Wen Xingsu had not lingered in Huaxi Village for too long.

After the night meal, when the weather had cooled down, he left on horseback with his attendant.

Pei Jue stayed at the cottage to recover from his injury and did not return to the General Residence in Andu.

Feng Yun had arranged all his affairs perfectly, and he was very comfortable with the setup.

However, there was one thing that made him uncomfortable...

Feng Yun had set a range of activities; he could at most stroll around in the courtyard.

Walk around, look at the flowers.

Feng Yun also forbade him from wielding knives or swords, practicing martial arts, and even put away the Biyong Sword.

It was bearable for a day or two, but as time went on, Pei Jue’s muscles and bones ached from not being used, and he reluctantly realized that not everyone could enjoy this kind of peaceful life.

The days he had to himself were truly difficult to endure.

Especially since Feng Yun did not allow him to touch knives or swords, nor did she allow him to touch her.

He hadn’t taken his injury seriously at all, but Feng Yun reacted as if she were facing a great enemy.

Doctor Yao said that the wound on his shoulder was deep enough to reveal bone, and if he didn’t take proper care of it, he feared it would affect the strength of his arm after it healed.

Feng Yun kept a close watch on him, but Pei Jue could not feel at ease while being idle.

Had it not been for this stay at the cottage, he would not have seen how big a business Feng Yun was running and how busy she was.

Pei Jue was a brave and outstanding general, a king on the battlefield invincible to any opponent, but he was completely ignorant of the minutiae of life, never having worried about them himself or knowing they could be so trivial.

The initial provision of grains and winter clothing to the Beiyong Army...

In his eyes, it was a simple matter settled with a word.

But in Feng Yun’s case, the process from preparation to delivery to the Beiyong Army camp was long and complex, involving a great deal of effort.

There were so many followers and servants for her to manage.

The businesses in Andu, Xinyi, Mingquan, she had to run them.

Every villager of Huaxi Village looked up to her for decisions.

From farming to iron smelting, from sugar making to the tavern Yutangchun, to the designs from the clothing workshop...

Even the wedding of Wen Hui and He Chuandong was her concern.

All these matters were supported solely by her.

Those seemingly insignificant chores were not any easier than leading troops to war.

A frail woman, where did she get the energy, and where did she find the ability to wield such mighty power?

Pei Jue saw this and his brow was deeply furrowed.

"What can I do for Lady Yun?"

Feng Yun saw his serious expression and placed a pile of account books in front of him.

"Help me manage the household? Do the accounting?"

Pei Jue:...

Feng Yun glanced at him with a smile. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Come with me."

She understood Pei Jue’s feelings and brought him to the study, pointing to the rows of wooden shelves and innumerable cases of books, her gaze revealing a hint of complex emotion.

"These are all books left to me by my mother. General, when you have nothing else to do, you can peruse them..."

Then she turned her head, looking at him earnestly.

"But one thing, scholars must respect books, and must not damage them."

Books at the time were extremely valuable, and many were hard to come by, costing a fortune.

The number of books in Feng Yun’s study was astonishing.

To say they were worth a city’s ransom would not be an exaggeration.

Pei Jue knew of the story of Lu Sanniang bringing her books into the Feng Family as part of her dowry and knew that Feng Yun loved reading, but as he had always been there and gone in a hurry, he had never entered Feng Yun’s private territory nor had he imagined that the collection of books would be so vast.

Much to his surprise, among Lu Sanniang’s scrolls, there were many military texts, including some manuscripts he had never seen or heard of before, evidently personally written by Lu Sanniang.

Pei Jue was greatly shocked.

He dove into the study as if entering a vast ocean, forgoing sleep and food, no longer thinking of his array of weapons...

One day.

Two days.

Feng Yun saw him engrossed in the books and chuckled inwardly.

Who knew that Pei Jue was also a lover of books?

"It’s time for a meal."

Feng Yun entered through the curtains, and her arm was immediately grasped by the man.

He reclined leisurely on the wooden couch by the window, his tall figure exuding an air of relaxation...

Feng Yun started, daring not to struggle, for fear he would hurt his wound.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Jue’s eyes burned with intensity as he stared straight at her, as if he had seen some rare treasure. Feng Yun looked back at him, suspecting he was eyeing her flesh with hunger, contemplating eating her.

She took a step back, "Are you mad? Staring at me like that?"

Without speaking, Pei Jue slowly moved closer, blocking the light in front of Feng Yun, seemingly taking her breath away as well.

Suddenly, the room felt cramped, as if she were placed in a sealed space, with nothing but the man in front of her.

His face slowly approached hers, but perhaps because of pain from his injury, he moved with caution. After a moment, his resolute jaw neared and gently touched her forehead.