Zhang Jingmiao came to find Fengyu after listening to Lin Yu Yan's words, her gaze evasive, not daring to look directly at Fengyu. Nervously, she said, "Fengyu, Yu Yan is looking for you. To... today she went too far; she wants to apologize to you."
Fang Lingjun burst into laughter. "Now, this is interesting—the sun rising from the west?"
"You... you better hurry and come with me." Zhang Jingmiao shouted anxiously.
"My legs hurt, I'm too lazy to move," Fengyu replied, her smile as gentle as warmth. "Lin Yu Yan's apology—I accept it. Please convey my words to her; there's no need for a face-to-face meeting."
Zhang Jingmiao hadn't expected Fengyu's refusal. "Her father is the Minister of War; don't be ungrateful and implicate your father."
Fang Lingjun slammed the table as she stood up. "General Wude defends the border, safeguarding the dynasty—I'd love to know what Lin the Minister, basking in luxury here in the Capital City, intends to do to him."
