The Slender Waist-Chapter 273 - 190 Accomplish Each Other_3

But Chunyu Yan would not reveal these matters to Feng Yun.

He wanted to hear the answer from Feng Yun’s own mouth.

However, that was Feng Yun’s most secretive secret of rebirth, which she could never disclose.

"Guessing," Feng Yun forcefully pushed him away, retracting her hand and said languidly, "The Princely Heir is capable, such a trivial matter is not at all difficult for you, it just depends on whether you’re willing to lend a hand."

Chunyu Yan’s slightly furrowed brow relaxed.

A simple phrase, seemingly like a small brush, smoothed away the slight doubt in his heart.

"Your way with words..." he said, the corners of his eyes lifting in a smile, as if with a touch of sentiment, flickering with an unclear light, "If you were only willing to speak well of things, what couldn’t you have? Without Pei Jue, I could still offer to you wealth and glory."

Feng Yun leaned in slightly, first to thank him, then said:

"Thank you for the kind intentions of the Princely Heir, but I cannot accept."

Then with a smile, "Only things held in one’s own hands are truly one’s own. What others give, they can take back at any time, it’s not secure."

Chunyu Yan looked into her eyes and simply smiled.

Feng Yun was a doer; she called over Xing Dalang on the spot, counted the account books and lists given by Tan Dajin, double-checked the wealth, and after a lengthy period of bargaining with Chunyu Yan, agreed on the quantity of cloth and hemp cotton to be exchanged, and only then did she smile satisfactorily.

"Xiaoman, bring the brush and ink."

Drafting the contract was to be done in her own hand.

Chunyu Yan sat straight before the desk, at the same spot where she had drenched him with water that day, watching her concentrate on her writing, occasionally frowning, sometimes smiling, as if having gained a huge advantage, those delicate brows and eyes, the utmost grace, a soul so delightfully interesting that it made one’s heart tremble...

Silence reigned.

Long but fleeting.

When Feng Yun slowly put down her brush and presented the contract for his perusal, the unrestrained smile returned to Chunyu Yan’s eyes.

"Aren’t you curious to take a look?"

Feng Yun did not immediately understand, "Look at what?"

His eyes were smiling, "The newly grown hair, it’s a bit rough..."

Feng Yun:...

She tapped on the desk.

"Just look at the contract, what are you thinking?"

"Thinking of you," Chunyu Yan paused, then added, "Am I foolish? In what way am I inferior to Pei Wangzhi?"

Feng Yun looked at his half-serious, half-joking demeanor and did not speak for a while.

She could tell that the Princely Heir was somewhat interested in her, but not more so than benefits were.

And as for Chunyu Yan, while they could cooperate, it was difficult for her to muster the kind of interest she had for Pei Jue...

Perhaps due to the entanglement in her past life, she was addicted to Pei Jue.

Seeing Chunyu Yan was to see beauty, to appreciate, to marvel from a distance with occasional heart flutters, but seeing Pei Jue invoked a desire to possess, a craving, and a flower of passion that had grown from countless nights of intimacy; it was a completely different emotion.

Chunyu Yan looked her over intently, "Brother Wangzhi is not here, and spring nights are precious."

Hss! Feng Yun looked at him sideways, "Are you really not afraid to die?"

His long eyelashes lowered, and he laughed, "To die at your hands?"

"Where is my knife..."

Feng Yun pretended to stab him, which made him restrain himself a bit. She then seriously reviewed the contract, signed her name with a pen, and suddenly looked up.

"I’m too easy to coax, aren’t I?"

Feng Yun rolled her eyes at him, "The Princely Heir hasn’t lost out, thank you. The Princely Heir is sharper than a monkey in calculations, yet speaks as if he has suffered a great loss..."

She pulled it over to check Chunyu Yan’s signature, gestured for him to stamp his print, and then did the same herself.

"It’s a deal."

Feng Yun exchanged those betrothal gifts for cloth and hemp cotton to make winter clothes, but she did not ask Chunyu Yan to handle the production; instead, she had him deliver the materials directly to Changmen Village.

During this season, there wasn’t much farming activity in the village, and there were many people idle, just perfect for organizing to sew winter clothes and building a temporary workshop; using her own manpower would save a great deal of silver coins.

The wealth that had just come into her hands was again carried away box by box.

Feng Yun secured the contract, sent Ge Yi with her letter back to Andu to Ying Rong.

Ying Rong, originally an embroiderer raised in an embroidery shop, was the perfect choice to take the lead in making a batch of winter clothes.

In the letter, she detailed her views and regulations for Ying Rong to refer to, and instructed her to produce them in the shortest possible time.

Having done all this, the sky was already pitch black.

The moon hung above the tips of the willows.

Feng Yun leaned on the wooden couch, hugging a pillow, gazing at the empty room; her heart, taut all day long, finally relaxed.

There was no need to hope for a beloved, for a beloved was uncertain, but could be used...