The Slender Waist-Chapter 237 - 167 Yao Yao Offers a Plan_2

The girl in his arms, he would lay down his life for her without fearing any danger.

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Before the dawn.

While the guards outside the courtyard were at their sleepiest, Feng Yun created a distraction at the front wall, and Wen Xingsu quietly left from the back with his men.

As soon as he was gone, Feng Yun led the remaining guards in laying out defenses around the yard.

They placed buckets of water and spikes in every corner that was easy to climb, while the nighttime guards hid behind the high walls, and the broken stones and bricks in the garden were all neatly packed in bamboo baskets and placed on top of the wall...

The entire Camp Villa was filled with every kind of trap she could think of, and everyone, including the female servants, was armed.

The iron gate of the villa was exceptionally sturdy and could be used as a barrier; a few guards even propped a huge stone against it for extra support...

Feng Yun busied herself with these preparations, not sparing a moment to consider Xiao Rong.

Not until she heard the sound of sniffles.

She wasn’t crying out loud, just silently shedding tears.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, sliding into her mouth; she couldn’t even wipe them away, curled up in a corner on her own, no longer the revered princess of Qi Country, just a helpless and pitiable prisoner.

In the enemy camp where she was utterly alone, Wen Xingsu was the only one who cared for her. Xiao Rong feared for his safety more than anyone’s, and perhaps her tears in such a context were profoundly moving; even Xiaoman couldn’t bear to watch.

"Milady, the princess’s wrists are bruised, should we..."

Feng Yun glanced at Xiao Rong and frowned.

"Loosen them."

Xiaoman obeyed, bending down to untie the hemp rope from Xiao Rong’s hands, allowing her to move them a bit. Unexpectedly, Xiao Rong’s tears flowed even more fiercely, turning from silent to audible sobbing, with that pair of resentful eyes filled with unspeakable pity.

Feng Yun turned to look at her, "Cry again, and I’ll gag you."

Xiao Rong bit her lower lip, struggling to hold back her tears.

"Feng Yun," she suddenly spoke, "I’m sorry for the past."

Feng Yun sneered without looking back, "I don’t care, nor do I accept it."

Xiao Rong lowered her eyelids, "Why did you just now prefer to die rather than give me to the rebels?"

Feng Yun glanced at her sideways, her lips twitching.

No wonder she was so easily deceived by Feng Ying like a fool.

Too naive, too easy to touch, too trusting.

Feng Yun scoffed, "Because if someone has to die, it should be by my hand."

Xiao Rong pursed her lips, then wiped her eyes again.

"I know you’re not that kind of person."

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, just felt that Feng Yun’s refusal to hand her over to the rebels, even at the risk of a deadly standoff with Deng Guang, was actually her way of protecting Xiao Rong...

Falling into Feng Yun’s hands meant at least she had food and drink, and no one to insult her... Yes, she no longer saw those slaps as an insult because a female captive in the enemy camp faced forms of cruelty far worse than this.

Feng Yun hadn’t truly intended to harm her.

"I didn’t want to apologize to you just because you were protecting me. These past days, while I’ve been confined, I’ve thought about a lot... I truly was hateful before."

Pain is relatable.

Their past treatment of Feng Yun was too cruel.

"Feng Yun, please forgive me."

Feng Yun let out a cold laugh and ignored her.

It had taken her two lifetimes to realize that such pointless words were utterly meaningless.

What was most urgent now was how to defend this courtyard and ensure the survival of all these people with her.

She turned and walked away, not giving Xiao Rong another glance.

In the night breeze, robes fluttering slightly, the figure stood tall and seemingly heartless, as firm as iron.

The night was particularly deep, and Feng Yun did not sleep at all.

As dawn broke, there was no news from Ye Chuang and the Imperial Guard Camp, and Wen Xingsu had not returned either. Meanwhile, the guards left by Deng Guang were still pacing outside the wall, watching with a tiger’s vigilance...

The atmosphere in the Camp Villa was tense and silent.

Inside Bingzhou City, the situation was even more complicated and unpredictable, causing panic among the people.

The city gates were tightly closed, sealed off from all sides. Citizens no longer ventured out, huddling at home with their families, waiting for the end of the conflict.

At noon, Feng Yun had people prepare some food to reward the guards and soldiers protecting the villa.

Not all of these men were guards left by Wen Xingsu and Pei Jue; some were brought by Puyang Jiu yesterday, as well as those who had switched sides to protect her on the spot...

Feng Yun believed they were all loyal to Pei Jue, choosing her in such a situation instead of following Deng Guang, so she treated them as her own.

The wedding banquet food from the previous day had not been finished, so it was simply reheated and served.

"Time to eat the wedding feast."

Someone started joking.

Everyone said they hadn’t expected to eat so well while imprisoned, it was like a stroke of luck.

Amidst the laughter, Xiaoman suddenly began to cry.

Feng Yun glanced at her, but did not scold her.

No one was relaxed that night.

The young girl, gripping a knife and remaining vigilant, must have felt like she was being crushed by boulders. It was better for her to cry it out.

The mood was slightly heavy. Feng Yun comforted everyone with a smile and then went over to Puyang Jiu’s side.

"Do you find the taste to your liking?"

Puyang Jiu was as nonchalant as always, his face not showing any sign of tension as he said cheerfully:

"I didn’t get to eat Wangzhi’s wedding feast last night, and today I am, but without Wangzhi. We didn’t make it to Wangzhi’s bridal chamber yesterday; if there were a bridal chamber without Wangzhi.. cough, I wonder when we will make it to the bridal chamber...

Feng Yun: ...

The out-of-tune Puyang Jiu could still joke at such a time. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She smiled, saying nothing.

Seeing her unamused look, Puyang Jiu thought of Pei Jue and shook his head as he looked up to the sky, "What about this Deng Guang... Such a decent person, how can he just betray us like that?"

Feng Yun said, "When the profit is great enough, a person ceases to be a person."

Puyang Jiu looked at her seriously for a moment, his gaze sharp.

It was odd for a young lady of her age to say such a thing.

He became more serious, "Why don’t you seem nervous, sister-in-law?"

Feng Yun was too embarrassed to say that she had been so nervous at the most critical moment that she was almost drenched in sweat, so she just smiled faintly.

"I am nervous. I’m almost scared to death."

Puyang Jiu couldn’t read fear on her face.

The two sat opposite each other and ate. Puyang Jiu found her to be quite different, having the manners of a noble family’s daughter without the usual arrogance. In truth, she was a very gentle and pleasant young woman.

Pei Wangzhi, you’ve struck it rich.

Just after they’d finished eating, a sudden noise came from outside the courtyard.

Wen Xingsu’s chess observer had returned.

Riding on a horse, covered in blood from head to toe, even the hair matted with drying blood, he shouted from outside the walls.

"Young lady, great news!"