"Don't work so hard in the future."
The gentle and husky voice was easily intoxicating.
Feng Yun hummed in acknowledgment, "I have a sense of proportion."
Pei Jue quietly watched her, without saying anything further.
-
When Feng Yun and Pei Jue arrived at Shiguan, Hou Zhun had just returned with a group of his men.
Encountering each other at the city gates, his men saw that Feng Yun was injured yet still came personally; they felt both guilty and helpless. They looked down, their eyes averted, their faces the picture of dejection.
Feng Yun was expressionless, simply asking Hou Zhun,
"Were there any injuries or deaths?"
Hou Zhun's gaze flickered as he apologized publicly.
"The enemy was numerous and well-prepared. Heeding the Princess's instructions, at the crucial moment, we chose to save lives rather than wealth and took a shortcut to escape. A few brothers were injured, but no one died..."