The Slender Waist-Chapter 672 - 486: The Love of the Past Life (2)

Their eyes met.

Feng Yun felt somewhat bewildered.

"Have I changed a lot?"

Pei Jue hummed, "A lot. To him, to me."

Feng Yun tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She could barely remember what Xiao Cheng looked like anymore.

Whenever she tried to recall his face, it was always blurred, and she couldn’t bring herself to think too hard about it.

Reflecting on the feelings of her past life, Feng Yun’s lips turned slightly white; she took a sip from her cup to calm herself before speaking.

"After I died, how did Xiao Cheng explain it to the people? And how long did he and Feng Ying live on happily afterwards?"

Pei Jue’s gaze shifted slightly as he spoke indifferently:

"Feng Ying died less than half an hour after you."

Feng Yun was stunned.

Feng Ying had left her presence haughtily, her face full of color, living the good life, and she didn’t appear to suffer from any serious illness. How could she have died within half an hour?

Feng Yun shook her head.

"How is that possible? How could Feng Ying die? Was she struck by lightning?"

Pei Jue: "She was struck down by me."

Feng Yun’s radiant face immediately became reserved.

Pei Jue’s eyes grew slightly colder.

"First, her hands and feet were chopped off, then her tongue, eyes, nose... In the end, she was thrown into the stables."

He cut the horse’s reins and set fire to the hay. Startled, the horses trampled right over Feng Ying.

Feng Yun was so shocked that she could barely cope; she felt a lump in her throat, a sourness in her nose, and her tears almost spilled over before she looked up and forced them back.

After a moment of silence, she asked in a hoarse voice.

"So you... came to Qi Palace?"

Pei Jue: "Yes. I did."

So what she had seen that day was real.

The person walking towards her with a blood-dripping Biyong Sword in hand.

And that trembling, dying whisper of "Waist"...

It was not an illusion, but a real sound from Pei Jue’s own mouth.

He had come.

Not only had he come, he had also avenged her by killing Feng Ying...

But what about Xiao Cheng?

How could he just watch Pei Jue storm the palace and kill someone?

Could he be a dead man, unable to protect even the woman he loved most?

An inexplicable worry lodged in her throat, and Feng Yun tensed up.

"Then... What about Xiao Cheng?"

Pei Jue said: "There were many guards around him, I couldn’t kill him."

Feng Yun’s heart nearly leapt out of her throat.

"And what about you? Did you manage to escape afterwards?"

Pei Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his brow furrowed unconsciously.

The battle at Qi Palace visualized before him.

Flames spread, reaching for the sky...

A sudden shout shattered the silence, drumming against the eardrum, rushing up to the high eaves of Qi Palace, breaking through the segmented sky.

Blood flowed beneath his feet, washed away by the cold rain, quietly following the wall’s base...

He fought as he went...

Knives, spears, shields, and arrows flew in all directions.

Screams, roars, carnage, hell on earth.

Until he fell--

Collapsing amongst Xiao Cheng’s overwhelming forces...

It wasn’t that he had been careless, fighting bravely alone; it was that upon receiving the news from within Qi Palace, there was no time for a more thorough plan, and he had forcibly barged in...

Unfortunately, he was still one step too late.

Pei Jue sighed deeply, staring intensely into Feng Yun’s expectant eyes, "I escaped."

Feng Yun asked, "You said Qi Palace was heavily guarded, so... did you storm in with a large army?"

Otherwise, how could he possibly have escaped?

Pei Jue hummed indifferently.

"Your Xiao Lang is no match for me. What’s so difficult about leaving Qi Palace?"

Feng Yun’s lips twitched slightly.

Masculine pride, that odd desire to win...

She nodded, then let out a sigh.

"I died a tragic death in Qi Palace and only then did my soul return. What about you? How did you come back to life?"

Pei Jue’s brow furrowed for a moment.

After a slight hesitation, he spoke as if it were nothing:

"I woke from a sleep, and I was back. When I opened my eyes, I was already at Andu City’s gates, and I received news that Feng Jingteng wanted to offer a beautiful surrender."

Feng Yun’s brows knitted as she watched his resolute, unemotional face, but she couldn’t help asking.

"Then in your past life... what happened afterward? Did you get married and have children?"

Pei Jue glanced at her lightly, "I was reborn before that could happen."

Feng Yun looked at his serious, handsome face and curved her lips slightly, "That’s truly a pity. It seems you were moved by my soul, my bad, my bad, for delaying the great affairs of your life..."

After saying that, she sighed deeply again.

"I wonder how that Xiao Dog felt after Feng Ying’s death, grieving and weeping bitterly... He didn’t end up living to a ripe old age with three thousand in his harem, did he?"

Feng Yun shuddered with disgust, shaking her head vehemently, rejecting her own thoughts.

"Impossible, impossible, he has committed many evils and is bound to die a violent death."

Pei Jue looked at her, his lips moved, but he did not utter a word.

Feng Yun: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Pei Jue: "No, do you?"

Feng Yun: "I... do."

Her eyes deeply fixed on Pei Jue, suppressing the tumultuous emotions in her heart, she finally asked.

