The Slender Waist-Chapter 63 - 50: The Soft Whip Qiu Tong

Chunyu Yan sneered coldly.

The air around them became chilling and solemn.

"How will you atone for your sin?"

Feng Yun looked around at the servants with difficulty.

"May I ask the Princely Heir to dismiss those around us?"

"Leave us," Chunyu Yan muttered viciously.

What was loathsome about this young woman was that despite having committed so many shameful deeds, she still carried herself with the grace of a noble family...

This tender and pretty face, nobody who saw her would believe she was someone who could hold a dagger against a man’s vital points and blackmail him without compunction...

Chunyu Yan hated her in his heart.

The image of that day was like a venomous insect in his brain, replaying countless times in his mind. Each time he thought about it, the unbearable craving spread like a disease, growing madly within him.

Nothing could alleviate it...

How absurd!

Chunyu Yan sat back down with a cold face, giving not the slightest bit of warmth to Feng Yun.

The servants left one after another.

Each of them felt somewhat grateful to Feng Twelve, as it was the perfect timing for her arrival; otherwise, in this sweltering heat, there was no telling what the crazed Princely Heir would do to them...

—

Feng Yun’s lovely face always wore a smile.

When the courtyard was free of others, she bent down to pick up the soft whip, looking quite fond of it and full of admiration.

"Is this something the Princely Heir does not want? Such a delicate whip, I have never seen one like it before..."

Then she looked up, asking Chunyu Yan seriously,

"It would be a pity to discard such a fine object; how about the Princely Heir give it to me as a gift?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Chunyu Yan sneered repeatedly.

How could she think so wishfully?

This whip, named "Wushao," was a leather whip crafted by a water worker, its toughness and power could be called a martial artist’s treasure; he had gone to great lengths to obtain it.

So, of course, it was not something Chunyu Yan had discarded.

It was simply thrown in anger when he beat someone earlier.

But Chunyu Yan forgot to refuse—

Watching Feng Yun’s porcelain-like delicate fingers grasp the dark round handle of the whip, happily caressing it briefly before gripping it firmly and swinging it twice, he found his throat dry, a sensation as if she had grabbed hold of him, sending a tingling numbness down his spine...

Feng Yun: "Does the Princely Heir agree?"

Chunyu Yan’s dark eyes flashed faintly.

This Wushao whip indeed suited such delicate hands.

"Take it," he said in a hoarse voice, nearly biting his tongue.

"Many thanks, Princely Heir," Feng Yun saw his jaw tense, and beneath the Mountain Eagle Mask, those cold, bizarre eyes glinted strangely as she thanked him with a bow.

"It’s said that Yunchuan is rich in resources and its people prosperous; I used to be skeptical, but today I’ve truly opened my eyes..."

Feng Yun was simply chatting idly, now delighted with a fine whip in hand, she couldn’t help but indulge in the pleasure of fiddling with it, and right in front of Chunyu Yan, she gave it a new name.

"I’ll call you Qiu Tong, a perfect pair with Jian Shui," she said.

Fearing Chunyu Yan wouldn’t understand, she thoughtfully explained,

"Jian Shui is that curved dagger, the Princely Heir has seen it..."

Chunyu Yan’s throat tightened.

She really had a way with words.

He yearned to strangle her on the spot.

Feng Yun, seeing his icy glare, simply smiled nonchalantly.

"’Bones heavy and spirit cold as the heavenly equipment, a pair of eyes sharp as the autumn water.’ Eyes like the autumn water, this name is in memory of its original owner."

She was taking advantage and acting coy.

Fortunately, she knew how to indirectly compliment his looks as being comparable to Qiu Tong...

"The name is acceptable," Chunyu Yan spoke sarcastically, his bruised jaw adding a queer tone, "Now tell me, how will you make amends?"

Feng Yun said, "The most sincere way would be to turn the tables. As long as the Crown Prince Chunyu is willing..."

Was she suggesting he do to her what she did to him?

Chunyu Yan sneered coldly, "You wish."

Feng Yun: ...

She hadn’t even finished speaking.

"Fine, please tell me, Princely Heir, how should I atone?"

Chunyu Yan glanced sideways, his fingertips brushing his robe.

"To strip your skin and make a drum, to hear it sound every morning when I rise."

"To draw out your sinews for oil, to light at night, for illumination..."

"Hiss... That sounds rather good, but a person can only die once. Once dead, there will be no more fun to have, what a pity..."

He spoke with chilling horror.

Waiting to see Feng Yun’s face change with fear.

However, as the air filled with a bloody scent, Feng Yun still stood composed and elegant, playing with his whip, her voice light and carefree,

"That’s fine. Princely Heir, make your choice."

Chunyu Yan suspected what she had really come here for.

Was it provocation?

Idle chatter?

It didn’t seem like either...

Could it be that she was enchanted by his handsome looks?

In the matter of appearance, the Crown Prince Chunyu was quite confident.

According to his mother, there was no one who, after seeing his face, had not been discolored, shocked, or fallen for him...

