The Slender Waist-Chapter 369 - 261 Blowing the Big Cow to Death

From the moment they met to now, even if they fought, they had never been as cold and awkward as this moment.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and the little warmth in Feng Yun’s heart faded away, leaving her face cold and icy.

"Tell me, what do you want? Maybe I can help you?"

"You help me?" Chunyu Yan’s lips curled up disdainfully, and he snorted coldly, "What kind of heart do you have, Feng Twelve? You never cared about me, have you ever cared whether I lived or died?"

"I’m not your mother, why should I care about your life and death..."

"If you wish, I can. Mother!"

"You..."

She was about to speak when Feng Yun suddenly realized the hidden meaning in his previous words.

"What kind of heart do I have?"

"What do you think?" Chunyu Yan approached her, lowered his head, and said in a very low voice, "You are ruthless enough to poison yourself, what would you do to others?"

Feng Yun suddenly lifted her head, her gaze changing slightly.

She had not expected that Chunyu Yan would have known about this all along.

"The Crown Prince is indeed cunning, and the Feng Family girl is inferior. What is your intention in bringing this up now?"

Chunyu Yan looked at her with a cold gaze.

He was about to explode with anger.

"Do you think I, the Princely Heir, would use this to threaten you?"

Feng Yun neither admitted nor denied it.

She just watched him, the corners of her eyes cold.

With a mocking tone, Chunyu Yan said, "You’re so angry, could it be that you’re still holding onto feelings for your old lover, wanting to return to Xiao San and Qi Country?"

He spoke again with cold sarcasm, as if he feared she wouldn’t understand.

"If Jin Country wins, Xiao San will surely ask for you, do you think Empress Dowager Li would agree?"

So everyone with clear eyes had seen it?

The three tests he proposed were extremely cunning.

"These are not things the Princely Heir should concern himself with." Feng Yun had no mood for verbal sparring, her tone indifferent, "The Princely Heir has his choices, and I have no right to blame you. Just don’t try to place your self-serving intentions on my head, I won’t accept your ’favor’..."

Her voice was not loud, but each word drew a clear boundary.

With people occasionally passing through the corridor, she had no time to entangle with him, and after speaking, she turned and walked away.

"Feng Twelve." Chunyu Yan gritted his teeth, watching her slender back, "Are we still in business together or not?"

Feng Yun’s back went stiff.

She paused for a moment, then slowly turned her head and stared at him.

"Not anymore."

She walked away quickly, with Sang Jiao and Yin You stepping aside obediently to let her pass before they looked helplessly back at their master,

Red-eyed, lips tightly compressed...

If he was not wearing a mask to hide his face, no one would know how frustrated he must be looking.

The Princely Heir was stubborn, but they hadn’t expected to meet one even more so.

She said she would not do business, so she wouldn’t...

And, she gave it up so freely. It was the one who couldn’t let go who was left clenching their fists in anger, feeling both enraged and powerless...

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In the beginning, the envoys from Jin didn’t realize the risk.

Li Sangruo openly stated his position even more.

"The Crown Prince of Yunchuan is my direct cousin, naturally I will side with him."

The Jin official in charge of the restoration was Shao Cheng, whose family has been cultured for generations. His grandfather was a famous master of painting and calligraphy, Shao Shiquan, and they owned two famous ancient painting shops in Central Capital.

Such prominent families usually have their own heritage and uniqueness in the restoration of paintings and calligraphy. Shao Cheng was also skilled in painting and calligraphy, so restoring a painting with the right materials was not a big challenge for him...

It can be said that Chunyu Yan’s challenge was very exquisite...

After all, Xiao Cheng’s "Records of Broken Objects" would not come out until the fifth year of the Zhengchu era.

In the world today, only a very few people were aware of Xiao Cheng’s extraordinary restoration skills.

He managed not to offend the Jin Dynasty and made both parties feel he was upholding their interests.

With such ingenuity, he would be unstoppable in the world of business.

Li Sangruo lazily leaned on the soft couch, "My dear courtiers, rest assured. So long as we win this round, two out of three is not a challenge. Then Xinzhou City will rightfully belong to Jin."

The envoys responded with flattery about the Empress Dowager’s wisdom, all in good spirits.

Pei Jue left without a word.

Feng Yun did not wait in the inner chamber and went back to her small eatery.

Wen Xingsu and Ao Qi were also there, the three of them gathered around a little red stove, chatting over tea.

"Uncle..." Ao Qi saw Pei Jue coming and hurriedly set down his tea cup and stood up.

Wen Xingsu also followed suit in paying his respects, but Feng Yun remained sitting there somewhat indolently, as if wrestling with herself about whether to stand up to "greet her husband."

"You stay seated," Pei Jue saw through her, pressing down her hand.

"Thank you, General," Feng Yun said, looking pale and unwell.

Pei Jue sat down, straightened his robe, and seemed to ask nonchalantly, "What do you think, who will win between Jin and Qi?"

The table fell silent.

With the outcome still undecided, this was a sensitive question.

Pei Jue, with his eyes cast down, slowly took a sip of tea.

"Speak freely."

Wen Xingsu stayed quiet for a moment, "Qi’s side."

This was an answer completely at odds with that of the Jin delegation.

