"Do you plan to tell His Majesty about your visit?"

Pei Jue paused briefly, "No need."

Once that is said, there would be a heap of formalities.

He only came back to see her, disliking restraint and fuss.

"But..."

Feng Yun furrowed her brows, sensing the hem of her dress being lifted by his rough palm, her body trembling slightly.

"But there are no walls that can keep out the wind completely; people will eventually find out."

Pei Jue: "It does not matter."

So what if they know?

As long as it is not made public.

Pei Jue said, "You needn’t concern yourself with it."

Feng Yun guessed his concerns, humming in agreement; even if she wanted to pay attention, she no longer had the energy to do so.

In the midst of sentimentality, their clothes were already scattered, the man, while speaking, was already like a dragon exploring its path, gently grinding and rolling slowly...

"Slower, slower..." She collapsed there, almost unable to catch her breath.

Each time was so laborious and difficult; how could he dare to be rash and reckless? He immediately stopped and sighed, savoring her for a moment before slowly moving forward.

"Uh." Feng Yun hummed, feeling itchy all over as if being bitten by insects.

He always found ways to stir her passion so strongly that she would forget everything else...

"Lady Yun..." Actually, he was also suffering.

Such a bewitching beauty with her tender entwining—closing his eyes, he could almost remember their unrestrained union in a previous life, what extreme joy it was to ascend to the heavens; just recalling made him so ardently stirred, losing all reason.

But now, he had to restrain and endure, fearing he would hurt her, fearing her pain. Each time hastily retreating, he had never fully entered that heavenly realm...

"General, General."

She became coquettish again; she truly could not bear it if it continued several times.

Her nails digging into him, "Hurry, hurry and withdraw."

One moment asking him to speed up, the next to slow down.

Pei Jue leaned down to nuzzle her ear, his hand slowly reaching the connected place, bit by bit easing and massaging for her, his voice husky as he said, "You see, such a perfect fit..."

How could Feng Yun bear to look?

Her neck arched back, she was nearly driven mad by him.

"Antidote." Her gaze brimmed with emotion as she wound around his waist and twisted slightly, "Give me the antidote."

Pei Jue couldn’t help but grunt.

His very soul felt as though it could be emptied by this woman.

Wishing he could, be turned to ashes on her body.

He scooped up Feng Yun’s sweaty form and plunged vigorously dozens of times, leaving nothing in her mind but a mush of explosive fireworks.

"Endure it."

His young, vigorous body was filled with strength, his impulses fierce like a wolf or a tiger, almost unquenchably intense, the ignited flames burning fiercely. Without hesitation, he conquered her like a battlefield, pouring out everything, savoring the ecstasy she brought, and offering her wave after wave of unending pleasure...

-

It was half an hour later when Yuan Shangyi saw Feng Yun.

He was preparing to leave the study and return to the Yangxin Restaurant when he saw Feng Yun hurrying over.

Seeing the Young Emperor, Feng Yun’s face showed a hint of apology.

"I overslept, I beg Your Highness’s pardon."

Yuan Shangyi’s eyes were gentle, "Did my lady sleep well?"

Feng Yun’s cheeks were inexplicably hot, she hummed, "Had I known Your Highness was coming, I would have gotten up earlier..."

Yuan Shangyi frowned, "You usually do not call me Your Highness. There are no outsiders here."

He liked the closeness he shared with Feng Yun.

Not as the Prince of Yonghuai and Emperor Tianshou, but as my lady and Ayuan.

Feng Yun chuckled softly, forcibly ruffling his hair.

"Alright, Ayuan, go back to your studies. Later, I’ll come to see you and bring you some treats."

Yuan Shangyi then brightened up.

"It’s a promise."

"It’s a promise."

"Pinky swear."

The Young Emperor held out his finger, looking up at her.

This was taught by Feng Yun.

Feng Yun paused, then smiled and hooked his finger with hers.

Led by Dong Bai and two Attendants, Yuan Shangyi headed back to the Yangxin Restaurant. Feng Yun glanced at the books he had left on the wooden case, all chosen by her for the Young Emperor to read.

Truly a good child.

When Feng Yun returned, Pei Jue had already gotten up and was dressing himself. He didn’t call anyone to attend to him, instead, he found an old set of clothes he had worn before in the room. His expression was much softer than before.

He had no personal belongings here.

But Feng Yun had washed his clothes and kept them neatly arranged.

This was the treatment fitting for a man of the house.

"Why don’t you sleep a little longer?"

Pei Jue usually didn’t like maids close by, so Feng Yun walked over and naturally helped him straighten out his clothes.

"Didn’t you say you would leave later?"

Pei Jue hummed, embracing her entirely in his arms, and bowed his head to say:

"I have to visit the military camp later and meet with He Qia."

Feng Yun uttered an "oh" quietly, without further words.

He said, "Come with me."

Feng Yun was startled, lifting her head incredulously.

After a moment’s thought, she slowly broke into a smile, "Understood."