The Slender Waist-Chapter 565 - 403: Burning the Midnight Oil_3
The sound had barely faded when the Crown Prince of Yunchuan, who had walked away with a flick of his sleeve, stopped in his tracks.
"Sang Jiao."
Sang Jiao responded and walked up to Xiaoman with a shy smile, bent down to take the food box, expressed his thanks, and then followed his master.
Back at Yun Village, Sang Jiao looked at Chunyu Yan, who was expressionless, and then down at the item in his hands, asking softly, "Princely Heir doesn’t like chicken wings, so... perhaps they could be given to us?"
Chunyu Yan hissed and turned back half-closing his eyes.
"Why do I find that you and Yin You have become bolder recently?"
Sang Jiao quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.
"It is because the Princely Heir is magnanimous that a humble one like me dares to joke so."
"Hmph!" Chunyu Yan said coldly, "Well said, now prepare for a slap."
Then he snatched the food box from Sang Jiao’s hand and strode away.
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Changmen.
The night was as bright as day.
The night was already deep, yet Feng Yun and Pei Jue were still at work in the study, laboring by the lamplight.
On the wooden desk, laid out, were Feng Yun’s pages and pages of documentation on the excavation of the canal, densely packed with writing...
"I’ve consulted many texts, and these are all I can think of now. Your Majesty can take them to the Capital Water Authority for reference, to see if they can provide any inspiration."
Feng Yun said modestly.
Pei Jue glanced at her, a deep look in his eyes.
"They are not as thorough as you."
With that, he instructed Jiu You to present the blueprints, which were spread out before Feng Yun.
"This is what the Capital Water Authority has drawn."
Feng Yun had not expected him to bring his work home specifically for her to review. Such consideration was rare in both her past and present life.
She lifted her brows, deeply looked at Pei Jue, unrolled the blueprints, and scrutinized them closely.
The Capital Water Authority, responsible for water management with skilled officials, had created a map that was more precise in its measurements and detailed than Feng Yun’s written work.
Feng Yun protested, "Clearly, they are better than me."
Pei Jue shook his head, "Lady Yun’s virtue lies in the simplicity and practicality of her plans, shorter timelines, and lower costs."
Feng Yun laughed softly.
What she had calculated was purely the cost, but the Capital Water Authority’s plans involved many other considerations related to the political field, which she did not discuss further but simply smiled in response.
Feng Yun attentively clarified details that Pei Jue did not understand.
By the time the two left the study, it was well into the night.
The maidservants led the way, carrying lanterns ahead.
Feng Yun strolled slowly, her mind still pondering the project, when Pei Jue suddenly reached out and took her hand, pulling her halfway into his embrace with a supportive gesture...
The servants behind them all lowered their heads.
Feng Yun gave Pei Jue a glance, her lips curving slightly.
Sticky and tricky, this man surely had no good intentions in mind.
Back in her room, Feng Yun let her maidservants help her wash up, while Pei Jue carried out the Biyong Sword to practice. When he returned drenched in sweat, Feng Yun was already lying on the couch, caressing the freshly bathed and fragrant young alligator, reading a book, nearly asleep.
Deep autumn had arrived, and the weather had grown cool.
In the silent room, the curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, and the glow of the red candle cast a pale reflection on the girl’s face.
Viewing the beauty under the light, she looked even more delicate.
Unaware of her allure, she looked down slightly with a lazy recline, beside her lay the stately lynx, patiently licking its paws...
Pei Jue’s eyes darkened as he approached the wooden bed.
The young alligator abruptly stopped its grooming, looked up silently, and then moved to its bed on the opposite side of the couch in an obedient manner.
Feng Yun glanced at it and felt a sudden emotion.
Even the young alligator feared the cruel man.
Pei Jue was indeed not human.
She said softly, "It’s already so late, skipping practice for one day won’t matter."
In her memory, apart from the days when he was injured and she had hidden his Biyong Sword so he couldn’t practice, he was consistent, practicing tirelessly regardless of the weather.
It’s not difficult for a person to do something once.
The difficulty lies in persisting with it.
Feng Yun was full of admiration.
Unexpectedly, Pei Jue walked up to her, perhaps misunderstanding, and bowed his head. His dark eyes sparkled as he looked at her for a moment before suddenly cradling her face and descending with a passionate, burning kiss.
"Waited long. I’ll just wash up and be right there."
Feng Yun’s breath almost stopped.
What was she waiting for?
"I..."
"Wait for me. It won’t take long."
Pei Jue calmly placed his sword aside and stripped off his clothes with the speed of a gusting wind. Before Feng Yun could say another word, Pei Jue was in his undergarments, bare-armed, striding towards the washroom.
His strong, tight body, the muscles on his arms and abdomen, and that bulging area below his belly briefly flashed before Feng Yun’s eyes like a shadow...
She cleared her throat, carefully placed her book aside, pulled down the bed curtains, slipped under the covers, and pretended to sleep.
