The Slender Waist-Chapter 187 - 134 Threats and Intimidations

Feng Yun stood outside the door for a moment.

In the night, the sky was high and distant, and the cold crows cried clearly.

Platoons of soldiers clad in armor and holding sharp weapons ran past her, and occasionally, a burst of fire rose in the distance—the rockets of the Qi Army trying to shoot into the city. The fire soared halfway into the sky before breaking apart and scattering like fireworks in the dark night, clear enough to see from such a distance...

"Miss," Xiaoman, hearing the roaring sounds of the siege coming from different directions, felt as if they were being attacked from all sides and nervously approached Feng Yun.

"Xiaoman is scared..."

If Bingzhou City fell, where would they go?

As women, especially beautiful women, they might be spared from death, but their fate would still be to serve men. Xiaoman did not want that; she missed the life in Changmen, so free and easy...

She did not want to become a camp prostitute or a plaything for the powerful and wealthy.

A horn sounded from somewhere, its woeful and sonorous tone spreading into the night sky, accompanied by the rising firelight, which frightened Xiaoman and made her tremble again.

"Will the General lose?"

It was her first time on a battlefield, witnessing the truest form of war.

Fear filled Xiaoman’s eyes, while Daman seemed lost in thought, uncertain about what she was contemplating.

After a moment of silence, she took out a clean handkerchief and lowered her eyes as she handed it to Feng Yun.

"Miss, wipe your lips."

Feng Yun’s lip rouge was a bit smudged, the result of Pei Jue’s recent actions. Daman had been watching for a long time, those glistening lips looked tender from being forcefully ravaged, causing an itching sensation in her heart, and her mind involuntarily replayed the sounds she had overheard outside the door. The restrained, panting... It was like a burst of passion escaping from deep within, embarrassing and evoking illicit thoughts of men and women, to the point where she could not contemplate anything else, not even the imminent war right before her eyes, nor could she resist offering the handkerchief.

If she didn’t clean it off, it would bother her to no end...

Feng Yun glanced at her.

Daman’s focus was very different from Xiaoman’s.

Feng Yun smiled slightly and gently pressed down on the corner of her mouth.

Her lips were exquisitely shaped; even when spoken with a cutting tone, they looked incredibly appealing.

"What do you think?" she asked Daman.

Seeing Feng Yun clean her lips, Daman’s heartstrings relaxed, and the compulsive anxiety faded away.

But she did not expect the abrupt question from the lady and was taken aback.

"What, what do you mean, how do I see it?"

Feng Yun: "Do you think the General will lose?"

The casual smile frightened Daman, and she straightened up immediately. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Daman doesn’t understand... Regardless of victory or defeat, Xiaoman and I will follow the Miss wherever she goes..."

Her voice was crisp, sincere, and urgent.

She had recently been very eager to show her loyalty to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun looked at her face.

Such a beauty who stood out from others.

Yet she spent her days serving others; surely she must harbor some yearnings?

Feng Yun smiled at her.

"Let’s go."

Feng Yun didn’t go back to rest, but went to the room where Xiao Rong was being held.

When she entered, Wen Xingsu was also there.

Wen Xingsu must have said something, as Xiao Rong was crying tearfully.

Wen Xingsu felt guilty towards Xiao Cheng, so naturally, he extended the same to Xiao Cheng’s sister. It was for his sake that Feng Yun arranged for Xiao Rong to be kept in such a clean room rather than thrown into the firewood shed or horse pen.

"Big brother, you should rest," Feng Yun said to Wen Xingsu with a faint smile, "It’s late. A single man and a single woman alone in a room would damage His Highness’s reputation."

Wen Xingsu was stunned.

There weren’t only Xiao Rong in the room but also her maidservants and guards from the Beiyong Army—so many people.

Where was the suggestion of a single man and woman?

"Xiaoyao, don’t talk nonsense."

Of course, Feng Yun didn’t genuinely care about Xiao Rong’s reputation, but she wanted to get rid of him. Seeing the awkward expression on Wen Xingsu’s face, she couldn’t help but find it somewhat amusing inside...

Big brother is too serious and honest.

So unamused.

"I understand," Feng Yun winked at Wen Xingsu, "It’s getting late. You better hurry back. If you keep sitting here, who knows what people might start saying? Later, Xiao San might make you his brother-in-law."

Xiao Rong was furious, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes widened.

"My relationship with Big Brother Wen is pure and innocent, how dare you spread malicious gossip!"

Feng Yun lifted her eyes, her expression half-smiling.

"Aren’t I considering His Highness’s reputation?"

Xiao Rong’s hands were bound with hemp ropes along with her two maidservants to a column in the room, frustrated and resentful, gritting her teeth with anger. As a prisoner, unable to determine her own future, the abrupt fall from heaven to hell was driving her mad.

"Feng Shi Er Niang, you are despicable!"

Feng Yun’s expression remained unchanged.

Being cursed left her unfazed.