The Slender Waist-Chapter 289 - 201 The Kiss of Death_2

He had never seen such a Feng Yun before.

Never.

She climbed up crazily to kiss a man, showing no spine, and after hugging and kissing a few times, she gave in.

When she was with him, she was mostly passive, shyly and nervously enduring, her eyes closed with a delicate and blushing charm, only making a few sounds like a warbler after he was rough, and if she got angry with him, she would be all the more twisted and stubborn, unyielding as nine bulls could not pull her back...

But with Pei Jue, a single kiss could solve everything.

No force.

It’s what she wanted, what she desired so much.

The man she longed for was not him.

Heaven was toying with him.

If only he could have returned a little earlier.

Before Andu City fell, none of this would have happened.

He could have prevented Feng Yun from ever meeting Pei Jue in her lifetime...

Xiao Cheng’s steps faltered, and he stumbled back two steps as if the world were spinning, failing to steady himself, he fell onto Jixiang.

Xuchi and Gongsun Jiong rushed forward together, "Your Majesty."

Chunyu Yan remained silent, with a faint smile on his lips, his face underneath the iron mask grim and terrible.

Raindrops fell furiously.

The surroundings were so silent it was as if nobody was there.

Pei Jue bent down with a breath, stretched out his hand to gently stroke Feng Yun’s cheek, as if trying to dry the rain on her face.

Feng Yun could not speak, her lips slightly parted, breathing with difficulty, just looking at him, as if drained of strength.

Pei Jue picked her up by the waist, strode past the crowd, set Feng Yun down on the wooden chair placed under the eaves by Chunyu Yan, and wrapped her in the blanket from the chair.

"Wait for me a moment."

Feng Yun watched him, silent and unmoving.

Pei Jue stroked her face, kissing her temple.

"Quickly."

Feng Yun pulled the blanket around herself.

Her face showed no emotion, and there was no resistance to his care, just a cold laugh.

"Your Majesty, let’s go." Jixiang saw the rain on the Emperor’s face, incessantly streaming down, her heart softened to a mess, sobbing profusely.

"General Xie is waiting for Your Majesty on the other side of the river."

"The people of Daqi are still looking forward to Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body."

Jixiang, not as eloquent as Ping’an, wracked her brain and could only come up with a few comforting words to soothe the Emperor.

Xiao Cheng nodded numbly.

"Embark."

The Qi Army began their retreat onto the ships.

Jiu You sheathed his waist sword, so angry his teeth itched.

"Why does the Great General let them go?"

Zuo Zhong said, "Peace talks are imminent, the General should prioritize the bigger picture."

The war had to pause for both the Beiyong Army and the people of both countries. The peace talks were not just the will of Qi Country and Xiao Cheng but also that of Jin Country and all its people.

Jiu You wasn’t very convinced, "At least we should have given them a good beating before letting them go."

Zuo Zhong glanced at him speechlessly.

Truth be told, at this moment, Xiao Cheng was probably suffering a hundred times more than if he had been beaten up. Their General was impressive indeed, publicly embracing and kissing her, declaring his ownership; Madame collapsed into his arms, and anyone could see to whom this woman belonged and whom she wanted to follow.

What else was there to fight for?

"Cutting the ground from under one’s feet, military strategies work everywhere."

Hearing Zuo Zhong murmuring under his breath, Jiu You was about to ask when his expression suddenly changed.

"It’s over, they’re going to start fighting."

Zuo Zhong was stunned, then followed Jiu You’s gaze.

Chunyu Yan was soaked to the skin, walking back to his room with a cold expression when Pei Jue blocked him at the doorway.

The heavy rain poured relentlessly, squinting slightly, he was not in a very good mood. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Brother Wangzhi, what is the meaning of this?"

Pei Jue’s face was grim.

The chill was cutting, bone-piercing.

"You still have the face to ask me?"

Chunyu Yan’s handsome features relaxed, a faint smile traced his lips, his attire luxurious and elegant. He bowed slightly to Pei Jue, very politely.

"You misunderstand, Brother. The incident was unexpected, I was about to send someone to Xinzhou City with a message, but here you are..."

Pei Jue kept a stern face, "I’ll provide the medicinal herbs."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Pei Jue clench his fist expressionlessly, moving with ghostlike speed, and delivered a heavy punch towards Chunyu Yan’s face.

Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrowed, tilted his head just in time to dodge, avoiding the hit to the face, but the fist still landed on his chest. The pain was suffocating, and he staggered back several steps before managing to steady himself, clutching his chest...

"Pei Wangzhi! Have you gone mad?"

This wasn’t the first time.

He attacked without any warning.

Enraged, Chunyu Yan clenched his fists and charged forward, sweeping his leg toward Pei Jue.

"You won’t hit Xiao San, but you come for me?"

Pei Jue: "It’s you I’m hitting."

"You motherfucker... Fine, come on, let’s fight. Who’s afraid of whom?"

Thinking of how Feng Yun once said she liked strong and powerful men and found him too frail, Chunyu Yan was beside himself with anger. He untied his fur robe and flung it off with force, retaliating with all his might.

"Pei Wangzhi, you’re nothing."

"You’ve gone too far."

Chunyu Yan cursed as they fought.

Pei Jue fought back wordlessly, with lethal intent.

The two exchanged blows in the rain, fighting fiercely.

"Are you mocking Yunchuan for being weak, or Chunyu Yan for being a pushover? Easily manipulated?"

The mention of being "soft" incensed Chunyu Yan even more.

Heaven knows what devil had gotten into him, what great sickness he had caught, since the humiliation by Feng Shi Er Niang at Huayuejian, he lost any interest in other women. No matter how delicate and beautiful they were, they all seemed lifeless, unable to stir up the slightest reaction in him.

He was ruined.

He was finished.

And it was all because of that damned Feng Shi Er Niang!

Was it he who wanted to snatch her away?

He had no other choice.

It was Feng Shi Er Niang who reduced him to this state; she had to take responsibility for him. Not only did he have to snatch her away, but he was also fully justified and it was only natural. His desire was only for Feng Shi Er Niang; what could he do?

The sound of rain did not cease. The two men, not using weapons but not holding back either, brawled bare-knuckled in the rain, their fists and feet fuming with anger.

On a departing boat, Xiao Cheng stood outside the cabin, watching the muffled shouts in the blurry night and listening to Chunyu Yan’s frantic curses, an odd envy sprouting in his heart.

If he were not the Emperor.

He too could.

Rush into the rain and tussle with Pei Jue and Chunyu Yan, to vent his emotions fully, to express himself...

And to tell her everything he hadn’t managed to say in his previous life.

But fate always seemed to play jokes on him.

What could be said... couldn’t be spoken.

What couldn’t be said... never had the chance.

"Your Majesty..." Jixiang, holding an umbrella, said, "Please, warm yourself in the cabin. It is too cold out. Your Dragon health is most important."

Xiao Cheng smiled faintly, gazing at the receding riverbank, where the person he could not let go of was, yet he could only stand here, letting despair sink into the rainy night.

"Ayun, I will wait for you for three years."