The Slender Waist-Chapter 314 - 221 Rampant Jue_2

Feng Yun said, "I didn’t see anything."

Xiaoman: ...

Feng Yun, accompanied by her maidservant, waited a long time in the original spot. When Feng Jingteng, soaking wet, was dragged back by two guards to the flower hall, she then quickened her pace and entered.

"Father..."

In front of Pei Jue, she had to play the role of the aggrieved, filial daughter to perfection.

"What happened to you..."

Before she could finish, she covered her mouth and nose.

"How foul. What happened here?"

Jiu You glanced awkwardly at the general, then helped the shivering Feng Jingteng up.

"The master had a mishap while relieving himself in his drunken state and unfortunately fell into the privy..."

Feng Yun’s face turned ashen.

Her words had indeed become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

She really had fallen into a dung pit.

"But madam, rest assured, we have already cleaned the master," Jiu You said, noticing that Pei Jue did not utter a word, and added: "I have sent someone to find clean clothes, which they will bring soon for the master to change into."

He then winked at Lin Zhuo.

"Why aren’t you checking on it already?"

Lin Zhuo bowed his hands, "Yes."

Shortly, Lin Zhuo brought the clothes. Jiang Da, looking distressed, accompanied Feng Jingteng to an inner room to change.

Feng Yun, under the pretext of worrying about her father, also followed and waited outside, pacing back and forth.

Seeing her behavior, Jiu You and the others were a bit concerned...

Pei Jue sat silently, as unshakable as a mountain.

"Zuo Zhong." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Zuo Zhong stepped forward silently, "Your subordinate is here."

Pei Jue said, "Send someone to Andu immediately, and report that the envoy from Qi Country caused a great commotion in the Northern Yong camp and I need to accompany them for an inspection, making it impossible to continue to Andu to greet the party. Please ask the Empress Dowager to punish the crime."

Through the window, Feng Yun saw Zuo Zhong stride out and slightly lifted her lips; then suddenly, she turned to ask Xiaoman.

"My Golden Boudoir Guest is almost used up; I need to find the ingredients to make some more."

Xiaoman was utterly confused.

"Golden Boudoir Guest?"

Feng Yun chuckled, "The cosmetics I use every day..."

Since when had the cosmetics she used every day been called "Golden Boudoir Guest"?

Seeing Xiaoman’s bewildered face, Feng Yun chuckled lightly, pulled her over, and examined her face closely.

"How does my skin look?"

Xiaoman looked on with envy, "It’s as tender as a peeled egg; your maid envies you to death."

Feng Yun laughed softly, "This is the work of the Golden Boudoir Guest. Did you think I use ordinary cosmetics?"

"Unordinary?"

Xiaoman was even more puzzled.

She hadn’t been with Feng Yun for long, just a few months, and she knew only that Feng Yun liked to make her own cosmetics and did not care to buy them from the marketplace. Of course, it was a time of turmoil, and not everything for sale was of good quality; even with money, it was hard to buy good products.

Daman, hearing this, also grew curious.

"Could it be that the cosmetics the lady uses have other wonders?"

Feng Yun glanced at her, contemplating deeply.

"Naturally. My fate rests upon it."

Xiaoman was astonished, "Why does the lady’s fate depend on it?"

Feng Yun smiled and gently caressed her cheek.

"You are unaware, this Golden Boudoir Guest, besides common ingredients like marrow and pancreas used in cosmetics, contains some secret medicinal herbs. Applying it to the face makes the complexion fair and able to reshape one’s looks. Applying it to the body..."

She let out a soft chuckle, hinting but not elucidating:

"Its personal benefits are indeed not suitable to discuss. But one thing is certain, upon seeing it, men will find it impossible to resist..."

Xiaoman had never heard Feng Yun speak such provocative words directly, and was immediately blushing with embarrassment.

Daman was also very surprised.

Could the young lady actually be using such a divine object?

Feng Yun behaved as if she couldn’t see their reactions, her words becoming ever more reckless, "Why do you think the General values me so much? An enemy country’s female captive, without much talent, just by virtue of my face, could I attain his exclusive favor?"

Xiaoman: "The General has always valued the young lady, right."

"There is no ’always,’ it’s only because of this." Feng Yun lightly lifted her gaze, irresistibly enchanting, her tone tinged with a sigh:

"In this world, men never truly value a person, what they prize is only beauty."

Xiaoman seemed to half understand and to half not understand,

"Young lady, then can I use it?"

Feng Yun said, "Of course you can. However, initially there will be some discomfort, and you might not be able to bear it. Moreover, once you start using this thing, you must use it long term, without interruption."

Xiaoman’s curiosity was unbearable.

"I want to use it, I want to use it."

Daman also bashfully lowered her head.

"May the young lady bestow it."

Feng Yun smiled and took out a yellow paper from her sleeve, showing no intent to keep secrets.

"This is the recipe; gather the materials as listed, and I will teach you how to make it. But remember one thing, it must not be leaked."

"Y-yes." Daman joyfully accepted it, her eyes filled with gratitude.

-

Feng Jingteng had fallen into a dung pit and been washed with cold water, the alcohol had long since worn off. After changing his clothes and coming out, he overheard the conversation between Feng Yun and Xiaoman.

Golden Boudoir Guest, he remembered this name.

He paused for a moment in the inner room, then slowly made his way out.

"Shi’er Niang."

It was as if Feng Yun had only just noticed him.

She paused, then gave a cold smile.

"It’s been a long time."

Feng Jingteng frowned.

Wasn’t she acting the part of a filial daughter in front of Pei Jue?

How had she changed her demeanor so quickly?

"How do you speak to Father like that? Could it be that... you did it on purpose for Pei Jue to see?"

"What else could it be?" Feng Yun smiled faintly, "If the Great General were to mistake me for a disrespectful daughter, how could I follow your orders and win over his heart?"

Her words were sarcastic, but Feng Jingteng took them seriously.

"Shi’er Niang, you may resent our father, and he doesn’t blame you. But now that you are able to marry General Pei, you should also consider it as your father’s doing..."

Feng Yun scoffed bitterly.

"Is Father seeing some value in me again, wanting to recognize his daughter? I never disowned you." Feng Jingteng’s eyes held a hint of helplessness, "Originally, His Majesty wouldn’t marry you, so we had to think of other ways for an alliance. Your sister adores His Majesty, and he never rejected her... As her elder sister, now that you’ve found a good match, shouldn’t you stop dwelling on the past?"

Feng Yun scoffed before she could reply, Pei Jue approached from the end of the floral hall.

His face was stern, his expression unreadable.

Only when he drew close to her did he softly embrace her and said to Feng Jingteng:

"Wasn’t the lord intending to go with me to Mingquan Town to inspect the council hall?"

Feng Jingteng swallowed his words and saluted him.

"That was indeed the plan."

Pei Jue: "Shall we, my lord?"

"Please."

Feng Jingteng walked ahead. Seeing Pei Jue lead Shi’er Niang slowly from behind, exiting the floral hall and even carefully helping her onto the carriage as if she were a treasures, seemingly intending to take her to the Mingquan council hall, he was greatly shocked.

The King of Hell, known for his bloodthirsty and brutal reputation—who didn’t know of his fierceness?

Yet he was so caring towards Shi’er Niang...

Indeed, that Golden Boudoir Guest was a true treasure.

If Aying had it, too, why would Xiao Cheng not fall head over heels for her? And then, why would the family’s glory not be assured, Qi Country’s realm not entirely within grasp?