The Slender Waist-Chapter 130 - 102 Changes Changes Changes Changes

The night was cool as water.

Chunyu Yan leaned against the window, his mask’s sharp edges making him look like a millennia-old fox demon who had just learned to take human form, all smiles on the surface but none beneath.

"Crashing into someone’s room in the dead of night, isn’t that your usual tactic?"

Feng Yun thought about it and agreed.

She sat up, clutching the quilt and watching him.

"So may I ask, Princely Heir, what brings you here at this late hour?"

Chunyu Yan laughed, "Wasn’t it you who called for me?"

Feng Yun replied with a sneer.

"If the Princely Heir wants to see Lian Ji, just say so. Don’t be sneaky and idiotically transparent! Schemes are useless; if you truly have feelings for Lian Ji, show her your sincerity..."

Chunyu Yan, finding the woman in the bed interesting, smiled playfully as he fidgeted with the Suiyu Sword in his hand and asked softly.

"How should I show you sincerity?"

He straightened up and passed the hilt of the sword to Feng Yun.

"Can you help me dig it out and see?"

Madman.

Feng Yun couldn’t be bothered with him and yawned.

"I know the Princely Heir is heartsick, unable to endure the loneliness of the long night. But barging into Changmen Village like this in the middle of the night will only make Lian Ji more fearful, not do anything beneficial..."

Chunyu Yan asked lazily with a smile, "You tell me, what would be useful?"

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow, "Want to learn, huh?"

Then she pointed at the ground with her finger, "Kneeling is required to ask for instruction."

Chunyu Yan’s eyes twinkled with amusement, a pity it was hidden by the darkness. Feng Yun couldn’t see his unusual gaze, only feeling that his voice was as refreshing as a spring breeze, yet terrifyingly mad.

"Summoning me here and then refusing to admit it... this really isn’t like you."

Having said that, he took a step forward again, almost reaching Feng Yun’s bedside.

"Feng Twelve, would you truly bow your head? Say the word and I shall overlook your difficulties."

His voice was low, a bit moist with the dew of the night, like the whispers of a lover.

Feng Yun was utterly confused.

"The Princely Heir’s ’crane-calling reveals the swan’ couldn’t possibly be a delusion, could it?"

Before the sound of her voice faded, the bamboo curtain outside the window made a slapping noise as if the wind had blown it against the window, and the open window shut itself just like that.

Feng Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"You say, it was I who called you here?"

Chunyu Yan replied, "What else would you think? Why else would this Princely Heir drag his diseased body here on a night heavy with dew?"

The diseased body Feng Yun didn’t see, but the scent of a vicious conspiracy she did.

"How would I seek you out?"

"By letter." Chunyu Yan produced a letter from his chest, shook it slightly, and tossed it in front of Feng Yun.

"See for yourself. Heart pledged in devotion yet refusing to admit it, Feng Twelve, you are the one who’s especially transparent in stupidity..."

"Damn it." Feng Yun picked up the letter, glanced at it, and immediately got up from her bed, shoving Chunyu Yan toward the window.

"Leave quickly, we’ve been set up."

Chunyu Yan’s brows raised a bit, not particularly bothered.

A setup is just a setup. It’s more important to laugh at Feng Twelve’s predicament.

He clutched his chest as if unable to bear being pushed, retreated to the wall, and asked faintly, "I, a man not long for this world, why would anyone bother to set me up..."

Feng Yun was too lazy to bother anymore, raised an eyebrow playfully, "If word gets out, saying you and I are lecherous adulterers..."

Chunyu Yan’s mouth curved into a smirk, even less inclined to leave.

"Lecherous adulterers... that does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?"

Feng Yun considered and nodded.

"Indeed, it’s not bad."

Her reaction excited Chunyu Yan for no reason.

Feng Twelve really isn’t human.

Anyone else would’ve panicked or even cried by now.

Yet she seemed quite happy!

If she’s not crazy, then who is?

Watching the flames dance in his eyes, Feng Yun smiled, "Crown Prince Chunyu, it couldn’t be that you harbored devious intentions, purposely setting me up, could it?"

"Impossible, I’m a man not long for this world... It’s not that I won’t leave, I can’t move anymore." Chunyu Yan leaned weakly against the wall, almost slumping in front of Feng Yun.

"My affliction... seems to have flared up again."

Feng Yun chuckled lightly, "Don’t you want your Lian Ji anymore? If she finds out you’re hiding in my room, your chances will be even slimmer..."

Chunyu Yan gave her a sidelong glance, seemingly reluctant to hear such words, his cold mask casting a chilling presence in the dim light.

Suddenly, he steadied himself with one hand on Feng Yun, staggered forward unsteadily, and with a thump, fell onto Feng Yun’s bed.

"If you want Graphite... then... save me..."

Feng Yun bit her back teeth, just about to go pull him, when shouts came from outside.

"Village Chief’s wife, Village Chief’s wife!"

"Quick, open the door! Open the door!"

"Thieves have struck the village, someone saw the thief hiding in Changmen Village..."

Such an ancient setup...

Feng Yun sneered and turned to Chunyu Yan, "Can’t move, you say?"