It’s a bit hot.

Feng Yun was startled, feeling as if she was on fire.

The man sighs...

Why looking at books also couldn’t cleanse the heart and reduce desires.

Could it be he had looked at something...

Feng Yun was startled again.

She thought of those books not meant for public display, mulling over for a moment, her eyes darted around to make sure she had stored them properly, worrying if Pei Jue had discovered them...

Quite awkward.

"General?" she propped herself on Pei Jue’s chest, "It’s noon."

It was time to eat.

Pei Jue didn’t reply to her.

His breath fell on the top of her head, carrying a faint scent of Chinese medicine, not unpleasant but it threw her mind into chaos.

Feng Yun looked down.

She had intended to look away.

However, Pei Jue, who was recovering from his injuries, wore far too little in the hot summer.

The light, soft robe was half-open, revealing a glimpse of a firm chest muscle, and the thin fabric covering his waist couldn’t hide his perfect figure, the tight waist, strong legs, with the pronounced ridge of a bulge visible between...

Feng Yun couldn’t see any more, but her mind inexplicably conjured up an image of bulging, fierce and powerful sinews.

The man’s breath suddenly pressed down, as Pei Jue pecked her forehead.

Like a dragonfly skimming water.

Speaking with a husky voice, sticky and gentle, like a feather lightly brushing against her eardrum.

"Lady Yun, all your books are exquisite."

A volume of "Summer Day Banquet Scroll" peeked out from the corner of his wide sleeve.

The feast was splendid, the people decadent.

Feng Yun’s cheeks grew faintly red, she strove for calm and chuckled lightly, not too loudly or softly.

"The king really knows how to pick books."

"The ways of husband and wife must indeed be cultivated."

Pei Jue’s palm caressed the book cover, and in the depths of his dark pupils, there seemed to be an undercurrent swirling, "I admire Lady Yun’s reverence for books."

Actually, Feng Yun took great care of every one of her books, preserving them from moisture and insects as if they were rare and precious objects, and not just this particular volume. Especially those valuable bamboo slips; she was even more careful, not allowing anyone to touch them on normal occasions.

Feng Yun’s eyelids flickered slightly, puffing up with pride at the sound.

"These were left to me by my mother, the most precious treasure. They are worth more than their weight in gold and cannot be traded."

Pei Jue said, "The Feng Family actually allowed you to take them with you."

"Then I must thank the Great General," Feng Yun said in a light tone. "When mother left the manuscripts to me, I was still very young. When I followed my father to Andu to take up his post, bringing the books there was not a concern. But had Andu City not been broken, and had I wanted to take all the manuscripts with me, I fear the Feng Family would have been reluctant... But, well..."

She winked at Pei Jue.

"Andu surrendered without a fight, and my father was too hurried in escaping to care about these manuscripts. He left in such a hurry that these treasures naturally fell into my possession. From that moment, they belonged to just me."

Watching her fair fingers gently caressing the book spine, Pei Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed ever so slightly, and by tugging at her pale wrist with a bit of force, Feng Yun found herself engulfed in his embrace.

She wasn’t the kind that could be jostled much, delicately built and soft, she feared straining his wounds. Pei Jue saw through this, often taking advantage, pinching her gently, with just one pinch she’d turn pliant, as if she were melting into his arms.

"What are you doing, General? Trying to steal my books?"

Pei Jue looked down, "Rest assured. Everything is yours, including me."

Feng Yun pursed her lips slightly, saying nothing.

Pei Jue looked down, inhaling the subtle fragrance of herbs from her neck.

"Have you been to the kitchen garden again?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Feng Yun glanced at him sideways: "I went to pick a few radishes that weren’t growing well, to make a soup for the king..."

Poorly growing radishes...

She said it so earnestly.

Pei Jue gazed into her eyes.

"Lady Yun has gone to much trouble."

Feng Yun felt his gaze was exceptionally deep today, making her suspect that he truly intended to "living off the forest," as if he was ready to devour someone.

She said, "Just speak plainly, this politeness is making me nervous."

Pei Jue: "I just want to thank Lady Yun."

Feng Yun had taken such good care of him.

In this estate, he relished her "meticulous husbandry" and care, and although he was initially unaccustomed to such a slow and leisurely life, he knew it was what countless people longed for.

Clothes reach out to be put on, and food comes at a call.

To wake up to flowers and casual reading in the morning, and to have a tender wife by his side at night, not to mention the library rich enough to keep a man indoors for three years...

Having this woman was like possessing heaven and earth, the world, everything.

Pei Jue’s arms tightened around her, so tight that Feng Yun found it hard to breathe, and her heart raced even more.

"Alright, alright, let’s not fuss. After we eat lunch, I’ll sneak you out to the city for a stroll, to ease your mind, how about that?"

She thought Pei Jue was going stir-crazy inside the estate.

Plus, there was a child in the Yangxin Restaurant who was about to go mad from confinement, so she decided to take a break amidst her busyness and indulge just this once.

-

Lunch was served in the study.

The two sat opposite each other, without any maidservants waiting on them.

Pei Jue ate very slowly, refinedly, causing Feng Yun’s eyelids to twitch incessantly.