The Slender Waist-Chapter 638 - 460 Truly Enthralling_2

Feng Yun looked in the direction Ye Chuang was pointing.

Campfires blazed in the camp, and cooking stoves dotted the flat campground, illuminating the night...

But the distant riverbank and the dense forest were immersed in the moonlit night—

One could only see outlines, not the details.

Feng Yun nodded, "I’ll go have a look."

Ye Chuang said, "I’ll accompany the lady."

Feng Yun walked past the campfires towards the outskirts of the camp...

The woods were lush, with pathways to walk through.

Just as Ye Chuang was about to light a torch, Feng Yun stopped him.

"It’s visible."

The night had the moon and stars, hazy, glimpses of light shining through.

Walking further, they could faintly hear the sound of flowing water.

Feng Yun stopped, silently found a flat rock on the slope, and sat down.

"Let’s wait here."

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, the mountain forest was tranquil, and the leaves rustled in the cool breeze...

Ye Chuang actually didn’t know why Feng Yun wanted to do this.

To find the King, couldn’t they just call out and be heard?

They hadn’t walked very far.

Why endure the cold wind here?

Ye Chuang was puzzled, but having spent a long time in Changmen, he was accustomed to following Feng Yun’s lead...

Just after sitting down for a moment, they heard rustling footsteps coming from the forest.

People were joking in low voices.

"Heard it’s the orphan girl saved by the Princess at Baihe... both parents dead..."

It was a stranger’s voice.

Feng Yun furrowed her brows, silent.

"Never seen twins look so alike... hard to tell who’s the elder one, who’s the younger one..."

"Got the nerve to stare at that young lady, did you?"

"Don’t say you weren’t looking... ha ha, us brothers were nearly out of our minds..."

"Can’t help it, she’s got that look... those eyes, man, you can’t help but wonder what exotic taste it’d be to have her on the bed..."

"One would be enough to spell doom, but two... tsk tsk, such bliss, not even gods would trade..."

When the boys started talking dirty, no one held back, each remark more explicit than the last.

Ye Chuang turned his face away, embarrassed.

Then someone said:

"Dream on, get a grip... you see the air those two ladies have about them, do they look like they’d get in our beds?"

"What’s wrong with us? I’m also a good-looking lad."

"Right, aren’t we brothers all handsome? And besides, if not our beds, whose would they end up in, could it be the King’s..."

"Hey, if I were the King, I’d still choose the Princess."

"No matter how beautiful the Princess is, one can get tired of her, what man in this world doesn’t crave freshness..."

"Shut it, shut it, all of you shut your foul mouths. Do you want to die? Hurry up, relieve yourselves and get back..."

Someone stopped them, and the excited boys quieted down.

They knew that making some harmless jokes in private wasn’t a big deal, but there were things one could say...

And things one couldn’t say without risking their lives.

A few men urinated in a noisy stream, talked about returning to the capital, and then slowly walked up the slope—

Only to be startled to find the still figure sitting there.

In the moonlight, Feng Yun’s face wore a gentle smile.

They shivered, their legs going weak.

When had the Princess arrived?

Did she hear?

Did the Princess actually hear?

The men were beating the drums in their hearts, with half of their spirits and souls flying away, their ears buzzing...

But they heard Feng Yun ask lightly:

"Have you seen the King?"

The men sighed with relief when they heard no emotion in her words.

She didn’t hear; the Princess hadn’t heard.

They shook their heads, "No, we haven’t seen the King."

Feng Yun waved her hand, "Go on."

Sweating profusely, the men scattered like birds and beasts.

Ye Chuang stood rigid, embarrassingly at a loss.

Feng Yun asked: "Did you see them?"

Ye Chuang knew what she was asking...

Thinking about what those few curs had said, his cheeks burned hot, and his ears felt fiery.

"No. I didn’t look."

Feng Yun chuckled softly, "Not telling the truth."

Ye Chuang: "I did look..."

Feng Yun: "And? How was it?"

Ye Chuang was silent for a moment, "It was beautiful."

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Let’s go, let’s walk over there."

When they arrived, she had noticed that it was flat and close to the riverbank, and the night grass would probably grow more lushly there.

Pei Jue, feeding the horses, would definitely choose that spot.

Ye Chuang didn’t say anything, but his heart was thumping wildly. Having heard what he shouldn’t have, he was restless.

Feng Yun, however, remained calm, walking gracefully, traversing through the moonlit forest, her skirt fluttering, her expression solemn, a sight of elegance...

Ye Chuang held his breath.

In his mind, he carefully recalled which man’s subordinates those cowards belonged to, determined to deal with them properly later on...