The Slender Waist-Chapter 409 - 295: Deep Love Between Husband and Wife_2
Then she got up and left.
"Pei Jue, you stop right there!"
Feng Yun called him by his full name.
Pei Jue turned his head to look at her.
His eyes, dark as ancient wells, lacked any ripples of emotion, yet they were exceptionally cold and stern.
Feng Yun wasn’t frightened of him like she had been in her previous life, but when he stood in front of her so coldly and silently, she couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat.
"You speak."
Pei Jue, "You asked me to stop; wasn’t it you who wanted to speak?"
Feng Yun’s lips moved slightly, and for some reason, she suddenly found the situation somewhat amusing.
The two of them were like a petty married couple quibbling, neither willing to bow their heads or admit their faults, each wanting the other to speak first.
Recalling the way he had kicked open the door and rushed in, and thinking of his slightly panicked call, "Lady Yun," Feng Yun’s heart inexplicably softened. The strength she had been mustering and the spines she had put up slowly collapsed.
She let out a low hum.
"Which woman could speak when being stared at by such a handsome and distinguished gentleman? Aren’t you making this difficult for me?"
Pei Jue’s eyes twitched slightly. After standing still for a moment, he returned without a word, hooked up the curtain with a golden clasp, bent down to support her, and felt her back with his palm. Noticing a hint of sweat, he took a clean cloth and wiped it for her.
Feng Yun knew he was no longer angry.
This life’s Pei Gou was a little too easy to coax.
"What is this?"
She sighed softly, "You can’t even stand a few sweet words—I wonder how women would deceive you after I’m gone?"
Pei Jue lowered his head, gave her a cold glare, and clumsily wound up her long hair, securing it with a hairpin.
"Being sick, you should talk less nonsense."
Feng Yun leaned back lazily.
"Fine, I won’t talk. You do as you wish."
Pei Jue glanced at her sideways and put a soft pillow behind her back.
Feng Yun chuckled lightly, "I’m being very serious. I have no ulterior motives."
If it weren’t for that addition, it would have indeed been quite serious.
Pei Jue ignored her, "Sit properly. I’ll have someone bring the meals."
Feng Yun saw him turning to leave, reached out with both hands, and wrapped her arms around his lean waist, pressing her face against his back.
"Stay with me while I eat."
Pei Jue looked down at the soft, slender wrist, and after a long moment, unwound it forcefully, summoned the meal, and only after Feng Yun ate half a bowl slowly and grudgingly said no more, did he silently sit down.
"Why didn’t you tell me the truth and let me make the decision?"
Had he finally become willing to open his heart after all this stubbornness?
Feng Yun said, "Firstly, I wasn’t sure whether the fish would bite. Secondly, I didn’t know what decision the General would make. How could I inform you?"
Her fever had given her face an abnormal flush, and her eyes shone especially bright, like ripples on spring water; despite her seriousness, she seemed to harbor a thousand deep affections.
"If the General had known beforehand, he would have been my accomplice. Wouldn’t that force the General to make a decision?"
"How is it any different now?"
"It’s different," Feng Yun said softly. "Whatever I did, the General knew nothing about it, and you still had the chance to draw a clear line with me. With just a letter of divorce, no one could say anything about you..."
"Is that so?"
Pei Jue was motionless, gazing at her calm expression.
"Lady Yun had dug a hole; how could I not jump in?"
Feng Yun’s brows furrowed slightly as she tried to explain something. On second thought, when she had cast the wide net, Pei Jue, just like the others, may or may not have been caught, but indeed, he was one of the prey.
After pondering for a moment, her voice was hoarse as she said:
"I have no confidence in betting on a marriage of deep affection and shared adversity, let alone expecting the General to walk into the trap..."
Pei Jue looked at her coldly, "If I hadn’t come, how would you have freed yourself?"
Feng Yun fell silent.
There was indeed an element of gamble in her actions.
But her judgment was that Pei Jue would come.
Thinking about it now, this move was indeed risky; to dare to do so, she was truly mad.
Pei Jue bent down close, the sharp glint in his eyes fell on her face.
"If I hadn’t come, whom did you hope would come? Xiao Cheng or Chunyu Yan?"
Feng Yun’s form stiffened for a moment.
Then she laughed softly, looking back earnestly.
"Only you would come."
Pei Jue remained expressionless.
Feng Yun said, "Xiao Cheng has some affection for me, but he would not turn against Dajin the day after a pact is sealed, plunging Qi Country back into the whirlpool of war for my sake. Chunyu Yan is crafty and only seeks profit. He had known the design of the watchtower from the start yet kept silent, waiting until the situation was grave before stepping out to play the good guy, trying to please both sides. How could such a person barge into Li Sangruo’s room to look for me?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Pei Jue asked, "Then what kind of person am I?"
Feng Yun’s lips tightened slightly as she looked at his slightly reddened eyes, resting her forehead against his chin, and gently embraced him.
"My scoundrel of a husband."
Pei Jue’s face darkened.
With her clinging to him so closely, acting all sticky and boneless, she had always used this tactic to control him, leading him astray when his guard was down.
The anger was real, as was the hatred.
But when it came down to it, he just couldn’t bear to let her go.
"Stop bothering me," Pei Jue said looking down, "I’m ill; do anything now, and you’ll scold me for being a brute again."
Feng Yun looked up at him, still seeing the cold, indifferent man, but the awakening brute seemed tempting, so she shamelessly cuddled closer, laughing softly.
"Without doing anything, are you not a brute?"
The two looked at each other, a thousand emotions dancing in their eyes, their breath growing warm.
"Yes," Pei Jue’s palm stroked over her sweaty back, slowly pulling her closer, moving in, bearing down on her gaze.
"From today onward, Pei Jue shall be the ambitious thief who usurps a state, the shameless and despicable, no different from a brute, right?"
A twinge of pain crossed Feng Yun’s heart.
She had never heard Pei Jue speak like this before.
Overwhelmed with emotions, she couldn’t tell if it was guilt or something else. Her eyes glinted with laughter, stubbornly meeting his gaze.
"Then I shall be the thief’s wife from now on."
The heavy snow enveloped heaven and earth, Xinzhou City was a vast expanse of white, as if sealed in a wintry world.
As dawn approached, Tang Shaogong stood in the snowstorm, his wind-gown frozen stiff, finally awaiting the opening of Chunmeng Hall’s main door.
Zuo Zhong walked out with a tray in his hands.
On it were the memorial to the Empress Dowager and the removed official seal.
He glanced at Tang Shaogong and approached to perform a courtesy.
"Sir, please return. The General has removed his seal. He is no longer a minister of Dajin and dares not accept such a grand gesture from you anymore."
