The Slender Waist-Chapter 170 - 124: Pregnant_2

Now grown up, she understood very clearly.

Regardless of identity, status, or martial prowess, if she could escape man’s clutches and keep him from touching her, there was only one possibility—he was willing.

Therefore, even though she was somewhat resistant, she would no longer rebel.

This was the only way she could survive.

People and things she did not want to confront, she must face.

Xiao Cheng was the lord she had eagerly awaited in her maiden years; what she should do from now on was to let everything take its natural course, without causing any further trouble for anyone...

"Pei Jue is dead. Forget about the past," Xiao Cheng’s voice was cool, his eyes seemingly veiled by an unmelting dark red.

"Your involvement with him was out of helplessness; I can pretend it never happened. But your heart..."

He stared into her eyes, slowly bent down, and lightly tapped Feng Yun’s chest with his fingertip, easily piercing through that thin layer of metaphorical window paper, and his following words poured in like feathered arrows.

"It had better belong only to me, just like you do."

He didn’t give Feng Yun time to digest, withdrew his hand, flicked his robe, and left the room without a second glance at Feng Yun’s disheveled state.

Outside the door, was the suppressed voice of Ping’an.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Chengxiang has sent another letter, asking when Your Majesty will return to the capital? She also said that Yuzhao Hall has been tidied up and awaits Feng Ji’s return to reside. If Feng Ji is not satisfied, they can find someone to repair it come spring..."

Xiao Cheng said, "Leave it to her to handle."

"Imperial Concubine Chengxiang also sent braised duck from Tai City... knowing Your Majesty loves it..."

As they spoke, their steps grew distant.

Feng Yun heard Ping’an sigh.

She, too, sighed.

A causeless melancholy, a causeless emptiness.

Tai City, once the home she longed for day and night, suddenly became a foreign land, much like her girlhood that she could no longer return to, where longing only added to her sorrow.

She thought, Feng Ying in Tai City must be going mad with rage by now? With her pampered temperament, unable to ascend to the empress’s seat that had eluded her for three years, she’d probably wash her face with tears every day.

The pleasure of revenge came fast and left just as quickly.

It vanished in a moment.

She touched her bloated stomach, feeling very uncomfortable. It was as if all the food stuffed into her belly had turned into vomit-inducing worms, wriggling and gnawing at her heart...

So she bent over and vomited until the world spun and lost all color.

In that faintness as if the earth and sky were spinning, all was silent around her, but the scene from the battlefield at Shiguan Dock kept surfacing in her mind.

Wen Xingsu on horseback, drawing his bow and aiming an arrow...

Striking Pei Jue squarely in the chest.

The cries of Ao Qi, his howling and scolding.

He must have been crying, for his voice to be that piercingly hoarse and raspy—he revered that uncle like a deity...

Feng Yun’s heart was racing unusually fast.

Two different time periods were chaotically intertwining in her mind...

Even though Pei Jue had treated her that way, she had never thought he would get hurt or die. Her original intention was merely to see him defeated, to let him taste the bitterness of abandoning her, and to let the arrogantly invincible Li Sangruo experience the wrath of losing a city...

The girl in the dream was truly kind-hearted.

Feng Yun laughed coldly again.

Thank goodness it was a dream!

Otherwise, she would have had to slap herself hard.

"Your Majesty, Feng Ji... she... it’s just repressed emotions affecting her heart, nothing serious..." Another dreamlike scene unfolded.

An old Imperial Physician with graying hair sat before her, Feng Yun, dazed and confused, vomited until she fainted, then was carried back to the bed.

Xiao Cheng came.

He appeared as if he had just bathed, wearing casual clothes and exuding a pleasant scent of soap. He stood there in the same manner as the old Prince of Jingling, aloof and indistinct.

"Repressed emotions affecting the heart, why would she vomit so violently?"

The Imperial Physician, apparently afraid, had an evasive look and stammered under Xiao Cheng’s puzzled gaze, trembling on his knees on the floor.

"I, I dare not say..."

Xiao Cheng’s tone was indifferent, "Speak!"

The scholarly gentleman had become an emperor who ruled the court, with the means to make life-or-death decisions, as easily as stepping on ants.

The Imperial Physician touched his forehead to the ground, "Feng Ji... she’s with child."

That voice was brief, so low it could hardly get lower, but when it dropped suddenly, silence fell inside like death.

No one moved, no one spoke.

The Imperial Physician’s bowed head remained on the ground.

And Feng Yun’s mind was filled with surprise and confusion...

Pei Jue had always been extremely cautious, restrained and cruel, not giving her anything. If the Imperial Physician was not lying, then it must have been the last night they spent away from Central Capital. That night was wild as if they both foresaw that this parting would be their last, making a mess of everything, and during one of those encounters, an accident occurred—he got stuck and could not pull out, inadvertently leaving it inside...