The Young Emperor was critically ill, the political situation in Central Capital was unclear, victoriously returning from the campaign, end-of-year reporting, taking a disabled father home...
This was a journey Pei Jue had to undertake no matter what.
The unknown future was indeed real.
During this departure from the capital for peace talks, state affairs were in the hands of Prime Minister Li Zongxun, acting as the proxy; he would undoubtedly be the first to know about the Young Emperor's illness. He would not stand by and do nothing.
Perhaps Central Capital was already set with its trap...
Feng Yun's eyes were half-closed, pondering the upheaval in Central Capital, with not a trace of expression on her face. The hand that Pei Jue was using to twist her hair tightened slightly, causing her pain, which made her hiss and turn her head.
"Be gentle," she said.
Pei Jue looked at her without making a sound.