The Slender Waist-Chapter 331 - 233: The Aftermath of Poison

Pei Jue was drenched in sweat as he returned to the main camp, only to discover that Feng Yun had been looking for him.

Zuo Zhong said, "General, do you want to go see her?"

Qian Sanniu, who now followed Pei Jue closely all day, heard this and said, "It’s getting late, and the General is tired. Why not rest first? I can go and ask the lady what it is she wants."

Pei Jue said, "No need."

Feng Yun never visited without good reason.

Since she had come, it must have been for something important.

He rode quickly to Chunmeng Hall, and saw that everyone in Feng Yun’s courtyard was asleep, except for the night watchman Ye Chuang, who, startled by Pei Jue’s shadow-like figure vaulting over the wall, drew his sword.

"General?" Ye Chuang relaxed his grip on his sword and let out a breath.

"How did you..."

He pointed first at the door, then at the wall.

Having a door and not using it, making an entrance like a sneaking lover. Was that appropriate?

"Just taking a shortcut," Pei Jue said, glancing at the quiet courtyard in the night breeze, " What does the lady want from me?"

Ye Chuang scratched his head. "Seems to be about something concerning Wei Zheng?"

He only had a partial understanding of the matter.

Feng Yun’s affairs were usually delegated to Ge Guang, Ge Yi, and other retainers. There was a distance when it came to him; it was not his place to be directly ordered around.

"Wei Zheng?" Pei Jue’s cold eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Chuang pondered and said, "Pang Gui, who serves closely by Wei Zheng’s side, came over. It seems that Luo Ji from the Wei Residence is having a miscarriage? Pang Gui couldn’t find his master... said he was retained overnight at Cuiyu by the Empress Dowager... This... heh, I can’t say for sure..."

He laughed, "Since when have the Superintendent Wei and our lady become so close... Maybe the General should ask the lady?"

Pei Jue gestured for him to step back and walked towards the room door.

There were servant girls to keep watch at night in Feng Yun’s room, but with Pei Jue’s Imperial Guard Camp present, she had no such requirement and always allowed them to go sleep peacefully.

Yet Daman or Xiaoman would always take turns keeping watch at night.

This time, Daman was sleeping in the outer room.

She slept directly on the floor with a blanket, fully clothed.

At the sound of a gentle knock, Daman opened her eyes. "Who is it?"

Pei Jue said, "Me."

Daman jolted upright, got dressed, and came out.

"The General is here..."

Without a word, Pei Jue brushed past her and went straight to the inner chamber.

Daman silently turned back to watch his tall figure disappear through the door, lowered her eyes, lay back down, and covered herself with the blanket, closing her eyes but not daring to fall asleep.

If there was a need for water in the room later, she would have to arrange it.

That was the duty of a servant girl.

No matter if frost falls or snow, whether it is clear or raining.

A servant is always a servant, and a master is always a master.

Born into a lowly station, there was no turning one’s fate around in a lifetime.

She wished she could be carefree like Xiaoman.

But she was born with the same blood as Feng Yun’s...

She was Feng Yun’s sister.

Oh heavens, how could she not be filled with scattered thoughts?

Daman buried her tears silently under the blanket, thinking to herself:

"The promise made to me, it must be kept..."

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Pei Jue’s footsteps were light.

The lamp in the room had long been extinguished. Pausing momentarily to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, he then walked over and lifted the mosquito net.

Feng Yun was curled up in the blanket, tightly holding onto a hand warmer, brows slightly furrowed, her face flushed hot, and the hair at her forehead damp with sweat.

She was grinding her teeth.

She was not sleeping peacefully.

Pei Jue reached out and delicately took the hand warmer away.

"Hmm..."

Feng Yun, perhaps dreaming of something that upset her, made a sound of grievance as she snatched the hand warmer back as if someone was taking away her treasured possession, pulling it back into the blanket and pressing against it, letting out a series of soft sobs.

Pei Jue’s throat felt dry. Standing still for a moment, he got up and went to the lavatory.

The cold was biting, no hot water was inside, and he didn’t call for anyone to attend to him. He washed himself quickly with cold water and returned to the room, dressed.

The warmth of the blanket was inviting, but he was cold, so he didn’t press close but draped one corner of the blanket over his waist, maintaining a distance from Feng Yun.

However, Feng Yun was a restless sleeper, and in a daze, she rolled towards him, pulling the blanket off his body.

Pei Jue: ...

He reached out to check her breathing.

She was indeed asleep.

He remained motionless.

Feng Yun’s body, heated by the hand warmer, was unpleasantly hot under the thick blanket. After writhing a couple of times, she made moist noises from her mouth.

"...Bad thing... not human..."

Even in her dreams, she was cursing someone.

But although the words were angry, her voice was soft and light. In the dark of night, it carried a trembling sound that eroded the soul, leaving one parched with longing.

Pei Jue turned to face her and kissed her cheek, asking in a husky voice:

"Lady Yun, who are you scolding?"

In her sleep, she somehow managed to respond.

"...A dog of a man."

"Hmm? Which one?"

"Pei Gou."

"Why scold him?"

"Dog..." She whimpered, "Oh, can’t have... can’t have..."

Pei Jue: ...

What kind of dream was this woman having?

Blurry with sleep, she seemed to sob softly, in utter disarray...