The Slender Waist-Chapter 715 - 514: Confused and Hazy_2

Xiaoman had no choice but to listen to the room last night with Zuo Zhong, knowing full well what that entailed, too embarrassed to dwell on it, and hurriedly found a topic.

"There was an embarrassing incident today in Fangyun Hall, would you like to hear about it, my lady?"

Feng Yun replied lazily, "An embarrassing incident at Fangyun Hall is cause for my joy. Go on."

Xiaoman smiled brightly, with a hint of shyness.

"Yesterday, those two Palace Maids received new assignments and hurried back to Fangyun Hall to fetch their belongings... but they didn’t dare to enter the hall, so they had to ask the Female Historian for help... Little did they know, she went to the wrong place and brought out a bunch of portraits..."

Feng Yun: "What’s so embarrassing about portraits?"

Xiaoman looked at her, blinking anxiously.

"The portraits were of the King!"

The Female Historian, a recent promotee, no longer harbored the same fear for Li Sangruo, the once-restrained, old tiger of bygone times.

Originally, had she taken the wrong items, she could’ve simply returned them and that would’ve been the end of it. But Li Sangruo, feeling aggrieved, was looking for someone to lash out at, and she began to scold the historian loudly.

This provoked the Female Historian.

She publicly shook out the portraits, claiming they were taken from the Empress Dowager’s quarters.

"There were portraits in military attire, in casual dress, in court dress, and also... those wearing scant clothing... The Female Historian had a field day ridiculing them."

Fortunes rise and fall.

Even a Female Historian is mounting her head now; surely Li Sangruo is set for another bout of weeping and an outburst of temper. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Feng Yun raised her brow, "Does the King know about this?"

Xiaoman nodded, then added: "Empress Dowager Li naturally refused to admit that the portraits were of the King, only saying they were her Palace Attendants... I’ve heard from the Palace Attendants that those attendants bore some resemblance to the King."

Feng Yun scoffed coldly.

All those attendants, like other Palace Attendants, were all rounded up.

Li Sangruo, the instigator, seemed untroubled, still luxuriating in her control over Fangyun Hall.

-

The weather is just right today, Feng Yun had a light meal, and then Wen Xingsu came by.

Along with Pei Jue, the two of them, one after the other.

Pei Jue, stern as always, never smiling or speaking needlessly, expressionless, made Feng Yun gaze at him longer, almost making her wonder if she’s often haunted by ’ghost oppression’...

He’s like a different person as soon as he dresses up.

Pei Jue gave her a glance, impassive, "You siblings talk."

He nodded silently towards Wen Xingsu and went straight to the study, leaving the place to them.

Feng Yun glanced at his retreating figure but said nothing.

Wen Xingsu watched the interaction between the two, smile unchanged, and greeted warmly.

"How has Yaoyao been lately?"

Feng Yun reined in her feelings, smiling back in greeting.

"Being an attendant, I’m not on the battlefield, so naturally I am unharmed. How about you, brother? Have you been injured?"

She scrutinized Wen Xingsu.

Concern, as if about to overflow from her eyes.

Wen Xingsu couldn’t help thinking of that time in Andu when he was wounded and Yaoyao tended to his bleeding wounds...

His throat tightened, his gaze softened, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"With Yaoyao’s concern, brother dares not get injured."

Feng Yun also smiled, "You really know how to sweet-talk."

The two were conversing when Zuo Zhong suddenly came over.

"Princess, the King asks you, how should the Palace Attendants be dealt with?"

Feng Yun was taken aback.

Even Wen Xingsu was startled.

Why ask Feng Yun about such matters?

Feng Yun felt this was nothing but trouble-making, and she didn’t want to respond, but Zuo Zhong was waiting there, expecting her to speak.

Reluctantly, in front of her elder brother, she had to maintain marital harmony...

She smiled slightly, "Let the King decide, no need to ask me. If you really must ask, it should be Empress Dowager Li you’re asking."

Zuo Zhong replied, "Understood."

Feng Yun and Wen Xingsu continued their pleasantries.

Discussing the recent warfare, they both felt somewhat emotional.

Wen Xingsu said: "It seems like in the blink of an eye, Yecheng was liberated."

Feng Yun chuckled softly, "That’s no small feat, it’s been two years."

