covering her pale small face, without a glimr of light in her eyes.
Fragile, pitiable, barely hanging on to life...
"Lady!"
Ao Qi was shocked and angry.
"Uncle, it’s her! It’s her!"
Pei Jue cut in front of the others, waved a maid aside, and lifted Feng Yun out of the clothes chest.
"Lady Yun..."
The maid was so terrified that her face turned ashen, trembling and too scared to speak.
"What is the General doing?" Supported by the Palace Attendant, Li Sangruo walked over, her face filled with fury. Upon seeing the emaciated Feng Yun, she was so stunned that she could not speak.
She looked at her incredulously, her lips quivered for a long ti before she could exhale that breath.
"What is happening? Why is the Feng Family here?"
Pei Jue wrapped Feng Yun in his cloak, lightly nudging her forehead, then finally wrapped her securely in his arms and slowly turned around, eting Li Sangruo’s gaze.
"Your Highness, I would like to ask why my wife is here?"
Li Sangruo stepped back, her face a picture of astonishnt.
Looking around and not seeing Tang Shaogong, and then at Pei Jue’s cold, rciless face, she had done nothing wrong, yet she replied with a voice lacking confidence, her heart racing wildly.
"This concubine has no knowledge of why she is here, but as for the General, barging into my residence uninvited, who gave you such audacity..."
Pei Jue, unabashedly holding Feng Yun, approached without any regard for the propriety between sovereign and subject.
"Please give an explanation, Your Highness."
The window lattices were not closed, and a cold breeze suddenly gushed through, chilling Li Sangruo to the bone.
Li Sangruo felt cold.
Word by word, Pei Jue’s voice did not show anger but cut to the bone like a blade.
"You ask for an explanation, whom do I ask?" Li Sangruo was on the verge of madness, staring fixedly at the woman in Pei Jue’s arms. She saw her pale face, tightly shut eyes, and head leaning on Pei Jue’s arm, her breathing weak, a sight that was utterly shocking by the firelight.
Even with a thousand mouths, she could not clear herself.
Moreover, it seed Pei Jue was not interested in hearing any explanation.
He was rely using this opportunity to rightfully sever ties with the Li Family.
Li Sangruo sensed the danger and even felt she had fallen into a trap.
But more terrifying than this realization was that her opponent had anticipated the outco earlier, had already set the scene, leaving her indefensible.
This was Feng Yun’s conspiracy.
The most crucial part of this conspiracy was not the truth, but Pei Jue’s perception, Pei Jue’s emotions.
The side towards which his internal balance tipped would be the winner.
She had no chance to win, not simply because Feng Yun had set the trap and staged the scene, but also because Pei Jue’s eyes were blind, his heart biased...
He was heartless, so what could she use to win?
"Uncle Shaogong..."
Li Sangruo’s lips trembled, she cried out in despair, her voice shaking.
"Uncle Shaogong, where are you!?"
Tang Shaogong finally ca forward, and Li Sangruo instantly saw a lifeline.
"You tell , what in the world is going on?"
Tang Shaogong glanced at Pei Jue indifferently, bowed his head and cupped his hands.
"Why should the General be so upset? Wouldn’t it be better to wait for the lady to wake up before discussing it? Saving a life is of the utmost importance."
Pei Jue looked down at Feng Yun, then swept a cold glance towards Li Sangruo, his gaze swiftly changing from tender concern for Feng Yun to a bone-chilling coldness towards Li Sangruo in an instant.
"She better be unhard."
The door was pulled open, and then slamd shut with a clang.
Pei Jue walked away with Feng Yun in his arms.
Li Sangruo stood disbelievingly on the spot, shaking with anger, "Who is he angry with? He’s rebelling, he’s truly rebelling."
Tang Shaogong said sternly, ""Your Highness, be careful with your words."
Li Sangruo turned sharply to look at him, unable to contain her anger, "Did this concubine say anything wrong? Look at which subject acts as wildly as him..."
"Your Highness." Tang Shaogong lowered his head, gazing directly into Li Sangruo’s eyes, questioning in a low voice, ""Does Your Highness truly wish to drive the Great General to rebellion?"
Li Sangruo was taken aback.
Her confused and turbulent thoughts gradually cald down.
"Are you saying the General might truly rebel?"
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