The Slender Waist-Chapter 367 - 259: At All Costs_2

Hmph! Pei Jue rarely hears Feng Yun praise him.

In the land of tender passions, a hero is intoxicated, and beneath his touch is soft, fragrant flesh. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer, his hand reaching out, feeling her whimper, his mind slightly stirred.

"Does it still hurt?"

His voice was low and husky, his breath falling on Feng Yun’s ear.

Her heartbeat quickened dramatically, her eyes cast down as she shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt anymore..."

Pei Jue’s dark eyes blazed as if there was a wildfire inside, he gently lifted her skirt, separating her long legs, allowing her to sit on top of him, their bodies pressing against each other through the layers of their clothes.

"How about this?"

"It hurts..."

He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"So delicate."

"It’s your fault for being that way..." she dragged out her words, sounding more sultry than before, her arms wrapping around his neck while she rubbed against him with rustling whispers, her voice low, "The earlier words of the General were very pleasing to me, how about I reward you tonight?"

Pei Jue’s face darkened, and his arms tightened around her.

It was as if he had the strength to strangle her.

The sweet nothings were all for outward show, said for others to hear. In private, very few of his words were pleasant, and even in proper speech, he couldn’t help but provoke him with the word "reward."

"The General is unwilling?"

Pei Jue’s eyes were cold and unyielding, fixated on her.

Like a beast caught in a trap, he had fallen into her snare, and all his struggling was in vain.

Without a word, he lifted her soft waist and hips unmercifully.

Feng Yun was shaken to her core by his force.

She let out a low cry.

Was he not going to show any mercy?

This was happening in a carriage after all.

"The General has learned to be bad... so bold."

Pei Jue gazed at her, "Lady Yun asked for this."

Those dark eyes were deep and merciless, his voice hoarse as if suppressing a great torment, ready to tear her apart on the spot, fierce in his desire.

Feng Yun’s skin bristled, she glanced at the swaying curtains and shrank back.

"Are you sure you want to do this here, General? Aren’t you afraid others will hear and denounce you for debauchery?"

Others would denounce him even if they didn’t hear.

Who did not know that Pei Jue had been bewitched by a vixen?

Feng Yun was a bit frightened by his gaze.

The shadow of the last time lingered; he had been so ferocious. She had suffered greatly, and the thought alone made her falter.

"The medicine the Puyang Medical Officer gave is still necessary, it’s quite inconvenient. I beg the General to be merciful..."

As she spoke softly, the hand on her waist tightened further. Pei Jue bowed his head as if to say something. She looked into his eyes and turned her head away, her earlobe then captured by his lips, bitten gently and followed by a trail down her neck and collarbone, wreaking havoc on her skin...

Feng Yun trembled.

Clasped in a most indecent posture, she dared not make a sound, only biting down hard on her lower lip...

Her emotions began to spread from that single point...

Underneath Pei Jue’s scrupulous exterior lay some wickedness.

He indeed had some tricks up his sleeve. She was left with tingling skin and a racing heart, disoriented in no time, grasping his arm frantically, shaking her head, barely able to endure.

"General, won’t the Empress Dowager summon you to Cuiyu later?"

He said he wouldn’t go, but Li Sangruo wouldn’t let him off.

Besides, they were sure to discuss the test questions in the evening.

"It doesn’t matter if I don’t go." Pei Jue lowered his head to kiss her, "Offending her is inevitable."

Feng Yun was startled, her legs tightly pressed together, "Stop it..."

"I’ll stop." He ultimately did nothing more, merely half-coaxed and half-forced her to sit still, nudging her shallowly a few times, until the thin layer of clothing between them was almost no longer decent.

Her skirt hung in disarray by her side, like a bloom at its peak, crushed by his touch. Clotheder in their clothes, they found secret intimacy, rocking provocatively under the jolts of the carriage...

-

The next day, Li Sangruo dressed even more beautifully, as if intent on outshining others, in a deep red-purple dress, with a lofty hairstyle and swinging hairpins, wearing a long, smoke-red skirt trailing on the ground. Two servant girls attended to her, her makeup fresh like the morning glow, a floral decal on her forehead, noble and icy in her allure.

Indeed, an envoy was quick to flatter her.

"Your Highness is peerlessly resplendent."

Li Sangruo knew she was beautiful, gently touching her hairpin and smiling slightly, just about to speak, when she heard a low conversation outside the door.

