Zhang Fumin turned her eyes to Xiangli Fei, who had her gaze lowered in fear of Zhang Fumin.
"Go and talk to her, Big Sister… for me," Zhang Yuan's gentle voice whispered in her ear, urging her to take the step she had long avoided.
Sighing in her heart, Zhang Fumin walked to her and she is really not angry anymore since the whole reason she started hating the royal family was because of her mother's death.
Now that she is alive...
Zhang Fumin stopped just in front of her, and finally, with trembling hands, Xiangli Fei raised her gaze, her soft red eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. Her lips parted, but for a moment, no sound came out.
"U-Uh… Fumin," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zhang Fumin tilted her head slightly, her expression neutral but no longer cold. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked in a soft tone, her voice lacking the sharpness it had once held.