The Slender Waist-Chapter 222 - 158: The Secular World Does Not Tolerate_2

Chapter 222: Chapter 158: The Secular World Does Not Tolerate_2

"As long as Elder Brother is by our side, we all live well, nothing else really matters..."

Wen Xingsu smiled, raised his hand as if to pat her head, but then he put it down and clasped the teacup, "You think marriage is a child’s play?"

He summoned Si Qin, who brought over a sandalwood box.

"I left Xinzhou in a hurry, Elder Brother has nothing of value, so let this pair of jade chilong be Yi Yi’s bridal dowry..."

"Elder Brother." Feng Yun’s throat tightened slightly.

This pair of jade chilong was a personal item of Elder Brother, exquisitely carved and translucent; he cherished it deeply. If not for this "fake marriage," Elder Brother certainly wouldn’t want to part with it.

Feng Yun felt like a liar.

She had deceived Elder Brother.

"You and I are siblings, there’s no need for such formality..."

"It’s necessary." Wen Xingsu stuffed it into her hand, paused for a moment, and then laughed softly.

"I used to wonder what it would be like when Yi Yi gets married, what the grand wedding ceremony would be like, with miles of red dowry and guests filling the door... I never expected it to be such a humble affair, Elder Brother doesn’t even have a decent congratulatory gift... I really wronged Yi Yi." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His voice was especially melancholic.

Feng Yun looked at him seriously, "Elder Brother, these things don’t matter."

It was a fake marriage, after all.

She said it casually; she truly didn’t mind.

But to Wen Xingsu, however he heard it, it was heartbreaking.

He looked at the grown-up girl, with a beauty delicate as a flower, yet her wedding was so shabby...

He also blamed himself.

He couldn’t provide a safe haven for Yi Yi.

"Elder Brother has let you down." Thinking this, Wen Xingsu’s eyes became slightly moist, "When I joined the army years ago, I promised I would not let Yi Yi be humiliated by others, to have your back, but Elder Brother... didn’t manage to do so."

"You did." Feng Yun held Wen Xingsu’s hand.

"Look at these past days, gathering supplies, if Elder Brother hadn’t been there, how could I, a woman who can’t even truss a chicken, have such courage?"

Wen Xingsu gave a bitter smile.

That was courage given by Pei Jue, not him.

Feng Yun said: "Elder Brother is my only family in this world. You and I, as siblings, must depend on each other for life."

In his past life, Wen Xingsu had gone to great lengths for her and died miserably because of her. Feng Yun hadn’t forgotten, and she would never forget that Elder Brother had provided a safe haven for her.

In this life, it was her turn to protect Elder Brother, and there was nothing wrong with that...

After sitting with Wen Xingsu for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Feng Yun finally coaxed him to eat some beef, and his mood calmed down.

She didn’t return to her place but decided to find Pei Jue.

She had been busy these last few days and hadn’t thought much about it, but Wen Xingsu’s seriousness made her suddenly realize that in this so-called wedding, it seemed only she and Pei Jue hadn’t taken it seriously.

She felt it was necessary to ask what Pei Jue was really planning.

When Feng Yun went to find Pei Jue again, the Attendant looked at her differently than before.

But Feng Yun had not changed.

In front of others, she was proper and dignified, smiling and courteous.

"Please announce my arrival; just say Miss Feng of the Feng Family seeks an audience with the Great General."

Zuo Zhong happened to see her as he stepped out the door, paused for a moment, then approached and cupped his hands in greeting, "Miss."

"Is the General inside?"

"He is." Zuo Zhong looked down, his gaze somewhat evasive.

These past few days, the Great General had been sleeping over at this place, and no one knew why.

Others said that before a grand wedding, one must certainly separate from the bride for a time, but those close to him knew what the wedding was really about, and even Feng Twelve herself didn’t take it seriously, so why would the General?

Feng Yun caught the emotion in Zuo Zhong’s demeanor and smiled faintly, "Then I’ll go in to find him..."

Zuo Zhong’s eyelid twitched, but he did not stop her.

This used to be the house of the Military Governor of Bingzhou.

The front hall was used for official business, while the rear hall was for living quarters.

At this moment, Pei Jue was sitting in the hall, surrounded by a pile of military affairs. The room was very quiet, with only him, seated behind a half-human-height rosewood desk.

In the south, low tables and stools were more common at that time, but due to the blend of various ethnic groups living together, many household furnishings were mixed as well. Elevated beds and high chairs slowly became favorites. A large rosewood desk like this, however, was still rare, showing just how luxurious and indulgent the former Military Governor’s life had been.

"I’ve come to see the General."

Feng Yun paid her respects at the doorway.

Pei Jue looked up and saw the lady, shrouded in light and shadow, graceful and gentle, smiling faintly as she walked towards him.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

These days, whenever Feng Yun left the house, she always wore men’s attire. On this occasion, she was no exception, dressed in a deep robe with wide sleeves, her hair simply done up, appearing every bit the cultivated young master of a wealthy family...

"I have a matter to discuss with the General."

She bowed again.

Pei Jue’s face remained expressionless.

"In a quarter of an hour, I have business to discuss."

That meant he had only fifteen minutes to listen to her talk.

This indifferent expression and the warmth was not fitting for a man about to be married.

But Feng Yun liked it this way. If Pei Jue actually exhibited tender affections and seriously intended to marry her, she might actually die of fright, which would surely mean he had gone mad.

"Alright." Feng Yun walked forward, stopping half a step away, holding up the Pinshu documents she had organized, "Please take a look, General."

Pei Jue had entrusted this task to her and hadn’t inquired further about it. Unexpectedly, she did it so well; every item was written in detail and neatly, providing a clear overview of the tasks performed.

"Very good."

He put down the book and just looked at her.

Did that mean she could leave if there was nothing else? It was clear he didn’t want to deal with her.

Too cold, too aloof.

She liked it very much—

Remembering the game she had lost, Feng Yun slightly raised her eyebrows, meeting his gaze for a moment, then suddenly smiled. Circling around the desk, she walked to his side, slowly bent down, and looked him in the eye.

"Just now I was reporting on public matters, but now..."

As her sleeve lifted, a fragrant breeze brushed against his face, and in front of Pei Jue’s eyes, the delicate and fair hand lightly touched his shoulder.

Pei Jue’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and the subtle shift in his eyes was captured by Feng Yun, who smiled with curved eyes, her voice soft.

"How about I talk with the General about some private matters? Matters of men and women..."