It was a sunny day.
When the sun comes out in winter, there's always a hint of joy. However, she was dressed in mourning clothes, her veil pure white, and her whole person as thin as a paper, fluttering in the wind like a trembling gauze, looking somber.
"Sister, how have you been?"
Feng Yun couldn't help but smile upon seeing her.
If Feng Ying hadn't come, she would almost have forgotten.
She and Wen Xingsu were truly siblings, both having crawled out of Lady Chen's womb.
"Why is Consort Xian not enjoying her noble life at Qi Palace, but coming to flaunt her power in front of me?"
"Mother is dead." Feng Ying still spoke softly, with no emotion detectable in her voice, yet hatred was clearly etched in her tone, even her breath was filled with loathing.
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Is that so?"
"She died in the dungeon, took her own life."
Feng Yun didn't expect Xiao San to do such a thing.
But as for sympathy, naturally, there was none.
