The Slender Waist-Chapter 263 - 185 Honey is Delicious

Yunchuan served as the mediator between Jin Country and Qi Country, and Chunyu Yan was now a much sought-after figure, respected wherever he went.

With outsiders present, Feng Yun also gave due respect to her partner, bending deeply for a formal bow.

"I have seen the Princely Heir."

Today, Chunyu Yan was dressed in a formal fur robe with a large cloak draped over his shoulders, looking noble and splendid. Even without showing his face, one could sense the Princely Heir’s elegance.

It was just a pity...

That a fine pair of beautiful eyes were filled with unfriendly mockery.

"I heard that the lady has been ill for many days, but is she now quite recovered?"

The sneering tone in which he said "lady" was enough to make his own teeth sour. Feng Yun, however, merely smiled in acquiescence and gestured for him to take a seat.

"Thanks to the Princely Heir’s blessing, I have indeed recovered."

Chunyu Yan stood still, his eyes fixed on her.

Technically, it had not been long since their last separation, but looking at the woman before him, Chunyu Yan felt an odd sense of detachment, as if worlds apart.

He probably felt the same as Xiao Cheng did.

Their relationship with her had been altered since that grand wedding in Bingzhou...

Thinking of this, he felt an itch in his roots of his teeth.

Pei Wangzhi was a ruthless man.

Taking advantage of the siege to settle a lifelong matter, giving no one a chance to respond.

When he received the news in Central Capital, he found it amusing and didn’t take it seriously. But it wasn’t until he saw his Empress Dowager cousin’s frantic rage that he understood Pei Wangzhi’s insidiousness...

Forcing Li Sangruo to send troops.

And taking the opportunity to take Feng Twelve...

Hmph! Chunyu Yan sat down and tasted a sip of tea, raising his eyebrows with a smile.

"Don’t you have long-standing grievances?"

Feng Yun looked at his picky behavior and raised her eyebrows slightly, "If you want to drink, go to Changmen..."

As she mentioned Changmen, Chunyu Yan’s expression seemed to dim slightly, and Feng Yun guessed he thought of Lian Ji, and she smiled dismissively.

"The Princely Heir, being a man of important affairs, surely did not come specifically to me just to ask for a cup of tea, right?"

Chunyu Yan, with his eyes downcast, was quiet and patient.

"Cannot I seek you out if I have nothing pressing?"

His tone carried a hint of lingering resentment.

Feng Yun smiled, "Princely Heir, if you have something to say, why not speak plainly?"

Chunyu Yan put down his teacup and looked at her with a light chuckle, "I am very curious. Feng Twelve, just what goes through that little head of yours?"

Feng Yun smiled faintly.

"Forgive my stupidity, but I don’t understand what the Princely Heir is implying."

Chunyu Yan looked at her, his peach blossom eyes filled with profound meaning, and suggested, "Why did you marry yourself off?"

Feng Yun pursed her lips.

The matter was a bit complicated; married she wasn’t, and there didn’t seem to be a clear statement on it now, but she... had no need to explain to Chunyu Yan.

"That is a question for the General," she replied, neither lightly nor heavily, blocking Chunyu Yan’s inquiry in return.

Unfazed, Chunyu Yan picked up his tea cup, as if to drink, but instead watched her for a moment before suddenly setting it down, "I’m not pleased to ask him. I just want to ask you, whether you’re not planning to take responsibility for me."

Whether it was an unsteady hand or intentional mischief, the porcelain cup suddenly tilted on the side table, and the tea spilled over, trickling down. Feng Yun reflexively reached out to catch it.

A hand, fair and slender, was quicker.

Swiftly, silently, it covered hers, grasping her hand.

Feng Yun didn’t struggle but instead looked up at him.

She was silent, her gaze holding a trace of sternness.

Chunyu Yan was also silent, his smile ambiguous.

As their eyes met, the only sound was the rustling of their clothing.

Chunyu Yan’s hold tightened, as if blocking out the whole world, his gaze fixed solely on the lady’s beautiful face as it turned crimson.

He smiled, curving his lips leisurely, "No matter, even if you have married, I can be shameless and serve as your secret lover."

Feng Yun tried to withdraw her hand but failed.

"Take medicine for your disease."

"Feng Twelve," Chunyu Yan spoke again, "if you disregard me, my life will be ruined by your hands..."

Separated by a wooden table, the subtle fragrance of pear blossoms from Chunyu Yan’s body seemed to carry a faint sweetness. His eyes, moist and yearning, appeared innocent, and the slight upward curl of his eyelashes gently flapped, very adept at seduction.

"Seeing the doctors recently has been utterly useless. But in your presence..." Chunyu Yan fixed her with an amorous and soft gaze, "you see, just holding your hand, I’m already reacting."

"Is that so?"

"Do you want to see?" Chunyu Yan pulled her.

Feng Yun stood up with a smile, and while looking into his sparkling eyes, she took the teapot with her other hand and expressionlessly poured it over Chunyu Yan’s head.

The water from the teapot was warm, dribbling down along his hair, some on the mask, some inside it, falling from the chin, soaking his front.

The surrounding area returned to calm.

Chunyu Yan kept his eyes closed.

The liquid seeping through his clothes gave him a slight chill.

He stayed motionless before eventually letting go of Feng Yun’s hand and let out a pleased, low laugh, which sounded somewhat gentle.

"Indeed, you are my Feng Twelve."

Drops of water clung to his eyelashes, adding a seductive depth to his already charming peach blossom eyes.

