The Slender Waist-Chapter 157 - 116 The Indispensable Scoundrel_2

She glared at her husband reproachfully, then added more food to Feng Yun’s plate.

"Ayun, eat quickly, don’t mind that old jerk."

Tu Boshan:

Chunyu Yan:

Feng Yun:

The table was filled with awkward laughter.

Nobody noticed the storm brewing beneath the table.

Lady Tu was naturally gentle, her eyes radiating a comforting kindness. She was warm and enthusiastic to everyone except for her husband, who was often scolded into a disheveled state.

Tu Boshan sighed.

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As the night meal ended, the sky had nearly darkened.

Feng Yun and Chunyu Yan were arranged to stay in Yanwu Residence by Tu Family Fort.

Yanwu Residence was located on the south side of the rear courtyard, near a man-made pond. The lotus in the pond had withered away, but amidst the green trees and patterned rooftiles, hanging curtains between pavilions, there was not a hint of winter’s color, still warm and distinctive. The place was not too far, but also not too close to the main house, providing a liberating space without seeming neglectful.

Tu Family Fort’s hospitality left no room for fault-finding.

Feng Yun had some sentiment towards Yanwu Residence.

In a previous life when she took refuge in Tu Family Fort, she had stayed right here.

The same room, separated by a lifetime, was mysterious and poignant.

Feng Yun remembered that in her previous life, it was in Yanwu Residence that she learned the songs of "Endless Yearning," picked the lotus from the pond, and drank tea from Tu Mountain.

In this room, Feng Yun couldn’t help but think of many past events, feeling somewhat agitated...

Meanwhile, Xiaoman was both curious and excited, walking around the room.

"Tu Family Fort really is wealthy, miss, miss, look, quickly look at these curtains, these blankets, these mattresses... uh, so soft..."

Feng Yun smiled slightly, not making a sound. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The style and arrangement of Tu Family Fort were indeed different from other places.

She had noticed this in a previous life but paid it no mind. Now that she had returned, she discovered many aspects she had previously overlooked...

Some things, she had seen in books left by her mother.

Or heard about from her mother, but after so long, she had forgotten. Upon seeing them again, the memories strangely resurfaced as if they had always existed in her mind.

That feeling was like some kind of inexorable pull.

Elusive, yet impossible to ignore...

Just then, there came a knock at the door.

Xiaoman looked outside and came back to whisper, "It’s Crown Prince Chunyu, asking to see the lady... "

Feng Yun narrowed her eyes slightly, "Let him wait in the courtyard pavilion."

She did not wish to let Chunyu Yan enter the room.

But she also did not want to miss the opportunity to collaborate with Chunyu Yan.

So the pavilion in the courtyard was the most convenient place to talk.

Outside the pavilion stood two lampstands, each lit with an oil lamp that cast a warm glow amidst the light mist by the pond and the winter aura of the withered lotus, creating quite an atmosphere.

The weather was cool at night, but not too cold, utterly delightful.

Feng Yun approached, bowed and asked, "Princely Heir, what business do you have with me?"

Chunyu Yan sat lazily on a stone stool in the pavilion, smiling casually, waving a hand.

Sang Jiao, Yin You, and that honest and simple eunuch quietly retreated.

With Chunyu Yan’s gesture, Feng Yun just smiled.

"You all wait for me outside."

Xiaoman and Daman responded in unison, "Yes."

Feng Yun entered the pavilion alone and sat opposite him on a stone stool.

"Princely Heir, please speak."

The stone stools were smoothed by craftspeople, separated by a stone table carved with dragon and tiger motifs. In the dimness of the night, it was hard to clearly see each other’s eyes.

Chunyu Yan laughed softly.

That manner of speaking sounded like a lover in a clandestine midnight tryst.

"I am here to ask Qingqing... do you lack a paramour?"

Feng Yun: "???"

For a moment, she doubted her own hearing.

"Princely Heir, watch your words. You have Lian Ji, and I have the General."

Chunyu Yan was quite unconcerned, continuing to smile, "Otherwise, why wouldn’t I refer to a husband, but rather a paramour?"

Feng Yun had never seen anyone speak of shamelessness with such refreshing detachment.

She snorted lightly, "If the Princely Heir has business to discuss, Feng Yun will certainly listen respectfully. But if you’re just suddenly feeling randy, then forgive me, for I shall not keep you company."

Chunyu Yan was rebuked and seemed to take it in stride, still managing to laugh.

