The Slender Waist-Chapter 332 - 233: The Aftermath of Poison_2

This alluring voice.

Pei Jue pressed the back of his hand against her forehead; the cold touch made her comfortably sigh in soft abandon, rolling over toward him.

Pei Jue grunted as she bumped into him, but she looked aggrieved. Seemingly intolerant of the chill from his body, she shivered and wrapped the blanket around herself, burrowing into his embrace.

Pei Jue wrapped his arm around her in one swift motion.

The woman’s skin was as soft and smooth as jade, making one’s hips tingle and bones soften even through the fabric.

"Lady Yun?"

The night was silent, their breaths intermingling.

Slowly, Pei Jue caressed her silky raven hair; he was nothing like the rumored cruel and violent King of Hell General, but rather the most tender of lovers...

Feng Yun was quiet for a moment before suddenly letting out a light moan, frowning as she lifted the blanket to grab Pei Jue’s hand.

Pei Jue thought she had awoken, brushed a strand of hair behind her neck, "Lady Yun?"

Feng Yun gave no answer but gnawed a couple of times. She pressed her small face to the palm of his hand, tenderly rubbed against it, and began to suck on his fingers.

Pei Jue sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

"Yun Yun."

Feng Yun was not awake.

She earnestly closed her eyes, gently bit him, pressing her tongue against his, slowly savoring, like a child.

"Let go. Yun Yun."

He whispered soothingly, his voice low and enchanting.

There was no sound from the person in his arms, but her legs now wrapped around his waist, pulling closer, as if she had found some delicious delicacy, contracting gently, wrapping snugly but not too tightly around him.

Pei Jue’s palm was large, much larger than hers; her small hands reaching for his only highlighted his prominent knuckles, full of strength. Callouses were clear on his fingertips, but she didn’t mind, instead repeatedly relishing the rough touch against her delicate skin, tickling as she rubbed, not with much force but almost enough to end Pei Jue.

He gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath.

Hands used to wielding weapons were never so sensitive before; an itch arising from unknown joints burrowed deep into his bones, his blood surged down his abdomen, feeling like it was about to swell and burst...

She was seemingly too greedy to let go, wrapping around him upon embracing him—rubbing against his body and making Pei Jue’s handsome face contort with intensity.

"Awake?"

"..."

"Feng Yun!"

"..."

The night was silent.

The faint friction sounds added a layer of romance.

Having abstained for several days, Pei Jue was already finding it difficult to endure. If it weren’t for his care for her delicate health, he wouldn’t have dragged Ao Qi to the training field to vent his frustrations and incidentally give him a sound thrashing.

The restrained desires, on viewing her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips looking unbearably frail, were no longer containable. He forcefully withdrew his hand, turning the tables as he pressed down upon her, looking into her eyes.

"Stop... stop it..." Feng Yun murmured with her eyes closed, "Let me sleep a while."

Pei Jue’s brows furrowed, his head slowly descending.

There was no kiss, but it seemed as though he was about to.

They rubbed their noses together, their lips almost touching, in a barely there caress. She whined softly, hugging him with an undeniable eagerness that almost made him lose control.

His eyes were bloodshot, his breath ragged.

All he could think about was intertwining intimately with her, like a cat scratching at his heart.

He felt stiflingly uncomfortable, wishing he could kill her.

Yet she truly fell asleep, completely unaware of the ferocious attack or how agonizingly restless the man beside her was...

Noticing that his body was gradually warming, she gave a satisfied sigh, found a comfortable spot to lean on, relaxed completely, and soon, her breathing extended into a long, steady rhythm...

Pei Jue’s gaze darkened.

His inner turmoil was like a fierce beast, his boiling blood racing chaotically within, yet facing his sweetly sleeping wife, he had no outlet for his release—

He’d have to ask Puyang Jiu, was this madness in a dream the aftermath of some lingering poison?

-

The next day, Feng Yun slept until dawn before waking up.

Despite harboring a stomach full of concerns, she found herself having slept surprisingly well, not dreaming at all in the latter half of the night and sleeping through until morning.

Had she really become that thick-skinned?

Daman and Xiaoman came to assist her with washing up, both remarking on her good complexion.

