The Slender Waist-Chapter 677 - 490: Feng Yun Grows Suspicious

Pei Jue escorted Feng Yun out of Xijing for three hundred miles before he took Zuo Zhong and Jiu You back on the return journey...

When he left, Feng Yun was still asleep.

Last night, they had stayed at a large posthouse called Andu; it was anything but peaceful.

Before he left, the impatient Prince of Yonghuai had exerted himself so much that Feng Yun almost melted into him. The next day when she awoke, her entire body remained moist and scorching hot, taking a long time to calm down...

Pei Jue left in the dead of night.

Once Feng Yun had fallen asleep, he rode away under the cover of darkness...

When Feng Yun woke up and saw the empty room, only the young alligator was lying on the side of her bed looking at her, its pitiful little eyes almost amusing her.

"The bad guy left, and my little one isn’t happy?"

The young alligator got up, moved closer to her, and then "plop" fell down again, rubbing its head against her.

This was a cat that understood human nature.

It vanished whenever Pei Jue came and reappeared only after he left.

"Are you two nemeses or what? When he is here, you’re not; when you’re here, he isn’t."

The young alligator gently licked the back of her hand.

Feng Yun laughed softly, petting the creature’s head for a long time before she finally mustered the strength to get up and gave orders.

"Prepare to set off."

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Back on the road, Feng Yun stopped only for meals and did not stay overnight anymore, hurrying back to Andu both day and night.

She arrived at nightfall.

As expected, at this hour, everyone would have been asleep, and the village would be quiet.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the official road of Huaxi, she saw the light of torches flickering in the night breeze...

Feng Yun peered out from behind the curtains.

"What is happening up ahead?"

Her voice had barely fallen when a shout came from the other side.

"My lady——"

"My lady has arrived!"

Then came a wave of shouts, filled with surprise and excitement, as the crowd surged forward, pressing towards the carriage.

This was a familiar scene from memory, like long-separated relatives reuniting.

With excitement, Xiaoman said:

"My lady, it’s Alou, Uncle Xing and the others who’ve come to pick you up... Granny is here too, as well as Awan, Guan Ji, Jiang Ji, and the ladies Ying and Kong... ah, there are also the Yang stewards and many others... so many people, so many! "

There were so many familiar faces that Xiaoman couldn’t count them all.

She was buoyant with excitement, leaning halfway out of the carriage window, waving her arms toward the crowd and shouting. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"We’re back! How are you all?"

"Good."

"We are all good!"

Someone on the other end responded with a laughing voice.

Others sighed with relief.

"I’ve said it before, my lady would never abandon us..."

"There are those gossipy curs, spouting nonsense. If I hear any of it, I’ll tear their mouths out."

Gleefully, Xiaoman said, "Our Awan is getting bolder by the day. Whose mouth is she planning to tear apart this time?"

Awan replied, "I’ll tear yours. Sneaking around with the Left Guard, getting hitched without inviting us to the banquet, just wait, I’ll take care of you later..."

The crowd joined in the teasing.

Xiaoman immediately blushed, retracted her head back into the carriage, and dared not to argue with Awan any further.

Feng Yun drew back the curtain, waved to the people, and smilingly said:

"Everyone, please go back. It’s late, we’ll talk tomorrow."

The crowd verbally complied but continued to follow the carriage.

Feng Yun, surrounded on all sides, felt like a star amid the moon as she finally stopped at the gates of the estate.

When she had left, it had been the cold winter.

Now upon her return, it was April in the human world.

It felt like another lifetime.

The estate had long prepared a feast with hot, steaming dishes, the fragrance of which wafted from afar.

The people ushered Feng Yun inside with great enthusiasm.

As Feng Yun walked and talked with the crowd, she crossed the threshold into the hall and saw there—an acquaintance—

Underneath the indifferent Mountain Eagle Mask, a pair of unrestrained, wild eyes sparkled, a prominent nose, and an exquisite jawline formed a stunningly attractive profile...

Chunyu Yan?

Feng Yun stopped in her tracks.

Chunyu Yan looked up, his gaze meeting hers sideways.

Their eyes collided in midair.

Feng Yun arched an eyebrow, remaining silent.

Chunyu Yan rose to his feet, giving her a slight bow.

"Princess of Yonghuai, it has been a long time."

Indeed, it had been quite some time.

Feng Yun looked at his unapproachable mask.

"Why isn’t the Princely Heir returning to his mansion at this late hour?"

Chunyu Yan’s eyes lifted slightly, and when he spoke, it seemed his lips bore a smile.

"Have I not made it clear enough, or is Feng Twelve simply dull-witted?"

Feng Yun: "Have you come to find fault with me in the middle of the night?"

Chunyu Yan curved his lips, slowly approaching with a mix of teasing and seriousness.

"The Princess has returned, and I, having failed to greet you from afar, naturally had to wait at your estate to see if there were any orders from the Princess?"

A few months apart, and his irritating mouth got even worse?

Feng Yun was tired, weary, and famished; she had no energy to spar with Chunyu Yan.