Feng Yun returned to the camp from Dan Prefecture, but Pei Jue was not in the barracks.
She instructed Xiaoman to prepare water for her to bathe and change into fresh clothes. After a long and comfortable cleansing, she had just finished tidying herself up and was about to wring out her long hair when Pei Jue came in.
His footsteps echoed heavily, and his brows carried a faint chill.
Feng Yun glanced at him. "You're back?"
Pei Jue softly hummed in acknowledgment, touched her damp, jet-black hair, and took the towel from Xiaoman's hands.
"You may go."
Xiaoman bowed and glanced at Feng Yun. "Understood."
Feng Yun noticed her unease and added with a gentle smile, "You don't need to come over tonight."
Xiaoman's steps faltered. "Yes, ma'am."
In reality, ever since Zuo Zhong had been promoted, Xiaoman could have stopped serving Feng Yun directly. Staying comfortably in the capital as the wife of a general was enviable enough.
