The Slender Waist-Chapter 226 - 161: She’s Bad, He’s Bad_2

"What bridal chamber? I am already betrothed with a husband, does the General intend to force a clever marriage and make someone remarry?"

"Indeed." Pei Jue’s expression was stern as he seized her chin, gnawing at her viciously, "Even if the sky falls, you are mine."

Feng Yun blinked, "Okay, then. When the sky doesn’t fall, can I still sleep with the General? If the Empress Dowager finds out, will she want my little life? I’m so scared!"

Pei Jue was swayed by her deadly coquettish manner, itching to pin her down and have his way with her immediately.

But the girl was quite delicate, afraid of pain, and he didn’t want her at this moment.

Pei Jue lowered his head, brushing the sweat-soaked strands of hair from her forehead.

"You want to know, why not ask me?"

What would she want to know?

Is it about his affair with the Empress Dowager?

Feng Yun’s smile was radiant, her face rosy.

"If the General doesn’t tell, even if beaten to death, this concubine wouldn’t dare to ask."

Still playing coy.

Pei Jue grasped her waist and bumped against her twice, seeing her breath hasten and her cheeks flush, she let out a melodious moan, then he turned her face towards him, eye to eye, staring her down.

"The Empress Dowager has a favorite, but it’s not me."

Of course, Pei Jue would never be a woman’s favorite. Feng Yun knew that.

This man was a true alpha, incapable of the subservient acts of Song Shou’an.

"The General may not be the Empress Dowager’s favorite, but could well be her petticoat knight."

"I’m not." Pei Jue clamped down on her chin, kissed her fiercely twice, his eyes looking as if he was about to devour her.

Feng Yun glanced at him, "If you say you aren’t, then you aren’t; why so fierce?"

Perhaps the snow plum makeup had heightened her emotions tonight. Her mouth seemed greased, speaking provocatively with every word, looking aggrieved at a moment’s notice, her eyes reddening as though she had truly suffered greatly. How could Pei Jue bear it? He abruptly pressed her down onto the couch, her long hair spread across the pillow.

Feng Yun let out a low cry, smiling.

"If you aren’t the Empress Dowager’s man now, perhaps you could be in the future. Why such haste, General?"

Pei Jue’s eyes reddened, the hand at her waist heavy as if wanting to crush her bones.

"It seems the lady is quite famished, requiring the General to feed personally..."

Feng Yun let out a low cry, "General..."

"Call me husband."

"Pei Dog..."

The two carried on in undying tumult, causing Daman outside the door to blush and burn with embarrassment.

Just then, Xiaoman brought up the freshly heated meal from the stove.

Daman said, "Looks like it will need to be heated once more later."

Xiaoman set the tray down, "I’ll call the lady to eat."

Daman coughed lightly, "That won’t do."

Xiaoman looked at her, puzzled.

"Sister, the lady said she’s hungry several times..."

Daman glanced at her, "When the master says she’s hungry, it’s a matter of mood, not something for you to worry about..."

Xiaoman pouted, clearly dissatisfied, "The General is good in all regards, yet he always loves to bully the lady. The lady is hungry, yet he won’t let her eat."

Xiaoman, two years younger than Daman and still very naive about the matters of men and women, received a glance from Daman who, finding it inappropriate to explain further, simply gestured for her to leave things as they were.

"Wait for the young lady to summon us before we warm it up again,"

Xiaoman snorted, "Sister, don’t you like the young lady?"

Daman was taken aback, "What are you talking about?"

Xiaoman glared at her unhappily, "You wouldn’t let me call the young lady to eat when the food arrived."

Xiaoman was stubborn, and Daman couldn’t reason with her, "What’s more important to the young lady, the General’s affection or eating?"

"Of course, eating is more important," Xiaoman glared back, her face illogical as she looked at her, "The young lady said that eating is the most important thing."

"You..." Daman fell silent, inhaled sharply, and lowered her voice, "I can’t be bothered to explain it to you."

"You’re doing it wrong," Xiaoman said, "We are the young lady’s servants, whatever she says goes, no matter what the General wants or doesn’t want."

Daman turned away, not wanting to deal with her, but after a moment’s thought, turned back and said earnestly, "Xiaoman, do you really understand? We are living at the mercy of the General, not just you and me, but the young lady too... she has to watch the General’s mood..."

She switched to another analogy.

"If the young lady is our master, then the General is the young lady’s master. Tell me, which one is more important?"

"The young lady is more important."

"Why can’t you understand what I’m saying? I’m not saying the young lady isn’t important. I’m saying we need to help the young lady to secure favor... Do you understand? The General isn’t just the young lady’s General. Only if he continues to dote on the young lady will we have good days ahead..."

"I don’t understand those things," Xiaoman said, "The young lady said not to disobey her, not to hide anything from her, not giving her food is a bigger crime than hiding and disobeying!"

Moved by indignation, Xiaoman glared at Daman after speaking and then shouted loudly.

"Young lady, it’s time to eat!"

Feng Yun, nearly exhausted by Pei Gou, couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Xiaoman’s voice and seeing that someone’s stiff expression.

"I’ve had enough... General, aren’t you hungry? Shall we start the meal?"

Pei Jue looked on coldly, as if he was about to breathe fire.

Thinking only of her own pleasure, with no regard for his survival, was this woman’s habitual tactic.

Pei Jue patted her, pulled her up, and said hoarsely, "If there’s a next time, I’ll tear up the agreement."

Feng Yun:...

"Having hot chicken soup in the middle of the night, shouldn’t the General secretly be pleased?"

The more exhausted Feng Yun was, the less hungry she felt.

She didn’t go down to eat; she yawned, burrowed into the quilts, and wrapped herself up.

The sounds of Pei Jue eating and washing faintly reached her ears and then blurred.

When she next opened her eyes, the morning sunlight was already illuminating the window.

After asking Xiaoman, she learned that the General had left in the middle of the night.

He hadn’t stayed the night.

Feng Yun didn’t take it to heart.

They weren’t meant to be a proper husband and wife to begin with, so she wouldn’t hold Pei Jue to the standards of a husband. A bad woman had her own fate, there was no need for tenderness or pity.

After Feng Yun got up and had breakfast, the courtyard was filled with laughter and chatter.

Before she could make out the words, Xiaoman ran in as if she had found a treasure, all in a flurry.

"Young lady, young lady, the Wedding Matron is here."

What Wedding Matron?

Wasn’t it meant for Xiao Cheng to hear?

What did summoning the Wedding Matron mean?