"Did you go to Zhaode Palace that day, did you see my son... my Queque, how... how is he?"

Pei Jue’s eyes dimmed slightly.

"I was a step too late. I only saw Feng Ying, committing evils in Zhaode Palace."

Feng Yun’s chest ached sharply, as if a chunk of her heart had been forcefully gouged out, tears swirling in her eyes, she felt dizzy, almost fainting.

Pei Jue did not say what evils Feng Ying had committed, but why would Pei Jue deal with Feng Ying so ruthlessly?

One could imagine that in Queque’s last moments, Feng Ying must have done something inhumane to her son, something so heinous that even Pei Jue could not bear to watch, and had to strike her down hard...

Feng Yun clutched her chest, feeling a suffocating sensation swirling, twisting inside, causing her sharp pain.

Pei Jue said: "It’s all in the past. With Feng Ying’s death, your little son should be living well."

Feng Yun, looking at his calm face, felt her long-suppressed sorrow surge to her throat almost instantly.

He could face Queque’s death with such calm, which meant he did not know Queque’s true heritage.

If that was the case, why should she pierce the truth and make him bear the pain of losing a son with her, to forever wander in guilt and remorse, unable to escape that nightmare?

-

By the time the two returned from the back garden, it was dusk.

The servants looked at them, secretly casting envious glances.

The King and Princess truly exemplify affection.

Even after being married for so long, they are still inseparable. Even though the King manages a multitude of affairs every day, he does not forget to accompany the Princess in appreciating the spring blossoms...

Watching them return to their chamber, a few maidservants, guessing what might happen, changed the bedsheets, prepared bathwater, and fragrances, getting everything ready for a spring night for the King and Princess...

But today, perhaps because she had dwelt so much on the past, Feng Yun’s heart was too pained, she could not pretend as if nothing had happened and be affectionate with Pei Jue like a pair of lovesick birds.

And Pei Jue, probably feeling the same, seemed unable to extricate himself from the past for a long time. After sending her back to her room, he said:

"Rest early. I will come back late tonight."

His voice was hoarse.

Feng Yun hummed, "My King, do not overexert yourself."

Pei Jue glanced at her, "Okay. Arrange the trip back to Andu yourself. If you need anything, find me."

Feng Yun: "Don’t worry, I am the Chief Historian of the Royal Mansion, after all, there’s nothing I lack."

Pei Jue, looking at her red eyes, raised his hand to the back of her head, then slowly slid it down to her back, and pressed her firmly against his chest for a moment before releasing her and looking into her eyes.

"The past is gone, let us both look to the rest of our lives."

Feng Yun’s heart, crying in a corner, trembled slightly.

"The past is gone, we look to the rest of our lives."

-

That night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Feng Yun tossed and turned in her bed, until she heard Pei Jue’s intentionally light footsteps in the dark corridor.

"My King."

It was Huanhuan, yawning, greeting Pei Jue.

Pei Jue: "How is the Princess?"

Huanhuan: "The Princess went to sleep at the usual time and did not get up at night."

Pei Jue said no more and pushed the door to enter.

A solitary lantern burned in the room, its flame flickering in the night breeze.

Pei Jue walked around the screen, slowly pulled aside the bed curtains, and quietly looked at the person inside.

After a long while, Feng Yun heard him sigh softly, and then he went to the washroom.

Feng Yun listened to the sound of water, her mind tangled like a ball of yarn.

Pei Jue, drying himself, gently pulled back the corner of the covers and lay down when a delicate body crashed heavily into his arms.

Pei Jue was startled, wrapping an arm around her waist and lowering his head to stroke her face.

"What’s wrong?"

Feng Yun buried herself deeper in his embrace, hiding her face from him, immersed in the faint fragrance lingering from his bath, her muffled voice said:

"My King, please humor me with a little sentimentality before parting."

Pei Jue held her tighter, gently lifting her face.

"Is it because I didn’t keep you company?"

Feng Yun shook her head slightly, "I’m not so unreasonable."

This was her sincere truth.

At this critical juncture, she understood well enough not to cling to a man.

However, Pei Jue seemed to misunderstand, thinking she was speaking sarcastically out of anger.

"Fool." He gently pecked Feng Yun’s tender lips and whispered seductively, "You are my wife. It’s only right for me to accompany you."

For some reason, Feng Yun thought of their past promises.

With half-closed eyes, she softly asked, "Are we truly husband and wife now?"

Pei Jue gently cradled her chin, "What do you think?"

"Fake."

"Hmph."

Pei Jue’s lips formed a displeased arc, and he moved atop her, gently pinning her hands to either side, then he bent down to kiss the tender stretch of her neck, trailing downwards among heavy breaths, as if to draw out her soul from her body, tenderly provoking her until she shuddered lightly, and a series of captivating moans spilled from her throat...

Green waists of delicate flowers too frail for spring.

The silent plane tree listens to the rain of March.

All the heart’s affairs were dissolved into this night. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This night, Pei Jue was particularly unrestrained, as if deliberately creating a peak of pleasure before parting, no longer holding back, both dominant and gentle as if to thread her onto his own bones...