"Look quickly, the General’s wife has come."

It was two guards from Qi Country, passing in front of the door, containing their chatter.

"She’s truly beautiful."

"Why did His Majesty not take her instead of Mrs. Feng?"

"The Great General indeed has an eye for beauty..."

Li Sangruo’s palms clenched slightly as she pretended to casually lower her head to sip her tea while her eyes narrowed.

"Are the questions from Qi Country submitted yet?"

It was agreed yesterday that both sides would hand their questions to a mediator, exchange them through envoys for verification, and finally, let the Crown Prince of Yunchuan announce them.

Chen Xi said, "This servant does not know."

Li Sangruo’s face changed instantly.

"Useless in every way, what do I need you for? Go kneel at the gate and don’t bother me."

"Yes." At times like these, Chen Xi felt a profound longing for Eunuch Fang.

He bowed and exited, to see Feng Yun walk in from the entrance of the council hall.

Without the General by her side, she wore a smile, composed and serene.

Such beauty could truly be considered ravishing, couldn’t it?

Chen Xi sighed inwardly and knelt at the gateway, head bowed.

Feng Yun glanced over, unaware that he was being punished because of her, and continued walking without halting her steps; the "H" shaped corridor offered little privacy, allowing one to see the person opposite at a glance.

Feng Jingteng stood in the corridor with a face full of affection, holding a food box in his hand, and he eagerly approached upon seeing her.

"Shi’er Niang."

Feng Yun stopped, looking at him.

Feng Jingteng noticed her unfriendly gaze and forced a smile with some unease.

"I heard you caught a cold recently, and you’re not feeling well. This is the ginseng soup your mother cooked..."

Feng Yun glanced at him, "My mother has long since passed away."

Feng Jingteng, embarrassed, "Stepmother."

"Isn’t Lady Chen someone who never cooks?" Feng Yun asked. "There are no strangers here; there’s no need to pretend father-daughter affection. If you have something to say, just speak plainly."

Feng Jingteng spoke in hushed tones, "The test question from Jin..."

Feng Yun laughed before he could finish, her eyes gleaming with amazement, "Didn’t you send me out of the city without mentioning that I was to go to the Jin Camp as a spy? To be a mole?"

Feng Jingteng’s face turned beet red.

"Do you still resent your father?"

Feng Yun chuckled, "I find you pitiable. At the Feng Family you have no voice, and at the Imperial Court, you rely on currying favor with your uncle just to have a seat at the table. Now, with the peace negotiation between the two countries, you have the nerve to come begging to a daughter you discarded, how heartbreaking..."

Feng Jingteng said, "Regarding the Andu affair, father was also compelled..."

Feng Yun gave an ’Oh’ and smiled sweetly.

"Then father might as well tell me, what is the question from Qi Country?"

Feng Jingteng did not expect her to be so direct.

"Such major matters are personally drafted by your uncle and His Majesty, how would they tell me?"

Feng Yun said, "If father wants to claim credit on my behalf, why not think carefully? Even your uncle doesn’t tell you such confidential matters, how would Jin Country tell me, a person from Qi?"

"That..." Feng Jingteng found her argument reasonable.

Feng Yun said, "Father, you should think more. Otherwise, even if you reach the top as Governor, any hope for promotion would still depend on connections through women, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?"

Feng Jingteng was so humiliated by her words that he couldn’t stand straight,

Her words were embarrassing, yet they were true.

Feng Yun said, "Although I do not know the questions from either side, I do know that for today’s test, even if one knew the questions in advance, it would be utterly useless."

Questions meant for a contest of wits need improvisation; what use would prepared answers be?

Feng Jingteng stood there looking foolish.

He had not anticipated being lectured by his daughter today.

Nor had he expected that, after being lectured, he wouldn’t even be able to draw a deep breath.

Feng Yun gave him a penetrating look, then turned and walked away.

Ao Qi stood outside of the hearing chamber, watching her from a distance.

Only when she approached did he ask, "What did your father say to you?"

Feng Yun, "He asked me to leak the questions."

Ao Qi was taken aback and chuckled lightly, "The questions from our court, even if the Qi people knew them, I’m afraid they wouldn’t be able to get past them."

Feng Yun glanced at him sideways, "You know the questions?"

"Of course." Ao Qi smiled mysteriously, "Under the vast sky, only my uncle can win this game."