The Slender Waist-Chapter 701 - 505 Tragic Crying

Feng Yun gazed at him intently.

Her starry eyes shimmered with tender ripples.

"Not going to save him?"

Pei Jue repeated, "Who told you that?"

Certain news from the battlefield is not known to anyone but the commanding officers.

Of course, Feng Yun couldn’t betray Ao Qi.

She looked at Pei Jue’s unchanging expression, slowly leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and spoke softly, faintly:

"I guessed."

Her gaze was affectionate, her words tender.

However, Pei Jue saw through the pretense in her eyes.

"Ao Qi is asking for a beating."

He lowered his gaze to her, suddenly pinching her cheek.

"And you. You need to be properly punished."

Feng Yun pretended to wince in pain, furrowing her brows in dissatisfaction as she looked at him.

"What have I done wrong?"

Her face was soft and fair, very pinchable.

Pei Jue was tempted, his fingertips pressing down with a bit more force.

"Spying on military affairs, going to the front line privately."

This time Feng Yun truly felt pain.

She grabbed Pei Jue’s hand, but the man was strong, his fingertips scalding, and she couldn’t pull away.

"Bastard."

Feng Yun stared at him discontentedly.

"You eat my food, use my bowl, drink my water, live in my quarters, sleep in my bed... and you dare keep secrets from me?"

"Not just these."

Pei Jue bowed his head, drawing closer to her, his breath ambiguous at the corner of her lips.

"I also sleep with you."

Feng Yun’s heart skipped a beat.

This shameless remark... how could he say it out loud...

"How is it that after a battle, it’s like you’ve been roughened up."

Pei Jue chuckled softly, pecking her lightly.

"From now on, you’re not allowed to exchange glances with Ao Qi."

"..."

Feng Yun felt wronged.

She pushed Pei Jue aside, sitting up straight glaring at him.

Pei Jue was silent, he slowly took her hand and turned it towards the map.

Feng Yun’s arm stiffened, she struggled with him for a while, until her fingertips landed on the words "Yecheng."

Pei Jue said: "Once the Northern Yong Army approaches the city, there’s only victory or defeat, no retreating without a fight."

He glanced at Feng Yun, "When Feng Jingteng used the most beautiful woman in Xuzhou to seduce me, I didn’t back down an inch, much less now."

Feng Yun couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She thought Pei Jue was joking, but when she looked up, she saw his face stern and without a trace of a smile.

He was serious.

Pulling Feng Yun closer, he placed her between his knees, as if embracing a young girl, his expression lazy and his voice deep.

"Soldiers wield their weapons, not for me alone, and the responsibility I bear is not mine to carry alone either. If I retreat, where can the souls of those who died bravely on the battlefield rest? Their will, how can it remain? And how can the majesty of the Northern Yong Army be maintained?"

Feng Yun remained silent for a long time.

On the matter of war, Pei Jue indeed had never compromised, regardless of the reason, for anyone...

Li Zongxun thought to threaten him with the lives of the Royal Family members and Li Sangruo, believing Pei Jue would consider the big picture and withdraw from Xiangzhou, clearly he was mistaken.

The big picture in Pei Jue’s mind was beyond his foresight.

Far more stubborn than Feng Yun had ever imagined.

She said, "When does the King plan to attack the city?"

Pei Jue looked down: "Early tomorrow morning."

Feng Yun slowly moved to sit by his side, wrapping her arm around him, "Then we still have time."

Pei Jue looked down at her.

She said, "The cold winter night is quite suitable for staying in the tent, to talk..."

Her calm and relaxed tone couldn’t hide the fervent brightness in her eyes.

The candlelight popped softly, as if the wind picked up, dark clouds gathered in Pei Jue’s eyes, deep and somber, his breath unsteady, his palm pressing down on Feng Yun’s waist like a branding iron.

Then she chuckled softly, "Is it convenient to take a bath?"

Pei Jue: "It’s not."

She smiled, "Then hold me and let’s go to sleep."

Fundamentally, men are easily seduced, especially with her being so alluring.

Like a seductive fox spirit who can gnaw marrow from bones, burrowing into every crevice, nibbling bit by bit until the soul seems ready to fly away...

Pei Jue unbuckled the Biyong Sword, bent down to pick her up, faster, with more force, and more swiftly than she expected, entering the inner tent, his breathing quickened, and then he kissed her, in a completely unrestrained manner.

The military bed was very simple, with a thin blanket spread over a basic straw mat.

Feng Yun was pressed by him beneath, perhaps because the bedding was too cold, she involuntarily shivered, and then he held her tighter.

"Cold?" he asked.

Feng Yun shook her head, "The King is very warm."

Pei Jue hugged her tighter, drawing her up into his arms.

Looking at her eye-to-eye, his tall figure almost enveloped her, warming her up.

He indeed was very hot.

Soon, a fine layer of sweat seeped from Feng Yun’s back. Where their bodies touched, she felt his warmth fully and instinctively drew closer...

