The Slender Waist-Chapter 48 - 40: The Grudge of the Princely Heir

Feng Yun’s heart constricted slightly, her brain going blank for a moment.

"Princely Heir did this... just to retaliate against me?"

"Don’t talk nonsense." Chunyu Yan played with her sash as if he earnestly wanted her to feel that torment; languidly, he did not pull it, as though he might tear it open at any moment, making her lose face.

"It was I who saved Qingqing. Had it not been for my timely intervention, your delicate skin and tender flesh, once in the hands of jackals and tigers, what do you think they would have done to you?"

Feng Yun gave him a feeble smile, "Jackals and tigers? Whom does Princely Heir refer to?"

Chunyu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "I’m referring to people you shouldn’t provoke."

He was nonchalant, his hand resting on the curve of Feng Yun’s waist, flicking her sash lightly.

Under his gaze, Feng Yun felt as if thorns were on her back, her eyes gradually heating up, nervously breaking into a cold sweat.

She experienced the torment that Chunyu Yan had faced that day.

"So, Princely Heir, you saved me just to humiliate me further?"

Seeing her pitiful state, Chunyu Yan’s mood inexplicably brightened. Holding one end of the sash, he brushed it lightly and seemingly absentmindedly across her face. It slid back and forth like a feather in disarray. Feng Yun, unable to bear the tickling and feeling miserable, frowned and trembled slightly due to her restraint.

"Are you afraid?"

Chunyu Yan licked his lips with interest, answering his own question.

"You needn’t be afraid. There are many attractive people in the world, but few are interesting; I wouldn’t bear to see Qingqing die too soon..."

Feng Yun didn’t look at his face, avoided his gaze, and tried not to react in any way, not wanting to satisfy his perverse interest.

"Princely Heir caring so much about me is my good fortune."

"Is that so?"

Clang!

A metallic sound rang in the quiet carriage.

The air seemed to rip open, and Feng Yun’s cheeks felt a slight coolness. She looked sidelong and saw the dagger in Chunyu Yan’s hand.

"I also got a fine blade that could easily cut hair. Guess, is it sharp?"

His voice was chilling, like a fish swimming in the water casting ripples, his phoenix eyes inspecting Feng Yun from head to toe as if she were something for his plaything. His well-defined hand held the dagger’s hilt, using the back of the blade to repeatedly glide across the thin fabric of Feng Yun’s clothing, carefully lifting and pressing down harder at times.

"Does it tickle? Relax a little... there’s an even bigger surprise waiting for you."

Feng Yun tensed up, goosebumps quickly crawling across her midsection. Wherever the back of the blade touched, she felt an unbearable burning sensation. Under tremendous fear, she trembled uncontrollably, also distressed by the helplessness of the itch that crept stealthily up her spine...

Pervert.

He just wanted to see her make a fool of herself and beg for mercy.

Might as well have given her a clean cut.

But Chunyu Yan surely wouldn’t do that.

He came back with the intention to retaliate, his interest piqued.

"Don’t be afraid. You are so endearing, how could I bear to see you die?"

Chunyu Yan looked down at her and laughed softly, "I will control the knife in my hand well to ensure it doesn’t slice through your delicate skin and tender flesh... tch... like soft tofu, it looks so nice, it would be a pity if it were damaged."

The madman returned to her every word spoken that day.

Feng Yun clenched her fists tight, her entire body drenched in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water.

But she refused to let Chunyu Yan feel triumphant.

She held herself still, motionless, her face frozen like ice.

Chunyu Yan, watching her, felt inexplicably as if his heart had been soaked in warm spring water and melted away.

He asked with delight, "Do you regret it?"

Feng Yun hummed neutrally, "Regret."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Feng Yun sneered, "I regret not being ruthless. Had I known then at Huayuejian, I would have ended you with one stroke. Indeed... the ancients did not deceive me... there should be no kindness shown to beasts..."

Beasts? Chunyu Yan’s handsome eyes instantly turned cold.

The hatred that the Feng Family’s daughter held for him was entirely unreasonable.

"Unless my memory fails me, Huayuejian was where we first met. Why do you harbor such hatred towards me?"

Feng Yun moved her dry lips, but said nothing.

Were it not for the previous life’s humiliation Chunyu Yan had inflicted upon her, of course, she wouldn’t have reacted that way at Huayuejian.

Of course, she had considered the possibility that Chunyu Yan might seek revenge, but she was unafraid.

The things Chunyu Yan had done to her before were far worse; what was happening now was truly trivial.

Her face didn’t show any shame or annoyance, only a great effort to endure, which made the doubts in Chunyu Yan’s mind grow incessantly. He was neither a lascivious demon nor did he have any lewd intentions, so why did the woman regard him as a flood beast?

