Feng Yun felt as if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water, freezing her in an instant.
"Has the king forgotten?"
Confronted with Pei Jue's sharp gaze, Feng Yun's thoughts sawed back and forth in her mind. Thinking of Queque, the pain of a lifetime transmitted, and her heart felt as if it were being sliced by a rusted dull knife, an indescribable sorrow.
"I suffered a fundamental injury from the poisoning last time... I won't be able to have children in this life..."
Pei Jue squatted down in front of her, looking straight into her eyes, the pads of his fingers resting on the back of her hand, as if carrying a layer of chill.
"Does Lady Yun wish it or not?"
Feng Yun's brow furrowed slightly, shivering in the cool breeze.
"Your Majesty, I don't like to suffer, not even the slightest bit."
To not give birth, nor wanting to.
She felt her answer was clear enough, but Pei Jue's eyes did not move away, as if fixed on her.
Feng Yun felt desolate.