The Slender Waist-Chapter 531 - 380: Careful Planning

The Marchioness stood there, stunned.

How could that be possible?

"Originally, when he had that secret meeting with Yang Sanniang, I saw it with my own eyes..."

The carriage stopped at the door, and that little slut welcomed him inside.

Although I didn’t see them rolling in the same quilt, in the dead of night, a lone man and a single woman meeting up, what else could they have been doing?

The Marchioness blurted out her words; seeing that Feng Yun had not said anything, she realized she had misspoken and chuckled awkwardly, "I’ve made the Princess laughed."

In order to ensure that her husband had an heir, she had to compromise.

Feng Yun curled up the corners of her mouth and said indifferently:

"I understand everything you’ve said, Marchioness. You should go back for now, and when there is some clue from the Governor’s Office, it will not be too late to discuss further. Also, with such a big issue, the Marchioness should think it over carefully before making a decision."

The Marchioness of Xuanping left with red eyes after being half cajoled, half persuaded by Feng Yun.

Feng Yun, watching her sorrow-stricken demeanor, didn’t know whether to feel sympathy, pity, or to curse silently for her lack of backbone.

After sending her off, Feng Yun returned to her room and saw Qian Sanniu coming with Pei Jue’s lightweight armor.

She asked, "Is the Great King going out?"

Qian Sanniu looked at her and said with a salute, "The Great King said he wanted to walk around Xiufeng Mountain."

Feng Yun took the lightweight armor from his hands.

"You may leave now."

Qian Sanniu saluted and took his leave.

When Feng Yun entered holding the clothes, Pei Jue had just come out from his bath, his hair full of moisture, not yet dried, his snow-white robe slightly opened, revealing a solid expanse of chest.

Her mind still filled with the image of the Marchioness close to tears, Feng Yun was distracted and silent, and walked over to silently help Pei Jue dress.

Pei Jue noticed her mood.

"Unhappy?"

Feng Yun looked up, "No."

Pei Jue pursed his lips, letting her help him put on the armor. Then he flexed his arms and straightened his shoulders, saying, "See, my wounds have mostly healed."

Feng Yun hummed, bowed her head to adjust his belt, looking less than enthusiastic.

Pei Jue suddenly leaned forward, trying to get a clear look at her expression.

"I’ll be back in a couple of days."

Feng Yun replied indifferently, "I know. The Great King wants to go to Xiufeng Mountain to try and subdue that group of bandits."

After such a long siege without an attack, Feng Yun knew Pei Jue intended to subjugate rather than exterminate them.

Otherwise, he would not have delayed until this time.

It was precisely because he had delayed for so long that the people trapped on the mountain were reaching their limits. Pei Jue’s decision to "brave his illness" and go there now couldn’t be more timely.

If it were her, she would do the same.

She just regretted slightly that such a resilient force was not at her disposal - it seemed like a waste. It was not at all that she was sulking out of worry, as Pei Jue might have thought...

Pei Jue looked at her.

In such a hot season, her cheeks were somewhat pale, while he, having donned the lightweight armor, was already sweating.

Pei Jue touched her hand.

"So cold?"

If she wasn’t angry, then she must be sick.

He frowned, "Is something not feeling well?"

Feng Yun shook her head, "My period has come, nothing else... "

Pei Jue nodded slightly, a fleeting look of disappointment crossing his face.

But Feng Yun was busy tugging at the hem of her robe and missed his expression.

"Then you should take good care and rest. Later, I’ll have Puyang Jiu come and take your Ping’an pulse."

Feng Yun laughed softly, "I’m not that frail."

Even if Puyang Jiu was a physician, he was still a man.

Going from checking one’s menstrual cycle to being concerned about intimate matters, he was nearly acting like an imperial eunuch.

She thought Pei Jue was just speaking metaphorically, but as soon as he had left, Puyang Jiu arrived, full of zeal.

"Wangzhi has asked me to take the Marchioness’ Ping’an pulse, let me have a look..."

He thought Feng Yun was pregnant, which is why Pei Jue had such a serious expression and had told him to pay extra attention to Feng Yun’s health.

But as it turned out...

It was just her period.

Is it really necessary?

Puyang Jiu didn’t prescribe any medicine but advised Feng Yun to take care of her health and avoid raw and cold foods, then left with his medicine chest.

Just as he stepped out, he suddenly realized something.

Did Pei Wangzhi want a child?

He looked back at Feng Yun’s room door and sighed.

-

On the second day after Pei Jue left, close to noon, people from Yangxin Restaurant braved the scorching sun to come over.

The leader was Dong Bai, a Huangmen (eunuch) serving under Yuan Shangyi.

He said that today he received items sent by the Empress Dowager from Xijing, and there were several gifts for the lady, and the Emperor had ordered him to deliver them immediately.

Xiaoman looked curiously at those exquisite palace items, her eyes wide open.

"Dong Gonggong, what are all these?"

Dong Bai smiled broadly and bowed to Feng Yun.

"The lady will know once she has looked."