Today, snow was falling in West Capital City.
In the carriage that left the palace, draped in relentlessly dancing snowflakes, Feng Yun had not heard Pei Jue speak the entire way from Kaiyang Gate to the Pei Residence.
She had no inclination to speak either, her mind still swirling with thoughts of that letter...
How did it get leaked, and how did it end up in the hands of the Empress Dowager?
Feng Yun could not fathom the answers, and she resigned herself to a wry smile only when the carriage stopped.
"If Your Majesty wishes to speak, do so, and ask whatever you wish. There's no need to be so..."
Pei Jue glanced back at her, "Hungry?"
Feng Yun thought she had misheard and raised her eyes, "What did you say?"
Pei Jue said, "You ate little at breakfast."
Feng Yun, "That's because I was worried about how Your Majesty would protect me from being bullied..."
Pei Jue gazed at her intently, "Indeed, very clever."
