Guan Wei said, that "Beauty in a Jar" looks very similar to Daqi's Consort Xian.
Feng Yun listened to her description, and her heart skipped a beat.
She thought of Feng Ying's malicious face that day, her spine tingled, and without a word, she went to find Chunyu Yan.
Chunyu Yan's residence had been renovated again.
During the beginning of summer, he had just moved in.
The couplets on the doors were still fresh, everything was brand new.
When he saw Feng Yun's face brimming with anger, even his smile seemed renewed.
Without the mask to hide, the young ladies and brides of Huaxi were utterly captivated by him, dizzy in batches, making it hard for the young men to marry. Yet Chunyu Yan felt his breathing exceptionally free.
"Feng Shi Er, are you here to seek death again?"
Feng Yun thought he was due for a beating.
She sat down, poured herself a cup of cold tea from his desk, wetted her throat, calmed herself, and then mentioned the matter about Feng Ying.