Feng Yun observed the weather outside, "Such a clear day."

Daman hesitated, "General came last night and left before dawn."

Feng Yun asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

She touched her neck, "No wonder. I thought I dreamed of him."

Xiaoman said, "My Lady has been grinding her teeth severely these past few days, often talking in her sleep."

Feng Yun felt a slight warmth in her ears and drank her tea feigning composure.

Daman glanced at her and glared at Xiaoman.

"Why aren’t you preparing the meal for My Lady yet? Always chattering."

Xiaoman stuck out her tongue and left with a giggly smile.

After breakfast, Ge Guang came to report.

"Last night, Pang Gui also visited, but since the Lady was asleep, he did not disturb her."

Feng Yun observed his expression, "What did he say?"

Ge Guang, usually a composed person, showed a hint of a smile as he spoke, "Pang Gui said he almost ’offered a sacrifice to the heavens.’ Fortunately, thanks to the Lady’s instruction, he was lucky enough to escape with his life."

Feng Yun smiled, "What does that have to do with me?"

Ge Guang said, "My Lady advised him to shout loudly so that more people could hear. Indeed, after his shout, everyone knew that Wei Zheng was at Cuiyu, that the Wei family was in trouble, and even Empress Dowager Li cares about saving face, she couldn’t just keep detaining him..."

Feng Yun chuckled softly.

She had told Pang Gui to shout loudly, confident that Li Sangruo wouldn’t take Wei Zheng’s life.

It was just to make Li Sangruo lose face even more.

What would one do with a young master of the Imperial Cavalry Division locked up in Cuiyu in the middle of the night? Having already drawn idle talk for presenting young and handsome men before the Emperor, to save face, they would have to release him.

Yet...

She furrowed her brows, "What does Empress Dowager Li want with Wei Zheng at the temporary palace?"

Ge Guang pondered, "Well... Pang Gui didn’t elaborate. He only said that he was grateful to My Lady, and that Wei Zheng would visit later to express his thanks."

No need for thanks.

As long as Wei Zheng didn’t blame her for spreading the false news of the miscarriage...

Actually, she was also taking a gamble.

She wasn’t sure if calling on Luo Yue would actually bring Wei Zheng to action.

Thinking of it, she felt the subtle and profound influence Luo Yue had on men was indeed effective; otherwise, how could a man like Wei Zheng be tamed?

Impressive indeed.

Feng Yun contemplated, "Keep an eye out, see if we can get any information from Pang Gui. I always feel there’s something unusual about this affair..."

Ge Guang acknowledged and left.

The peace negotiations were to begin tomorrow, and Feng Yun had originally planned to go to Mingquan Town to cause some trouble for the Feng Family.

But just as she was about to leave, Puyang Yi came looking for her.

The County Lord herself, without waiting for Feng Yun to come out to greet her, blithely entered on her own.

"This Chunmeng Hall is truly a wonderful place, it appears far more comfortable than the Cuiyu temporary palace, My Lady is quite capable, to live so comfortably wherever you are..."

Feng Yun gave her a bow.

"County Lord, spare me. Such jokes cannot be made. If they reach the ears of the Empress Dowager, it would mean death for me."

She spoke with a mixture of jest and seriousness.

"This house is not mine; it belonged to my elder brother who previously managed it in Xinzhou; it’s not due to my own abilities..."

Puyang Yi paused, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes.

"I often feel that you are a divine being, quite extraordinary."

Feng Yun smiled, "County Lord flatters me, please come inside?"

As she invited her in with a gesture of respect, Puyang Yi looked at her with a half-smile, unmoving.

"I am here today on an errand from the Empress Dowager."

Feng Yun said, "I recall the County Lord coming to Andu last time with the same purpose."

At her remark, Puyang Yi burst into laughter.

"The Empress Dowager wishes to summon My Lady to Cuiyu."

Feng Yun glanced at her, "What good fortune for a woman of the Feng Family to receive such favor from the Empress Dowager, and even have the County Lord personally deliver the message?"

"I’ve declined for you." Puyang Yi arched her eyebrows with a teasing smile, indicating a friendly gesture, "How will My Lady thank me?"