The Slender Waist-Chapter 221 - 158: The Secular World Does Not Tolerate

Chapter 221: Chapter 158: The Secular World Does Not Tolerate

The news of the grand wedding spread to every corner of Bingzhou City. In the Camp Villa where Feng Yun lived, the faces of maids and guards were all visibly excited, except for her own, which remained unnervingly calm.

She hadn’t spent a bit of energy on the wedding matters.

In just two short days, Feng Yun almost turned Bingzhou City upside down; even burrowing rats weren’t as capable as her. She knew exactly how many pairs of underwear were in the homes of the wealthy gentry families.

Backed by the Great General, in the eyes of "two percent" of the population of Bingzhou City, there were only two words to describe her: witch.

"Doing evil, unacceptable by the secular world."

However, Feng Yun had offended the gentry but won over the commoners. The practice of distributing grain to stabilize public morale was something she had already done in Andu City before; she was well-versed and adept at it.

The loudspeakers were useful at this time.

At each porridge distribution point, there was a loudspeaker. Feng Yun wrote many couplets to counteract the Qi Army’s propaganda that agitated the populace outside the city, focusing on an active, optimistic, upward attitude, sweeping away Xiao Cheng’s melancholic mood.

The common people praised her without exception.

The Feng Family’s young lady was a living Bodhisattva, beautiful in appearance and good in temperament. Her kind and gentle face inspired hope, making it seem that better days were on the horizon and that being besieged was not a big deal.

Feng Yun didn’t see it that way.

Grain was the Bodhisattva.

So she took people to ask the Bodhisattva for grain to distribute porridge. Her actions were detestable, but she had an excellent grasp of the situation. Without taking lives and with eloquent rhetoric, she took people’s belongings yet saved their dignity. Peacefully, she accomplished something that would normally result in bloodshed.

If Pei Jue was the king on the battlefield, a fierce tiger released from its pen, then what Feng Yun did was tantamount to adding wings to the tiger.

She completely straightened out the minor details behind Pei Jue, like a capable butler, ensuring everything was in perfect order. Even Tan Dajin was extremely impressed with her when he saw her.

Of course, Feng Yun not only had a handle on the scope of her actions but also on the boundary between her and Pei Jue.

In public, they were superior and subordinate; she did his bidding. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

In private, they were a couple with a secret affair, willing to engage in mutually pleasurable activities when both were relaxed.

Unfortunately, Pei Jue had been avoiding her since he won the game of chess that day.

Feng Yun wanted to challenge him to another game, but there was never an opportunity.

She guessed that Pei Gou knew he couldn’t outplay her, which is why he dared not come —

"Alas."

Feng Yun sighed.

If she couldn’t win it back, she felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.

"Pei Gou wronged me!"

Xiaoman came over with a feather duster. Hearing her mistress grumbling with a dark face, she asked with a smile:

"Has someone upset Miss?"

"No." Feng Yun calmed down.

"Just now, General Tan sent over some dried beef, saying that he is preparing the food for the grand wedding banquet and brought some to Miss first to whet your appetite. Are you hungry, Miss? Shall I go slice some meat and serve it with a couple of ounces of wine..."

As Xiaoman spoke, she made herself hungry, swallowing hard.

They had been eating too plainly these days, almost as if their throats were crying out for more.

With the beef at hand, Feng Yun immediately perked up, temporarily setting aside the irritability Pei Jue caused. She instructed Xiaoman to slice the beef and then brought a pot of wine over.

But her appetite was small; after half a dish, she didn’t want any more, rewarded Xiaoman and Daman, and then put the rest of the beef into a food box, taking the wine with her to visit Wen Xingsu.

Outside the door, she ran into Zuo Zhong coming out from where Wen Xingsu stayed.

She didn’t disturb him, waited for him to leave, and then entered.

"Big brother—"

Wen Xingsu was sitting in the hall, his dark eyes half-closed, his scholarly figure haloed in dim yellow light, his face dark and unintelligible, and he seemed alittle uneasy.

Feng Yun knelt next to him, "What’s the matter? Did Zuo Zhong come to see you for something?"

Wen Xingsu came to his senses and managed a strained smile.

"He was just talking about Ayun’s big wedding, asking me to take charge. As a sister getting married without parents by her side, it’s my duty as a brother to devote my heart to it."

Feng Yun felt that his words were insincere.

She also understood, of course, that Wen Xingsu surely did not want her to marry Pei Jue.

So she laughed, revealing the contents of the food box, and took out the beef and wine.

The aroma of the meat was very strong, and just smelling it made one crave it.

She sniffed and placed the plate in front of Wen Xingsu.

"This wedding... Brother doesn’t need to take it so seriously."

Wen Xingsu looked slightly worried. "Does sister also feel that the wedding is being conducted too hastily?"

"No, not at all." Feng Yun knew her brother had misunderstood her.

She intended to say that this was merely a contingency plan by Pei Jue, and also the result of her losing the game of chess, but she thought better of it, considering that revealing too much during wartime wouldn’t be appropriate.

"I don’t care about those things." Feng Yun changed her phrasing, smiling brightly at Wen Xingsu, her eyes curving into crescents.