Wen Xingsu nodded, sipping his tea, "Two years, time flies."

Feng Yun curled her lips with a light laugh, "Indeed. Brother has aged two more years, and I, waiting to embrace my nephew, am almost growing old..."

Wen Xingsu shook his head with a smile, remaining silent.

Their wedding, which was originally scheduled for May,

can be said to have been postponed due to the war.

But now that Yecheng has been reclaimed, it’s becoming harder to justify any further delays,

unless...

He doesn’t want to marry.

Feng Yun felt that his eldest brother was indeed too passive regarding the marriage, showing none of the urgency a groom-to-be should have.

In Feng Yun’s eyes, there was now a hint of scrutiny.

"We need to give the Grand Princess a definitive answer about the wedding date. Eldest brother, it’s not good to keep dragging this on..."

"Alright." Wen Xingsu didn’t hesitate, his expression neither particularly joyful nor resistant, but with a light, relaxed smile, "Let Yaoyao handle the arrangements."

Feng Yun glanced at him sideways, "This is a major event in your life, you need to take it seriously."

Wen Xingsu hummed in acknowledgment.

Feng Yun asked: "Should we invite people from Tai City or not?"

Wen Xingsu hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "Up to you."

How could it be up to her?

It didn’t matter if the Feng Family invited people or not, but the Chen Family was Wen Xingsu’s birth mother...

Feng Yun thought of the last time she had beaten Chen Family in Huaxi, without considering Wen Xingsu’s feelings, and slightly softened her tone.

"Then we’ll send the invitations and leave it up to them whether to come or not?"

Wen Xingsu nonchalantly agreed, "Alright."

Before the date was set in stone, Zuo Zhong quietly came over again.

This time he said: "The King says, General Wen should be celebrated for his triumphant return, and has instructed the kitchen to prepare a feast..."

Feng Yun’s eyes narrowed.

"What is the King doing?"

Zuo Zhong pondered, "Reading petitions."

Feng Yun smiled faintly, "Busy with a myriad of state affairs, and yet he still thinks of these trivial matters. Convey my thanks to the King for his kind gesture."

Zuo Zhong’s back was slightly sweaty, and without giving further glances to her and Wen Xingsu, he clasped his fist in salute.

"I will report back immediately."

After he left, Wen Xingsu withdrew his gaze and asked with a smile:

"Did you have a fight?"

"No." It indeed wasn’t a fight.

Feng Yun didn’t wish to discuss it further.

An outsider wouldn’t understand matters between them anyway.

Wen Xingsu, observing her involuntary furrowing of the brow, a shadow passed through his eyes, "Is he still not treating you well? Has he found someone new, or..."

"No, not at all." Feng Yun laughed softly.

If she kept guessing, Pei Gou’s dignity would be lost.

She could not tell Wen Xingsu about Li Sangruo’s matter, because it involved Pei Jue’s origin.

She chuckled and shook her head, "I need to return to Andu, he’s not very willing, just a minor squabble."

She made it sound light, as if nothing had happened at all.

But how perceptive was Wen Xingsu?

And someone who knew her extremely well...

Yaoyao had secrets from him.

Wen Xingsu saw the vaguely hidden marks on her neck, his gaze darkening a bit, yet his tone remained light.

"Do you want to go back to Andu?"

Feng Yun knew her eldest brother was worried about her and smiled as she nodded.

"I need to go back early to start making arrangements for my brother’s wedding. He’s not holding me back, he just wants me to spend a couple more days with him..."

As she talked, she let out a comfortable laugh.

"Since we got married, we’ve spent more time apart than together. In this regard, I indeed owe him."

Wen Xingsu laughed lightly.

"As long as you’re alright."

The moment his voice faded, Zuo Zhong came over again.

Upon seeing him, Feng Yun’s expression immediately darkened.

If Pei Jue isn’t sick, she might as well twist off her own head!

"Princess." Zuo Zhong still wore his usual solemn expression, but what he said this time was even more direct, "The King says he has important matters to discuss, and requests a moment of your time, just fifteen minutes."

Having spoken, he stepped aside to give a respectful bow to Wen Xingsu.

"General Wen is asked to wait in the dining hall, where wine and beverages are already prepared. The King and Princess will arrive shortly..."