Moreover, he was still young at that time; now that he had grown up, he was even more attractive than before...

If Feng Yun’s beauty could captivate a city, then he, Chunyu Yan, captivating a country was no trouble at all.

This young woman was the only one aside from the Chunyu family who had seen his face after he became an adult; it made sense for her to be infatuated with him.

But one moment she was drugging Pei Jue and trying to seduce him, and the next, she came knocking on his door entangling him in her affairs—likely harboring no good intentions—

This woman was malicious!

When ruthless, she wouldn’t even spare herself.

Chunyu Yan flicked his sleeve, concealing the bruise on his cheek, and picked up the teacup from the desk, sipping it casually.

"Qingqing came to Huayuejian the other day to borrow grain, offering to exchange ’Essential Techniques of Agriculture.’ Now that the two hundred thousand stones of grain have been taken, where is the Essential Techniques of Agriculture?"

Situated at the border of three countries, Yunchuan was surrounded by steep mountains and barren land; the cultivation was not fruitful, which was the reason for Chunyu Yan’s travels to obtain grain.

When Feng Yun mentioned the ’Essential Techniques of Agriculture’ before, it wasn’t that Chunyu Yan wasn’t tempted, he simply didn’t believe that a young girl could truly possess such skills.

This question hit Feng Yun right on the mark.

"I was just waiting for the Princely Heir to ask," declared Feng Yun, fully prepared as she presented a small booklet with both hands, "All that is written here applies to Yunchuan Country. However..."

Chunyu Yan raised his eyebrows, "However, what?"

Feng Yun smiled, "Techniques are static, people are dynamic. The recorded farming techniques are mostly obscure and difficult to grasp..."

Pausing, she said cordially, "After the end of the war, I will accompany the Princely Heir to Yunchuan Country, to impart the teachings personally, and I will not go back on my word..."

She was embellishing her own face, searching for soil to survive.

However, Chunyu Yan’s ears itched at her words.

All this roundabout talk, did she want to go back to Yunchuan with him?

Chunyu Yan gave her a dark, profound glance.

"Very well. I’m not afraid of you playing tricks. If the harvest does not meet your promises, I will take your head."

"Agreed," Feng Yun bowed deeply, stealing glances at his expression.

Chunyu Yan hated how openly she avowed her enmity—if the Ge brothers were in his hands, how could she show not the slightest reaction?

Feng Yun glanced around the courtyard, and said with a smile, "The last time I came to Huayuejian, it was late at night and quiet; I had no mind to appreciate the scenery of the garden—quite regrettable... If the Princely Heir doesn’t mind, may I walk around?"

Huayuejian’s name was very beautiful, and so was the garden.

Seeing the admiration and longing in her eyes, Chunyu Yan narrowed his eyes and watched her for a moment before slowly rising to his feet.

"Then I shall broaden your horizons."

—

The two, each with their own scheming, wandered around Huayuejian for the better part of an hour.

In Chunyu Yan’s eyes, the Feng Family’s daughter was quite gentle and tender today, and her attitude towards him was entirely different from the previous two times.

She spoke a great deal, talking about the political situation between Nanqi and Northern Jin, the livelihood and commerce of Andu, and naturally, her boasted farming techniques—there was quite a sense of a confidante...

Her perspectives surprised Chunyu Yan.

Unfortunately, the events of that day implanted a demon’s seed in his heart, rampant and wild; he could no longer regard this malicious woman, who played with her own life, with indifference.

Every time he looked into her eyes, his lower back would tingle unbearably. Though he appeared nonchalant, his gaze couldn’t stop admiring her hand gripping the whip handle...

"Princely Heir?" Feng Yun, noticing him staring at her hand holding the whip, asked with a smile,

"Are you reluctant to part with this whip?"

She clenched the soft whip in her hand like a precious treasure, as if fearful that Chunyu Yan would snatch it back. Her hands were pale and smooth, nails well-kept, the whip handle tight in her grip, revealing only the rounded tip—like a cat clawing at one’s heart...

Chunyu Yan’s throat itched, "Once given, it’s yours."

Feng Yun, seeing that she couldn’t extract any information from him, gradually grew impatient.

"That’s good. By the way, have you found Lian Ji?"

Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrowed ominously.

"What does it matter to you?"

"Oh..." Of course, it was none of her business.

Feng Yun bowed slightly, her manners flawless as she paid her respects.

"Then that is all for today. Thank you for your hospitality, Princely Heir. Shall we talk again after the war ends?"

Without waiting for Chunyu Yan’s response, she gracefully took her leave.

"Princely Heir, I bid you farewell."

Chunyu Yan had been distracted looking at the whip, and now seeing her turn to leave without a hint of attachment felt like a slap in the face.

"Please leave at your leisure; no need to see you out."

His emotions were not outwardly shown, but the bulging veins on the back of his clenched hands betrayed tremendous fury within.

"Feng Yun, I will tear you apart someday."

To shreds, to chew up, leaving no bones.