Chunyu Yan sneered coldly, suddenly withdrew his hand, and slowly bent down. His palm barely caught Feng Yun’s delicate neck and began to squeeze. Slowly, it became tighter and tighter.

Feng Yun closed her eyes.

Chunyu Yan, "Do you wish for me to strangle you to death?"

Feng Yun tilted her neck slightly upward, and even though her breathing was hindered, she did not change her proud stance. She only fixed her eyes on Chunyu Yan, indifferent, without a trace of emotion, yet her eyes and cheeks were tinged with an abnormal redness.

Chunyu Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Were you drugged?"

Feng Yun turned her head away, giving him no reaction.

Chunyu Yan sneered with sudden understanding, "You suspect that I drugged you? That’s why you hate me so much?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Taking a deep breath, he abruptly released her neck, and hummed coldly, "The Princely Heir doesn’t need to resort to such despicable means to deal with a woman."

Feng Yun’s throat burned, her heart was in turmoil, and her entire mind was occupied with fighting against the now intense and fierce tidal wave of emotions. She couldn’t listen to what Chunyu Yan was saying. With her eyes closed, mouth shut, brows furrowed, she endured the agony, somewhat dazed, stiff as if she were a dead person...

She was resisting.

Against the drug, and against herself.

Her delicate skin was flushed, her neck pulsing against the blade’s edge, as if life was throbbing within.

Chunyu Yan had seen countless exquisite beauties and was never impressed, but Feng Yun was different. She was not just beautiful; she was dazzlingly seductive, like the dew on flower petals in the early morning, trembling and enticing, begging to be plucked.

"Feng Family’s Ayun? Are you conscious?"

Seeing Feng Yun sweaty yet restrained and composed, even Chunyu Yan’s breath seemed to tremble with hers, his body tensing, and his throat hardening.

"You call me a beast, so I might as well do what a beast would do..."

The dagger in Chunyu Yan’s hand seemed to have eyes of its own, gliding to wherever Feng Yun felt itchy. Although her clothing was a barrier, to Feng Yun at that moment, it felt like fuel to the fire, turning large patches of her skin red—she curled up and suffered, unable to move, yet her moans of difficulty to endure escaped her.

"Such beauty, has Pei Wangzhi ever seen it?"

Chunyu Yan studied her closely, his body very close to hers.

The sweat carried a warm fragrance, such an extreme beauty!

Chunyu Yan’s sinister thoughts, which had been accumulating for twenty years, wildly proliferated at this moment...

A fervor he had never known made him crazy. He wanted to possess the woman for himself.

When the thought arose in his mind, Chunyu Yan was quite surprised.

He did not allow himself to be swayed by others so easily. After regaining his composure slightly, he gave her a gentle smile. His breath on her face felt like a warm breeze passing by.

"You’re so tempting, it would be a shame not to indulge... but if I do, might I choke?"

His words sounded almost as if he wanted to dismember her and feast on her flesh...

Feng Yun could hear the excitement in his tone and hesitated for a moment.

Fearing she might provoke the psychopath further, she continued to maintain her "corpse" state. But how could her rapid breathing, the fine sweat on her forehead, and her extraordinary pallor keep her hidden?

Chunyu Yan’s heart began to beat violently.

His dagger slid to Feng Yun’s rosy earlobe, and his fingertip rubbed against her tender skin, sending a tingling sensation through his scalp...

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

The ambiguous voice sounded almost like the whispers of a lover, Chunyu Yan’s tone warm, seemingly void of malice.

Look! This is what a beast in human clothing looks like.

Feng Yun gasped with a laugh as she brushed her long, sweat-soaked hair from her neck, spreading it messily over the blanket, her dark eyes desperate like a trapped animal.

"Crown Prince Chunyu, do me a small favor..."

Chunyu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you offering yourself in exchange? Asking for my help to detoxify you?"

Feng Yun’s lips trembled slightly, "If it’s not too much trouble for the Princely Heir..."

Chunyu Yan sneered, "Wishful thinking!"

Feng Yun saw his quick rejection and felt slightly relieved inside. Such flirtatious closeness was not suited for her and Chunyu Yan. If mutual hatred was what there was, then they might as well stick to the matter at hand.

"Since it’s inconvenient for the Princely Heir, may I go... relieve myself?"

Chunyu Yan glanced sideways, "Trying to play tricks again? Hold it in!"

Feng Yun’s breathing grew rapidly more agitated, and her bewitching almond eyes almost brimmed with mist, appearing utterly pitiful, "If the Princely Heir doesn’t mind me soiling your carriage, then I..."

The carriage was filled with a cold fragrance, extremely refreshing.

The Crown Prince Chunyu was a man of elegance and grace; how could he allow her to act recklessly?

As expected, his face showed disgust, "Stop the carriage."