The Slender Waist-Chapter 312 - 220 All Good Plans

Feng Jingteng had been waiting outside for a quarter of an hour before a sword-wielding guard came over, arranged for tea and pastries to be served, and respectfully invited him to sit for a while in the floral hall.

"Envoy, please wait a moment. The Great General will come to see you once he’s done with state affairs."

Feng Jingteng, who had been holding in his anger ever since he arrived in Xinzhou, was already impatient. However, being in the Beiyong camp, he felt somewhat intimidated and had no choice but to suppress his irritation, pretending to be a refined gentleman, tolerant and composed while gently stroking his fine beard and sitting down to sip the tea lightly.

"Good tea," he commented.

Coming from a family of leisure, he loved to affect sophistication. After savoring the tea, he added, "The broth is clear and lingers on the palate. May I ask the name of this tea and from which esteemed house it comes?"

Zuo Zhong looked at him strangely.

"It was prepared by the Lady."

"The Lady?" Feng Jingteng was momentarily startled. "Which Lady?"

Zuo Zhong replied, "The General’s wife."

Only then did Feng Jingteng realize that Zuo Zhong was referring to his own eldest daughter.

He smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

He did not really believe it, but he did not say anything to Zuo Zhong’s face.

Fortunately, the person he was dealing with was Zuo Zhong, who was rigid and proper. Facing an envoy from Qi Country, he would not be too dismissive.

After soothing Feng Jingteng, he left the room.

Outside the floral hall, he saw Ge Guang coming over with two jugs of wine and a food box.

"Left Guard," Ge Guang said with a chuckling smile, "the Lady mentioned that this master of the house normally craves two things: One is fine wine, and the other is beautiful women. Since the Lady cannot present a beauty, it is only right to offer wine."

He then handed the wine stoppers to Zuo Zhong.

"Please trouble the Left Guard for this."

It was a small effort, and as it was an order from Feng Yun, of course, Zuo Zhong would not refuse. He nodded, took the wine and food box, and gestured for the guards to bring it to Feng Jingteng.

Feng Yun hadn’t been wrong—Feng Jingteng indeed loved his wine.

Moreover, he had a bad habit: with a bit of alcohol, he tended to become muddled and might act disgracefully. Hence, before coming to Xinzhou, the Chen Family had repeatedly warned him not to drink to excess and screw up important matters.

Feng Jingteng remembered this and had intended not to drink.

But just by uncorking the bottle and taking a whiff, his craving was piqued as if burrowing into his brain, and he inhaled deeply.

"One cup won’t hurt."

With savory dishes to accompany the drink and some leisure time, one cup soon followed another.

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Inside the inner chamber. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The two had long since forgotten that Feng Jingteng was waiting outside.

With energy spent and flowers in full bloom, the soft coos of orioles add to the indulgence behind the fragrant curtains.

Pei Jue had decided to make her feel his power, so he put aside any tenderness and ravaged the delicate rosy softness, penetrating inch by inch whenever he found the sweet path...

It was as though he had gone mad.

After untold cycles, the two almost simultaneously tensed their bodies, their fingers entwined, no longer clear who was suffering more or who was feeling more exquisite pleasure, as the ultimate sensation shot through their limbs.

The two reached the height of ecstasy at the same time.

Feng Yun, her hands caressing her abdomen, had the delicate line of her collarbone undulating gently with her breath. Her skin was exceptionally pale, smoother than that of a peeled green onion, flushed slightly red around her eyes from their intimate struggle, her warm and tender form seeming to sink into one’s heart—not just one glance, but many, would leave one marveling at heaven’s favoritism in creating such a person.

A peerlessly beautiful flower by any standard.

Nourished by the rain, she was now even more bewitchingly beautiful, an illusion come to life.

Pei Jue propped himself up and kissed her.

Feng Yun had not eaten much, but she felt as if she had been split open, languidly turning her sweat-damp head aside.

"Don’t tempt me," she murmured.

With his hand on her waist, Pei Jue felt the slickness.

It was all sweat.

"Do you want to wash up?" he asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

Feng Yun remained still, unable to muster the energy to move even a finger.

The air was filled with a faintly enchanting fragrance, creeping suggestively into her nostrils, not rousing her drowsy soul but keeping her submerged in haziness, while the man above her showed no signs of fatigue...

She shifted her waist slightly. "No more."

Pei Jue responded, "So this is the extent of your stamina."

Feng Yun remained silent.

A tremor coursed through her heart.

She wasn’t certain whether her actions were more about trying to keep him by her side or if they were driven by her own desire, lost in their intimacy, unsure if she was seducing him or being seduced.

"I’m tired."

She lay still, unable to bear such friction.

His warm breath fell upon her, causing a shudder.

Thus, she pushed him slightly, acting as if she had gained the upper hand.

"Such a dignified Great General, neglecting his duties, hiding in the camp during broad daylight for a tryst—are you not afraid of being laughed at?" she chided him.

Pei Jue in turn teased her with deliberate malice, his breathing growing heavier.

