Feng Yun had no personal animosity toward Cui Zhi, and even though she was Li Sangruo's niece, she wouldn't take it out on her.
A girl in her teens, how much could she understand...
She would feel sympathy for her, just like Wen Hui and the others did.
But that was all.
"County Lord," she helped the weeping Puyang Yi to her feet, "you should go to the Grand Princess, her word... carries more weight than mine..."
Puyang Yi shook her head, sobbing as she inhaled sharply.
"Mother refuses... and won't let me intervene... Lady Yun, no one else can help her."
Feng Yun said, "I can't help, and I won't help."
Her clear refusal dealt a heavy blow to Puyang Yi, and her tears fell uncontrollably like pearls off a string.
"Why, why must they be so cruel, when Azhi clearly hasn't done anything wrong..."
Feng Yun gently stroked her back and said indifferently, "County Lord is kind-hearted. You wish to lend a hand to anyone in trouble, which I admire and appreciate..."