The more Bi Yunyan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and she nearly burst into tears. Her little mouth was so pursed that three oil jars could have hung from it with room to spare.
Watching Fang Che's back, she desperately wanted to rush into his arms and have a good cry to vent her grievances, but she did not dare.
Feng Xue silently moved over.
Like a gentle Big Sister, she quietly put an arm around Bi Yunyan's shoulder and drew her into her embrace.
Gently stroking her hair, she asked softly, "Feeling wronged?"
Bi Yunyan pursed her lips and nodded lightly. Then she threw her arms around Feng Xue's waist, lowered her head, and leaned against her. At once, she felt a wave of gentleness and security.
"You were scolded, that's all. The ancestors weren't feeling good either, so just endure a few curses. Anyway, the ancestors know they used you as a punching bag today. You suffered an undeserved calamity, and they'll definitely compensate you later... You're still feeling wronged? This is something the other juniors in the Lineage could wish for until their necks grew long and still never obtain."
Feng Xue consoled her in a hushed voice.
"Mm."
Feng Xue's words made sense. Bi Yunyan saw reason, nodded heavily through her nasal sniffles, and rested her little head against Feng Xue's shoulder again.
She stayed quiet.
She had already begun wondering what benefit the ancestor would give her.
Feng Xue sighed and let her lean against her.
Although she was furious inside, she ultimately could not bring herself to be harsh with the little sister she had grown up alongside. She had to protect her.
Especially since, among the four princesses, Bi Yunyan ranked third only because of her Lineage. In terms of