Feng Yun sneered, "So, are you saying I ruined your grand plan?"
Wen Xingsu said nothing, silently handing her the peeled pear.
Feng Yun did not take it.
He offered it again.
These days, his emotions had remained steady, dealing with everything meticulously. Apart from restricting her freedom of movement, he never forced Feng Yun into anything, as if he were still the caring older brother who cherished his sister.
He sighed, "I know I am flawed, but I want you to be well."
"Well, much appreciated." Feng Yun sneered.
Wen Xingsu remained unperturbed, set the pear aside, and wiped his hands.
"What about now?" Feng Yun looked at him and asked, "How do you plan to take Xinjing? Which puppet emperor are you grooming this time, or are you finally preparing to ascend the Dragon Throne yourself?"
Wen Xingsu calmly looked at her.
"Yaoyao, you're being unfair."
