The Slender Waist-Chapter 390 - 279 Extremely Difficult_2

""Traveling to Xinzhou, I remember you came with a mission. How come, today Empress Dowager Li hasn’t kept you by her side?"

"Her..." Puyang Yi paused for a moment, her tone gaining a bit of humor, "she ate something bad, has been feeling quite unwell these past two days, and doesn’t want anyone accompanying her. So, I got to enjoy some comfort and ease, not having to follow her around all day, looking at that plain face as if I owe her money..."

Having grown familiar with Feng Yun, Puyang Yi dared to speak candidly.

Feng Yun smiled, "Where is the Empress Dowager unwell?"

Puyang Yi shook her head, "Who knows? I often see her vomiting, her complexion looking terribly ill; but... one could ask my great-uncle, he’s the one who took her pulse."

Her great-uncle was the Imperial Physician Puyang Li.

After sitting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Puyang Yi left with her entourage.

When Feng Yun returned to her room, apart from Daman and Xiaoman, there was no one else. The young alligator was dozing by the fire, its fur washed clean, and with the recent improvement in its diet, it seemed to have put on weight and grown stronger, its coat gleaming even more.

"Little one..."

Feng Yun leaned in, pondered the recent incident for a moment, and while stroking the alligator’s fur, read a book and thought things over.

Pei Jue was practicing in the yard.

Through an exquisitely carved latticed window, one could glimpse his tall figure, vague and indistinct in the night, the Biyong Sword in his hand as if brought to life. Each move, each form, like a dragon emerging from the water—agile and stern. Man and sword became one, filled with strength and beauty...

He seemed unaware of fatigue.

Again, and again.

Just how much energy did he have to exhaust?

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When Pei Jue came in, Feng Yun had already bathed and was sitting in front of the dressing mirror. Her black hair hung gently down, her nightclothes half-undone; she tilted her head, glanced to the side, checking the marks on her neck in the mirror, her entire figure unbelievably soft.

"Why aren’t you sleeping yet?" he asked.

Without turning her head, Feng Yun replied, "I’m not feeling well."

Pei Jue tensed slightly, then slowly approached to see her reflection in the mirror.

"What’s wrong?"

Feng Yun flicked a glance at him, "You tell me?"

Pei Jue lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the red marks below her neck, his eyes warming slightly, he then embraced her from the front, checked her forehead for fever, found none, and lowered his head to look into her eyes.

"What’s the discomfort? Should I call for Puyang Jiu to take a look?"

"No need..." Feng Yun hesitated, appearing somewhat distracted.

"I just feel a bit of palpitations and shortness of breath, nothing else. The medicine prescribed by Doctor Yao was quite good. Since leaving Andu, I haven’t seen Doctor Yao in a long time; I fear it might be an old ailment returning..."

The neighbor from Huaxi Changmen Academy, Doctor Yao Ru—Pei Jue knew of him.

He didn’t say much else, turned around, and went out.

When he came back, he told her, "I’ve sent someone to Andu to bring Doctor Yao over tonight."

Feng Yun gave a cry of surprise, her realization dawning belatedly.

"You, why are you so domineering?"

Pei Jue looked at her deeply, his dark eyes profound with an obvious scrutiny, yet he refrained from asking more, picked up a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom without calling for Qian Sanniu to serve him. After washing up and returning, Feng Yun was still in front of the dressing mirror, her brows furrowed with worry.

He walked up to her, "Let’s sleep."

Feng Yun looked at him with a somber face, her body tense, her red lips pursed.

"General, I have a question to ask..."

Pei Jue said calmly, "If you want to go, just go, no need for my consent."

Feng Yun was taken aback, then she realized what he was referring to.

"Does the General think I’m talking about tomorrow’s banquet?"

Pei Jue turned his head to look at her, silent, but his face seemed to ask, "Isn’t it?"

That expression made Feng Yun’s lips curl slightly, "I do want to go, but certainly not to see Xiao Cheng..."

She then wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him, "Isn’t it because I’m afraid the Empress Dowager Li would insist on keeping you?"

Pei Jue watched her pretend, suddenly bent down to lift her up, tilted her chin, and kissed her forcefully.

Feng Yun hadn’t finished speaking, somewhat unwilling, and lightly beat him.

The door was not bolted.

Daman and Xiaoman could come in at any moment...

But the man seemed to lose himself, kissing her until she was gasping for breath, before lifting her sideways onto the couch and entangling her passionately.

At first, she was still somewhat rational, but soon her body softened, her fingers crazily ran through his hair, trembling uncontrollably...

"I want you."

She didn’t say she wanted me, but you, that possessive and wilful emotion made Pei Jue’s eyes narrow slightly.

"Aren’t you uncomfortable?"

"It would be fine with the antidote." She placed her head on his neck, rubbing it weakly, and when she saw he didn’t move, she bit him angrily.

It was very petulant, her bite didn’t hurt, but Pei Jue couldn’t stand being teased by her, and kissed her to soothe her, "Wait."

This time he was very aware, without needing her to urge him he closed the door and found a strip of cloth, did not torture her too much, and released the raging beast from the jungle, frolicking in the mountains, and entangling in the secret brook.

However, the bitter fruit of being unprepared soon came.

It was extremely tough, Feng Yun’s entire body shook with tension, her eyebrows knitted tightly, constantly hitting him.

"It’ll be over soon, just a bit more." Pei Jue bowed his head to comfort her with a kiss, perspiration on his forehead, taking a good while before he hardened his heart, and amidst her low curses like a small beast, he finished with one final effort...

Feng Yun cried out faintly, her hands hanging down limply, no longer pulling at him, her body burning hot like something else.

"It seems... I really am running a fever."

"Hmm..." His eyes were bloodshot, she really was too hot for him to handle.

The lady of the night was exceptionally passionate, her warmth as if to melt him into it, clinging fiercely. He shook involuntarily twice before controlling himself, until she arched her neck and cried out senselessly again, calling him a bastard, and he pinned down her hands, fingers interlocking, giving himself to her with both desire and ferocity.

"My waist, my waist..."

Feng Yun replied vaguely, hearing him panting, shaking uncontrollably.

"Pei Jue... you’re going to be the death of me, like this..."

Her scolding was stuck in his throat, leaving only a hoarse moan.

The lamplight was dim, her vision gradually blurred.

In the surge of tide-like impacts, Feng Yun’s mind went blank, seeing only the Biyong Sword placed at the side of the couch, within its cold silver light, as if containing infinite power, piercing through the heart...