"Curing ailments and concocting antidotes is a great benevolence of this General," he countered.

"Who knew General Pei also had moments of such unashamed effrontery," she replied.

Feng Yun’s fingers brushed over his neck, which was covered in a cold sweat, as she said lazily, "General, you should still go to see my father."

Pei Jue frowned.

The person who had just held her back was clearly her, and now she turned her head and refused to acknowledge it, making it seem as though it was he who did not want to meet her family.

This woman was adept at causing trouble.

Fortunately, this time she was sober, so she wouldn’t deny it afterward.

"Not waiting is the same as having waited, so you might as well entertain him at Chunpei Academy. After I return from Andu, I’ll accompany him to Mingquan Town," he replied.

Feng Yun gave a soft smile.

Even so, he still intended to go to Andu County.

"The General is truly loyal and righteous," she remarked.

She pushed him away and stood up, heading straight for the cleansing room.

Pei Jue heard the sound of water and jumped in surprise.

There was no hot water prepared in the cleansing room; was she actually using cold water to wash herself?

He quickly followed her and wrapped her in a cloak.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Feng Yun blinked, "If I don’t wash myself, it’s uncomfortable."

Pei Jue said, "You wait here, I’ll call someone to bring up some hot water."

Feng Yun didn’t oppose him, simply uttering a soft "Oh," then returned to sit beside the bed, drawing the curtain around her and waiting expressionlessly.

Seeing her like this, Pei Jue felt even more distressed than when she would not acknowledge their past interactions.

"Lady Yun," he sat down beside her and took her shoulder, "I will ride swiftly there and back, and strive to return before nightfall."

But how fast could his horse be?

Once he met Li Sangruo in Andu, would he still be able to come and go when he pleased?

Feng Yun glanced at him, "Do as you wish, General," she said.

Pei Jue: ...

His words were stuck in his throat.

After a while, two guards brought hot water to the cleansing room.

The two sat in silence opposite one another.

After they had left, Feng Yun, without saying a word, dragged her bare legs and confidently stepped in, not speaking a single word to him, then enjoyed a comfortable bath.

When she emerged from the room, she saw Daman and Xiaoman had arrived, with her clothes in hand, sweating profusely as they waited outside.

Feng Yun was startled, "How did you two come here?"

Xiaoman said, "Just now, Guard Ji quickly rode to convey a message, asking us to prepare the lady’s clothes and headcloth and to hurry over. We’ve been rushed here without even catching our breath."

Feng Yun glanced over quickly, hummed in response, changed into clean clothes and noticed that Pei Jue was not in the room.

"Where is the General?" she asked.

Xiaoman replied, "Don’t even mention it. As the maidservant was coming here, I heard the master of the Feng Residence losing his temper, screaming and yelling that he wanted to see the Great General. He was smashing things in the camp in a rampage, even drew his sword and wounded someone in his anger, causing a complete mess...

Feng Yun nodded and sat down to lightly wipe her hair, which was as dark as clouds.

Xiaoman looked at her with a perplexed expression.

"Why are you not surprised, my lady?"

Feng Yun smiled, "Feng Jingteng’s indecency when drunk is nothing new. What is there to be surprised about? Isn’t Feng Ying just the result of one of his drunken misdeeds with a widow?"

She would always remember the shock and fear she felt as a child when she saw her parents arguing.

The tears on her mother’s face, the agony she suffered before her death, were ever-present in her memory. Thinking of it made her chest burn with pain, as if someone had pierced a large hole through her heart.

Seeing Feng Jingteng slap his own face, crying and begging for forgiveness, was particularly disgusting.

He claimed that his drunken behavior would not happen again.

But her mother never knew until she died that the daughter he had with the Chen Family was only two years younger than her.

Before her mother found out, the two of them had been carrying on for who knows how long.

Even after her mother found out, they never cut off their relations.

After her mother died, during the most torturous and darkest days, she had doubted whether the cause of her birth father, Wen Xingsu’s death, was due to Feng Jingteng and the Chen Family’s adulterous affair leading to the harm of Wen Xuan...

"My lady," Xiaoman looked at Feng Yun, a sense of frustration building up inside her.

"Don’t be sad," she said.

Feng Yun laughed coldly, "Do I look sad to you?"

Xiaoman was at a loss for words.

Having joined the Feng Residence late, she had never heard about these incidents, as they had been sealed by Lady Chen, but she knew that when Feng Yun’s mother, Lu Sanniang, had just died and was still in mourning, Lady Chen was quickly brought into the Feng Residence.

By that time, Feng Ying was already with her.

Xiaoman felt sorry for the young lady, but Feng Yun’s face was expressionless, her eyes even more piercing.

When she was not smiling, she was like a completely different person compared to when she did.

Daman’s eyes were downcast, as if lost in thought.

Xiaoman lowered her head, "My lady, do you want to go see the master of the Feng Residence? I heard just now... he was calling for you and wanted to see you immediately, he seemed very angry."

"Heh," Feng Yun’s voice was disdainful, "Then let’s go see him."