The Slender Waist-Chapter 291 - 203 Foraging
The estate was spaciously constructed, accessed via a lengthy covered corridor that took a moment to traverse.
On the rain-drenched night, fortunately, Chunyu Yan lived sumptuously and exquisitely. The room Feng Yun stayed in was kept exceedingly warm, with a bronze incense burner and light warm bed curtains, the epitome of luxury.
Pei Jue glanced at the room, frowned, and placed her beside the couch, then began to strip off her wet clothes.
Feng Yun’s entire body was soaked through, yet she felt not cold but rather feverishly restless, her cheeks flushed a bright red. Yet in her petulant state, she didn’t want to comply with him.
"Pei Jue!"
She was both annoyed and uncomfortable, so vexed that she called his full name.
Pei Jue remained silent, his movements expert and fast, swiftly stripping the tender, milky-white beauty bare before tucking her into bed and wrapping her up tightly.
"I’ll go call someone to prepare the bathwater."
Feng Yun felt her cheeks burn, and her hands unsure where to rest.
It turned out she was the beast.
Pei Jue observed her huddled in the bedclothes, eyes reddened, before turning to open the door.
A few maidservants surged in.
Some carried water, others fetched clothes.
Chunyu Yan followed with a smirk, boldly ignoring Pei Jue’s presence, lavishing attention upon Feng Yun.
"Twelve, rise and bathe."
"The clothes are all brand new, see if you like them."
He had changed into a clean set of clothes, stood tall in the room, and confidently directed the maidservants, displaying the air of a male head of the household.
"If you don’t take good care of the lady, you will be held accountable."
The maidservants affirmed their tasks and hurriedly went to the washroom, adjusting scents and testing the water temperature for Feng Yun.
During her stay at the estate these past two days, Feng Yun was extremely well-cared for by Chunyu Yan’s maidservants, indeed comfortably so.
Chunyu Yan was a master who enjoyed pleasures; his servants were well-trained, adept at serving others, unlike those in her quarters, all accustomed to slackness...
"Thank you, Princely Heir." Behind the curtain, Feng Yun dared not rise, but she desperately needed a bath in orchid-infused water to relieve the discomfort and wash away the sudden thirst and strange, rising heat and itchiness...
Thus, she subtly reminded Pei Jue.
"I am going to bathe, General, please go wash and eat."
She told Pei Jue to leave but didn’t tell Chunyu Yan.
Because in her eyes, it was naturally expected that Chunyu Yan would leave without needing a reminder.
Yet, the words fell differently on the ears of the two men.
Pei Jue’s dark eyes suddenly turned icy, his expression darkening as if the entire world’s dreary rain was contained within it.
Chunyu Yan was exceedingly pleased, arrogantly lifted his chin, and gestured invitingly.
"I have arranged accommodations for Brother Wangzhi in the main courtyard, complete with beautiful servants to attend him. The day grows late; brother, take a hot bath, have some food, and rest early."
Pei Jue’s lips slightly pursed.
"Princely Heir is too kind. I will stay to take care of my wife. Please, if you will?"
The two were lawfully wedded, a proper husband and wife, so such a statement was appropriate. Anyone else would have left without a word.
But who was Chunyu Yan? When had he ever cared for face or reason?
"Did Brother Wangzhi not hear what Twelve said?"
He sneered and loftily watched Pei Jue.
"Staying in my estate, one must abide by my arrangements..."
Pei Jue’s eyes turned shadowy, "Really?"
Before his words were finished, his fists were already clenched.
Chunyu Yan had just had a fight with him and had not walked away unscathed; seeing Pei Jue’s stance, he stepped back.
"Pei Wangzhi, don’t push your luck."
Pei Jue said nothing, just stared at him and pointed to the door.
The atmosphere grew tense without reason.
As if a storm could erupt at any moment.
Feng Yun lay in the bed, feeling the escalating emergency, becoming more and more uncomfortable.
These were the signs of the aphrodisiac taking effect.
She couldn’t endure such torment and, holding back her discomfort, called the maidservants to help her, wrapped in her cloak, and proceeded to the washroom.
"You two continue quarreling..."
She entered with the maidservants.
Chunyu Yan felt a surge of anger.
"Usurping the host’s role, Pei Wangzhi, you are too presumptuous."
He felt uncomfortable if he wasn’t putting Pei Jue down.
"Do you really think that because of that sham of a grand wedding, Feng Twelve is truly yours? Have you asked for her opinion? Maybe she’d rather be with me!"
Pei Jue remained silent, with a dangerous aura and an expression so chill, more intimidating than during the brawl outside the estate, like a wild beast on the verge of eruption.
This time, he was truly angered.
Chunyu Yan sensed Pei Jue’s murderous intent but was unwilling to back down.
"When Feng Twelve faced danger, why did she come looking for me, not you? Has Brother Wangzhi not pondered this? In her heart, I am the one she trusts," he contested.
Pei Jue stiffened, his piercing gaze chilling.
A prolonged silence.
The atmosphere more terrifying than the fight itself.
Chunyu Yan’s lips curled, forming a mocking smirk.
"Brother Wangzhi, you have no idea what Twelve truly wants. You use your soldiers, your martial force to oppress her, forcefully taking her in Bingzhou without proper matchmaker or dowry, without her parents’ blessing, you’ve already degraded her. And tonight, you magnanimously let her choose Xiao San, which is yet another humiliation..."