The gaze of the two hardly shifted.

They kept looking into each other’s eyes.

Feng Yun’s heartbeat quickened.

It was a primitive look, filled with aggression and attack...

Slowly, he bowed his head, touching her cheek down to the corner of her lips, his breath fervid. The warmth that Feng Yun longed for was on his fingers, trailing along her jade neck down, pulling open her neckline...

Feng Yun closed her eyes and slightly tremblingly climbed up his neck.

"You better not have lied to me."

Pei Jue bowed his head, observing her brows and eyes, "Hmm?"

Feng Yun said: "Do you truly not wish to save Li Sangruo? I thought you stationed troops at Jade Belt Bay just to find a way to rescue..."

Pei Jue didn’t speak, covering her mouth with his, the kiss gentle yet with a punitive intensity as if venting something, or as if seeking confirmation from her.

"Don’t be foolish."

Feng Yun responded with a muffled hum.

His scorching body temperature brought a familiar numbness to her stiff body. She tilted her head back, grasping the sheets with both hands as her breathing became gradually uneven.

"It’s quite strange; how did Li Zongxun think of using his own daughter to threaten you? It’s said that blood is thicker than water, and even tigers do not eat their offspring... When one climbs to high positions, do they really lose their humanity? I used to believe there could be no father crueler than Feng Jingteng, but Li Zongxun... He surpasses him."

Pei Jue stared at Feng Yun, his Adam’s apple moving involuntarily.

Feng Yun did not understand the meaning behind his look.

She smiled sweetly.

Looking up at him.

That sort of gaze was one Pei Jue had never seen before.

Sharp, with a vicious edge.

It seemed as if with one more glance, one would fall into her abyss.

"I am very keen to see the once unassailable Empress Dowager Li presiding over the court, what she looks like now, and what her emotions are..."

Pei Jue: "Is this the reason you came?"

"Yes." Feng Yun softly curled her lips into a smirk, the tingling sensation from his fingers seeping through her skin, flooding her insides with a rush of blood that made her mind less sharp than usual.

Staring into his eyes, she felt an ineffable sense of satisfaction.

"Seeing her in pain fulfills my heart’s wish..."

Pei Jue leaned forward, gently biting her neck.

"Is that enough?"

Feng Yun’s eyes looked hazy as she took a deep breath, "I am very kind. But this isn’t enough..."

"You wish her dead?"

"Let her live."

Feng Yun’s mind became more and more muddled, the string in her heart pulled back and forth by the man’s lips and tongue, as if swinging on a swing, ready to snap at any moment...

In her previous life, it was Li Sangruo’s maltreatment that made her believe she was abandoned by everyone—family, lovers, all betrayed her, making her debase herself in naïve trust.

In this life, it all came back to haunt her.

"Living is better... To watch what kind of fortune the karma she created last life brings her."

Pei Jue held her arms above her head, his voice slightly hoarse.

"You hate her that much?"

Feng Yun squinted her eyes, not speaking, staring straight at him.

Her silence was more provocative than words...

Her eyes seemed veiled with a mist, her damp smile spreading to the corners of her mouth, the tips of her eyes... and even her body, blooming moistly.

Her expression was cool, far from her usual submissive and elegant demeanor. Looking closely, there was a wildness about her, as if she were ready to release her instincts...

Wild.

Enchanting.

Carefree.

Tearing out of a cage.

Staring at him, just like that, laughing.

"My King, I am somewhat impatient now."

Pei Jue’s breath became unstable: "What?"

Feng Yun smiled lightly, seizing his belt, adjusting her position, flipping herself on top of him, taking the initiative to kiss his cheek, and then swiftly undressed him, her eyes so enchantingly soft they seemed ready to liquefy into water.

"I can’t wait to see you enter... Yecheng... I want to see her cry, cry miserably in front of me."

Pei Jue’s restraint snapped before she even mentioned Yecheng.

His blood surged to the utmost limit, amidst her reckless madness, his throat parched, breathing heavy, veins on his neck bulging...

Feng Yun could utter nothing but moans.

But at this moment, her mind was especially clear.

Before today, she had been reserved, enduring, even in the face of hatred.

Whether it was towards Li Sangruo, Xiao Cheng, or anyone else.

This was the first time she laid bare her spite in front of Pei Jue, smiling spitefully, like a meek and beautiful fish that suddenly opened its mouth, revealing the teeth of a great shark within, sharp, without any hesitation, waiting to strike.

She was excited, almost to the point of dizziness.

Pei Jue was even more beastly than she was.

One garment after another was discarded, without the need to hide anymore, watching and touching.

Soft hair, pitch-black eyes, a body so feverish it seemed ready to burn...

Gone was the unfamiliar embarrassment, only the familiar longing remained, bursting forth with mad force as they embraced each other.

Feng Yun screamed.

Biting down onto Pei Jue’s shoulder, she actively devoured him.

Ah, Li Sangruo.

This is what you so desperately desired...

Men, and empires.