Just now in the council hall, when people were discussing, Wen Xingsu didn’t utter a word; it is only here that he dares to speak more.

Pei Jue showed no reaction and turned his gaze towards Feng Yun.

"What does Lady Yun think?"

"Me?" Feng Yun and Wen Xingsu exchanged a glance.

"I believe in Big Brother."

Ao Qi, fearing his uncle might be upset, smiled awkwardly, "I think the chances of winning and losing are fifty-fifty, both sides have an opportunity, what do you say, uncle?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

What a little pug currying favor with his uncle.

Feng Yun glanced at this indecisive fellow.

Didn’t he just say that Jin Country would lose?

Pei Jue didn’t speak.

After a moment’s hesitation, he said to Ao Qi:

"You don’t need to stay in the council hall this afternoon, take a trip to the main camp."

Ao Qi’s throat tightened, feeling the pastries before him had lost their appeal. He clasped his hands together, "Yes..."

Then he asked, "Uncle, please give your orders."

Pei Jue raised his eyes, seemingly glancing at Wen Xingsu, and said indifferently:

"Tell Helian Qian, as well as the leaders of the six armies—the orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—to prepare for battle."

Ao Qi immediately felt a surge of fervor, "Understood! I will set off at once."

The implication in those words was very clear.

Xinzhou must not be lost.

Even if Jin Country were to lose, Pei Jue would not let Xinzhou fall.

Ao Qi grabbed two pieces of cake from the food tray and stuffed them into his chest before leaving abruptly.

Wen Xingsu remained silent.

Feng Yun also said nothing, her gentle gaze steadily on Pei Jue, her demeanor calm.

"Do you have confidence in Jin’s question, General?"

She remembered Ao Qi saying that nobody could surpass his uncle.

Pei Jue hummed indifferently.

That meant one loss, one win.

The key to victory or defeat now depended on Qi Country’s question.

And since Xiao Cheng was fully prepared, how could he present a question that favored Jin?

Feng Yun smiled lightly, "Let’s fill our stomachs first. So we won’t lose our appetite from too much heartache later."

Pei Jue looked down at her, with tumultuous emotions in his heart.

Wen Xingsu saw the interplay of their gazes and felt very uneasy sitting there, so he stood up and excused himself to leave.

Xiaoman, knowing what to do, followed him out and even closed the door behind them,

The area around them quieted down.

Only then did Pei Jue speak to her, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Feng Yun hadn’t thought much about it initially, her mind focused on the contest and guessing what question Qi Country would pose. Suddenly hearing his words, her ears turned hot, and she was reminded of last night’s incidents.

The scoundrel might appear unapproachable and aloof, but in private, he was thoroughly wicked.

On the carriage, he had already been somewhat aroused, barely controlling himself from committing that absurd act in public. After returning to the room and dismissing everyone, he didn’t wait for them to bathe before grabbing her hand and going at it, his member was so firm and large that her palm started to throb from holding it. She initially thought that would be enough to temporarily satisfy him, but unexpectedly, after her bath in the evening, she found him sitting on the bed waiting for her, with Jade Gates ointment beside him, intending to personally apply it to her.

Feng Yun couldn’t handle this...

Before the ointment was fully applied, her whole body began to tremble under his touch.

After much convincing, he used a cloth strip, and with much difficulty, they did it once. Exhausted, her back and waist ached, but he was still unsatisfied. From some restless annoyance, he buried his head and lifted her up, continuing until the fourth watch before stopping.

Feng Yun felt like her bones were falling apart, her entire being in a daze. When he carried her to wash, her consciousness blurred, her body limp, barely aware that he was attending to her, wiping her down, dressing her, tucking her into the blankets...

Afterward, she had strange dreams all night, all about that matter...

"I won’t do this next time," Pei Jue was not someone who couldn’t control himself, but last night he had taken her several times, admittedly a bit roughly and absurdly.

He sat next to Feng Yun, took her hand, and squeezed it. His expression revealed no emotion, but his voice and demeanor were subdued and carried a hint of consideration.

"Are you angry?"

"Nonsense." Feng Yun pulled her hand back, picked up a piece of cake by herself, and started to eat it slowly, chewing carefully, her voice lazy, "General, you took good care of me, and you’re even better at other things. I like it very much."

Pei Jue was rendered speechless by her block.

Feng Yun felt that her current attitude really made her seem like a bad girl. Was this her revenge for a past grudge? Letting him experience the feelings of insecurity and disarray.

Seeing her eating the food like a little mouse, ignoring him, Pei Jue picked up a piece of cake to feed her.

Feng Yun glanced at him, biting the cake slowly from his hand.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

One feeding, the other eating.

Perhaps they were sitting too close, their breath mingled. Feng Yun’s mind occasionally flashbacked to Pei Jue’s appearance the night before, his heavy breaths crashing in, fiercely dominating. And the image of him gasping heavily as he held onto her waist during climax, his eyes closed, his expression intensely sensual...

"Great General."

The shout from outside startled Feng Yun.

What was she thinking?

She quickly swallowed the cake in her mouth and coughed as she sat up straight.

Pei Jue softly patted her back, looking back unhappily.

"What is it?"

It was Zuo Zhong reporting.

"’Rivers and Mountains in Autumn’, Qi Country has completed the restoration."