Those captivating eyes were absolutely beautiful as they glanced around, bright and lively.

"Feng Twelve, since you took such a big advantage of me, you should pay a price for it, right? That would only be fair."

Feng Yun, "What advantage did I take of you?"

Chunyu Yan looked at her as she glared back at him, her eyes clear and as gentle as autumn waters, which he found extremely delightful.

It had to be Feng Twelve!

Which other girl would dare to be so fierce with him?

They would be crying and begging him not to kill them by now.

"Of course, a huge advantage." Chunyu Yan, the more he thought about it, the funnier he found it. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm, pulled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist, and indicated for Feng Yun to look at the circular mark left there.

"Did you do this?"

Feng Yun frowned.

She hadn’t used much force when she tied him up that night.

This was clearly Pei Jue’s doing.

"And other places..." Chunyu Yan pretended as if he was about to disrobe, "Do you want to see the marks on my body? There are quite a few..."

Feng Yun narrowed her eyes slightly, as if looking at a madman saying something ludicrous and laughable.

"If the Princely Heir seeks someone responsible, he should look for General Pei."

Then she smiled gently, in a very elegant manner, "I don’t mind sharing a husband with the Princely Heir."

What kind of insult was this? Unprecedented!

Chunyu Yan laughed out of extreme anger but still thought Feng Yun, who could say such things, was mad in a unique way.

So, he smiled again, leaned in a little, and in a voice as soft and low as he could manage, whispered gently, "The hair on my body that was removed wasn’t done by Pei Wangzhi. Do you know... how long it will take to grow back?"

Feng Yun’s throat tightened.

What do they call shameless?

Now she’d seen everything.

The two stared at each other, both convinced the other was insane.

Chunyu Yan smiled amiably, "Feng Twelve, won’t you take responsibility?"

Feng Yun really hadn’t expected Crown Prince Chunyu to bother her with this matter, so she smiled and looked at the shameless and fearless fellow, calmly asking:

"If the Princely Heir is lacking hair growth tonic, you may seek Doctor Yao."

"No." Chunyu Yan said, "You shaved it; you’re responsible."

Feng Yun raised her brows slightly, the corners of her lips curling up in a smile, her gaze dangerous, "Then what would the Princely Heir have me do to take responsibility?"

Chunyu Yan spoke leisurely, "However you and Pei Wangzhi behaved in front of me that night, you must behave with me in front of him. Without retrieving that fairness, this Princely Heir cannot swallow this affront..."

Feng Yun: ...

No wonder he was holding such a grudge.

It turned out he was remembering that night when Pei Jue shoved him under the bed to eavesdrop...

Feng Yun, in a calm and composed tone, said, "Then how about this, next time the Princely Heir acts, you shove me under your bed, so I can get an earful in return, that would be fair, right?"

Chunyu Yan let out a slight cold huff, "Let you listen? Dream on!"

Feng Yun sneered coldly, "That doesn’t work, and this doesn’t work, surely the Princely Heir isn’t intentionally being unreasonable?"

Chunyu Yan smiled lightly, "And what if I am?"

"Oh." Feng Yun asked indifferently, "Does the Princely Heir not want Lian Ji anymore? Don’t forget, she is in my hands, listening only to me."

Indeed, as soon as Lian Ji was mentioned, Chunyu Yan’s face revealed that familiar expression well known to Feng Yun, a mix of entanglement and tenderness, one of a lover unable to let go or take a stand.

She scoffed.

Yet, Chunyu Yan simply smiled faintly.

"Qingqing, you are different from her."

"How so?"

"Lian Ji is as pure as a lotus..."

"And what about me? Am I as dirty as mud? Oh, your Lian Ji is the sacred lotus blooming from the mud I am, right?"

Talking about it, Feng Yun laughed herself silly.

"So, the Princely Heir wants the mud to sleep with you and to put the lotus flower in a vase for admiration? Does the Princely Heir have an affliction? Wouldn’t it be better to simply sleep with the lotus flower? Why bother with the mud? Be careful, or it might smudge your face."

Chunyu Yan’s smile deepened, eyes curving up.

She was certainly not mud.

She was an ancestor.

An untouchable little ancestor.

He shifted his stance, arching an eyebrow as he glanced at her languidly, "If you agree, the Graphite deal can be discussed. Everything as you wish."

Feng Yun responded coldly, "Sorry, I don’t sell myself."

Chunyu Yan paused for a moment, "I sell; would you buy?"

Feng Yun: ...