"Qingyun?"
Qingyun immediately burst into tears.
"Your Highness," she sobbed. "I am here to beg for a favor."
Zhang Fengxi heaved a sigh.
"Qingyun, there is no need to kneel on the ground. Please rise."
"No," the young woman stubbornly said. "Your Highness, please hear me out first. I know that I am not worthy enough to even kneel in front of my master's coffin, let alone beg for his forgiveness.
I have disappointed him greatly in life, please let me atone for it. I am willing to dedicate my life to taking care of his grave for the rest of my life."
Zhang Fengxi gestured towards the guards, who, despite their initial hesitation, advanced towards Qingyun and gently lifted her to her feet. Qingyun let out a surprised yelp as she was effortlessly raised from the ground.
"Follow me."
Zhang Fengxi pushed the door open and marched past the gate.
