The Slender Waist-Chapter 772 - 550: Feeding Ambition_2

Feng Ya was slightly startled.

"Is brother-in-law so fierce?"

Xiaoman pretended to be afraid, "Not just fierce..."

She paused, hesitant to speak further, "Fifteenth Miss better not ask... After all, you’re here as a guest, and the prince won’t make things too difficult for you."

Feng Ya, looking worried on behalf of Feng Yun, furrowed her brow and asked Xiaoman, "If brother-in-law is such a character, wouldn’t my elder sister be in a difficult position?"

Xiaoman’s eyes slanted slightly as she sighed.

"Once a woman is married, she follows her husband; what can she do about difficulties..."

Feng Ya: "Then, is elder sister happy?"

Xiaoman suddenly lifted her brow playfully, "Sometimes she is happy, for instance..."

Feng Ya showed a puzzled face, "What?"

Xiaoman smiled with a deep meaning, "This I cannot say. You’ll understand once Fifteenth Miss is married."

Feng Ya realized something, her eyelids fluttered, and her already blushing cheeks seemed to suddenly be brushed with an extra layer of rouge.

"Xiaoman you...you’re embarrassing me to death."

Xiaoman pressed her lips together, smiling, and gave her a glance.

"Miss should rest, Xiaoman has tasks to attend to."

With a smile, she left, leaving behind words that sparked endless imaginings in Feng Ya.

Feng Ya twisted her handkerchief, recalling the way Pei Jue had just been, her heart racing erratically...

She had been rash towards Pei Jue just now, but Pei Jue didn’t blame her.

Could it be that he treats her somewhat differently?

Not speaking to her, just to avoid suspicion, right?

He isn’t the sort of idle Noble Young Master who prattles on at any opportunity...

Feng Ya really liked his silence, the way he kept others at a great distance. That indifference, that pride, seemed like the lonely pine on a snowy mountain peak, unique.

Her future husband should be just like that.

Not like those young noblemen who, upon seeing a lovely lady, become like peacocks courting, eagerly laying on flattery, both superficial and impetuous...

Feng Ya inexplicably began to feel impatient.

"Xiaoman, I suddenly remembered I didn’t bring the embroidered purse I wanted to offer in filial respect to elder sister. I’ll go back and get it, and return later."

Without waiting for Xiaoman to respond, she hurriedly ran off.

-

"Mother, from what I observe, elder sister does not seem to be as favored as the rumors suggest. If there’s a chance, your daughter should take some action."

Feng Ya, leaning over the desk, wrote down what she saw and heard at the Pei Residence on a piece of letter paper and handed it to her attendant.

"Take it to the post Station, give it to the lady."

The maid complied and left. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Feng Ya slowly walked out of the courtyard.

The morning light was mild.

The sky was stained with a light white hue, neither cold nor hot, the breeze gently brushing by, just the right moment.

Following the sound, she unconsciously walked toward the back courtyard’s training ground.

Pei Jue was not alone.

By his side were Zuo Zhong and Jiu You, accompanying him in practice.

Three men, tall and robust.

But in Feng Ya’s eyes, there was only that graceful figure, clashing and sweating during combat...

She hid behind the bushes, clutching the palm of her hand nervously, her whole being as if melting, drenched in sweat.

Before coming to Xijing, she had indeed been somewhat unwilling.

She never expected that the infamous, decisive King of Hell would throw her heart into such disarray.

-

When Feng Yun received the letter from Feng Ya, she read it twice and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Incredible. How on earth did she figure it out?"

It’s not only Feng Ya who would think so; in fact, many people feel that her relationship with Pei Jue, as husband and wife, is quite cold, and that Pei Jue does not show her much favor either.

They are too indifferent.

Conversations are bland, emotions are lukewarm.

Usually, they do their own things but still respect each other, there are boundaries, it’s not very warm, nor do they quarrel.

Putting aside the raging passion behind closed doors, indeed, they are not the traditionally defined loving couple.

Feng Yun neatly folded the letter, sealed it and handed it back to the Maid.

"You’ve served at the Feng Residence for more than a day or two, so you know what kind of people they are. There’s no need for me to say more."

She gently stroked the back fur of Aozai.

The Maid looked at the large cat with a ferocious appearance and had already turned pale from fear.

Feng Yun: "Do I need to teach you what to do?"

The Maid made a bitter face and shook her head continuously, "The Maid has never seen Shi’er Niang, and Shi’er Niang has never seen the letter from Fifteenth Miss. Nothing happened today."

"Very well." Feng Yun’s calm face carried a trace of a smile, her eyes cold, "You may go."

"Thank you, Madam, for sparing my life, thank you, Madam."

The Maid was very clear that the key to survival in the Feng Residence was to keep one’s lips sealed.

If Lady Tao and Feng Jingyao were to find out, no matter whether she had been coerced by Feng Shi Er Niang or not, her life would be over.

And so the Maid left.

Xiaoman, puzzled, asked Feng Yun, "Why doesn’t Madam just get rid of her directly? Why waste time dealing with her..."

It was obvious that Xiaoman did not like Feng Ya.

Feng Yun chuckled softly, "To catch big fish, one must cast a long line."

No one understood Xiao Cheng’s ambition better than Feng Yun.

The land of Dajin must have already been included in his grand strategy. Thus, since he has sent Feng Jingyao to Xijing, he would not rest without doing something, would he?

Wei Zheng did not break his word and would convey any news through Luo Yue’s mouth to Feng Yun.

Feng Jingyao’s activities in Xijing were still frequent.

Wei Zheng said that all of his activities were normal diplomatic interactions, but Feng Yun was well aware that Feng Jingyao’s personal visit was not just for normal diplomacy.

There must be some shady dealings in private.

She increased the manpower to closely monitor Feng Jingyao.

Towards Feng Ya, she put on an act of being torn and hesitant, sometimes cold-faced and sometimes feigning confusion...

Gradually, Feng Ya came to realize that this sister Shi’er was just a paper tiger with a fierce exterior but weak inside.

It didn’t matter how beautiful and capable she was born; what can she do?

If she can’t bear children, she can’t hold her head high and still has to rely on her family.

Feng Ya became more and more at ease in the Pei Residence.

Even though no one mentioned Pei Jue taking her as a concubine, Feng Yun’s permission for her to stay in the residence, and Pei Jue’s lack of objection to sending her away, was a clear enough hint, wasn’t it?

Of course, she would never think that in Pei Jue’s residence, there had been as many as twenty concubines at one time, both Feng Yun and Pei Jue never took it seriously, only considering herself special, chosen by the Feng Family to spread Pei Jue’s lineage...

Feng Yun’s attitude was more or less a tacit consent.

Just waiting for Pei Jue to take her into his chamber.

Once she carries a child and gives birth to a son, what will Feng Yun have to do with it?

A wife who cannot bear children will sooner or later be abandoned by her husband. By that time, she will be the mistress of this residence, the most cherished woman of the Prince of Yonghuai.

Once a spring-smitten young girl starts to dream, not even gods can stop her.

Feng Ya’s impetuousness and urgency were visible to the naked eye, and her correspondence with Lady Tao became even more frequent...