"You’re pretty harsh with your own man."

This shameless fellow.

Feng Yun sat back down and looked at him out of the corner of her eye with a cold expression.

"Want to try something even harsher?"

"Why not?" Chunyu Yan seemed undisturbed by her threats, smiling lightly as if her words had sparked his most primal desires, his gaze becoming frivolous and excited in the dim light.

"Just beckon with your fingers, and I’ll be at your beck and call. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do..."

Feng Yun watched him silently, without making a sound.

All propriety and decorum.

Her long dress accentuated her slender, soft waist, making her seem like a calm and gentle woman, but the straightness of her back and the firm, cold look in her eyes were as incisive as moonlight on a chilly river, and as scattered as the shadow of plum blossoms.

That dazzling brilliance, Chunyu Yan had never seen it on any other woman...

He had long known that Feng Twelve was beautiful.

But the closer he got to her, the more enchanting her beauty became.

He thought about it and laughed, like a little dog that seemed to be asking for a beating, he was beneath her spell and had no shame in admitting it, "When is Twelve planning to let me try something harsher?"

Feng Yun calmly said, "Knowing that I am a married woman, the Princely Heir should be more respectful and not tarnish my reputation."

Chunyu Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile quickly spread across his lips.

"It seems you, Feng Twelve, are not exactly a stickler for propriety either, right? When you approached me to do business in graphite, you wanted all the benefits. Now there’s a big piece of fat meat at the Peace Negotiation Hall that I secure, yet you dig my corners and refuse to share any profits with me."

Indeed...

The most persuasive thing was never sentiment, but interest.

Feng Yun smiled slightly and said earnestly, "If the Princely Heir had spoken like this from the start, we wouldn’t have had these misunderstandings. Of course, I can let the Princely Heir participate, but there is one thing..."

She paused and coolly continued,

"Earlier, when I spoke with Uncle Wentian from the Tu Family Fort, I realized a problem. Mingquan Town is half Xinzhou, half Chunning, meaning half belongs to Jin Country and half to Qi Country. Since the Peace Negotiation Hall is built at the border, Jin Country shouldn’t have to bear all the costs alone."

Chunyu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"You want me to step in and ask Xiao Cheng for money?"

Feng Yun smiled slightly, "Speaking with a smart person is so effortless."

Chunyu Yan’s lips curved into a smile, finding Feng Twelve increasingly cold-hearted. Mingquan and even Xinzhou had belonged to Qi Country not so long ago.

Taking someone’s land and then brazenly asking them to pay for it.

How was that different from giving Xiao Cheng a knife cut and then demanding his blood?

When this woman got tough, he really had no place in the matter.

Thinking of the lonely and desolate sight of Xiao Cheng in Bingzhou City, Chunyu Yan felt a surge of interest and looked at her, saying, "What’s in it for me?"

Feng Yun replied, "We split the profits."

Chunyu Yan shook his head, not even blinking as he fixed his gaze on her, "I am already rich as Croesus, beyond the sway of trivial favors."

Feng Yun said, "Then, Princely Heir, propose a plan."

Chunyu Yan smiled and whispered, "We can split the profits according to the agreement with the Tu Family Fort, but I want an extra benefit..."

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows, "Please speak, Princely Heir."

Chunyu Yan eyed the pine nut candy in the small food box, his mood seemingly buoyant, and said in a low voice,

"Feed me one."

At ease, comfortable, as if it were only natural.

Seeing his annoying demeanor, Feng Yun smiled, picked up a pine nut candy with her delicate hand, and squinted her eyes saying,

"Remove your mask, and I’ll feed you."

She was deliberately making things difficult for Chunyu Yan.

Asking this Princely Heir to remove his mask in front of others was harder than asking him to undress.

This was one of the actions Chunyu Yan hated most, without exception...

However, Chunyu Yan kept a straight smile as he looked at her and reached for his mask.

"With such a beauty, why the need for a mask? The splendid beauty of your man should be admired by you..."

Tch!

Feng Yun shuddered all over.

But the sight before her eyes was truly rare.

The passionate and smiling eyes beneath the arched brows, the imposing nose, the flawless jade-like face, remarkable and uniquely charming...

Even though she had seen his face before, it still dazzled her at a glance, even enough to make one overlook his offensive behavior...

Fortunately, Feng Yun was not someone inexperienced with beauty, and thus her mind would not be swayed.

"Open your mouth!" She always kept her word.

Since Chunyu Yan had removed the mask, she extended her hand with the pine nut candy toward his face.

Chunyu Yan looked at the small hand earnestly, slowly closed his eyes, and opened his mouth, "Ah..."

Feng Yun found it somewhat amusing.

However, before the pine nut candy could reach Chunyu Yan’s mouth, a shadowy figure silently walked in.

Adorned in heavy armor and hanging sword, the man entered with a stern face and piercing gaze, showing no emotion as he seized her wrist, took the pine nut candy, then grabbed Chunyu Yan’s chin and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

Chunyu Yan laughed as he attempted to suck on the fingers.

The man tightened his grip, and Chunyu Yan’s mouth couldn’t close.

The pine nut candy rolled around on his tongue for a moment, and before he could taste the sweetness, it slipped from the corner of his mouth...

Chunyu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, locking gazes with Pei Jue’s indifferent eyes.

Like a sudden gust of cold wind, Pei Jue’s profile was sharp as a blade as he took the food box from the small table, lifted Chunyu Yan’s chin, and forcefully stuffed all the candy into those uncloseable crimson lips.

"You like it? Have some more."