The Slender Waist-Chapter 78 - 64: The Past of the Wind Chime

Feng Yun smiled again.

"I originally thought that on the day the General received the letter, he would ask me about it,"

Pei Jue looked at her desolate expression, his dark eyes slightly narrowed.

Feng Yun said, "The Feng Family and the Jingling Royal Residence are on the same street, I have known Xiao Cheng since childhood, and we have a marriage arrangement, I am very familiar with his character. This man has been laying low for many years and has suffered humiliation after Xiao Jue ascended the throne, possessing an extreme desire for power... He won’t let go of this opportunity."

This was the easiest answer Feng Yun could give him to accept.

Having said that, seeing that Pei Jue had no reaction, she dipped her fingertip in water and forcefully drew a line on the table.

With traces of water, she drew a river, with a clearly defined difference between the North and South banks.

"It was the North-South war and the loss of control over the five towns of Andu and Wanning that gave Xiao Cheng the chance to be employed. If he does not seize the opportunity to obtain what he wants with the help of the east wind, no matter whether he wins or loses this battle, his end will not be good..."

If the battle was lost, Xiao Jue would severely punish this failed general.

If the battle was won, with weapons stored and horses released to pasture, what would the Imperial Court need him for?

Feng Yun’s fair fingers gently slid across the table, also stirring Pei Jue’s attention to follow her finger’s path, "Xiao Cheng knows better than anyone that power must be held in one’s own hands."

Pei Jue’s gaze was deep, "You really do understand him."

He spoke calmly, but Feng Yun knew he did not like to hear this.

She smiled again, "Xiao Cheng is different from the General. He does not possess the grand righteousness the General has, willing to go to great lengths to help others conquer and defend territories. He lacks a sense of security and is not content, afraid that in the end, he will come to a sorry conclusion..."

Pei Jue looked at her, "What are you implying?"

Feng Yun blinked, "I want to remind the General that only by holding power firmly in your own hands can you be truly secure."

Having died once, she understood all too well that a man’s desire for power far outweighed his desire for women.

In her previous life, she had never seen Pei Jue with ambitions of becoming king or emperor.

What if he had such ambitions in this life?

She intended to incite Pei Jue to prepare his troops well to destroy the kingdom Xiao Cheng had tirelessly built, and she also looked forward to the day when Pei Jue would break ties with Li Sangruo for the sake of supreme power...

However, Pei Jue seemed to see through her.

As their eyes met, a cold glint flowed through his dark eyes.

The room was silent, the two sat facing each other, the atmosphere becoming incredibly strange.

Feng Yun’s heartbeat quickened slightly, regretting her rashness and aggressiveness just now.

Devoted to the Northern Jin Court, how could Pei Jue easily accept such views?

One wrong move could easily backfire, making him even more wary of her...

She lowered her head, "My knowledge is shallow, I have made the General laugh."

Without looking at him, her defiance faded and she took on a more gentle, compliant appearance, her innate allure emerging effortlessly, creating profound waves.

Pei Jue’s hand lifted as if wanting to embrace her.

Just as it reached halfway, it hesitated for a moment before landing on the teacup.

"Based on what you’ve said, what should I do?"

Feng Yun was taken aback, "Hasn’t the General already made preparations? Stationed at the Huaishui Bay camp, digging trenches, setting traps, arranging defensive positions..."

Pei Jue said, "You think I should hold Andu?"

Feng Yun smiled and shook her head, "The General does not really want to hold Andu; he is just waiting for an opportunity to cross the river and attack..."

Pei Jue asked, "Where does the opportunity lie?"

Feng Yun replied, "The opportunity I mentioned to the General—waiting for Xiao Cheng to rebel."

The two fell silent.

Between them was an inconceivable tacit understanding.

This was an understanding Feng Yun did not have with anyone else, even with Pei Jue in her previous life...

So many things went unsaid, as if already understood.

Feng Yun’s snow-white hand reached out, resting on the back of Pei Jue’s hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"I await good news from the General."

Pei Jue replied, "In another ten days, the outcome will be clear."

Moving a half-million-strong army was not an easy task, and the Nanqi Court would not give Xiao Cheng too much time. With the arrow on the bowstring, it would not be possible to maintain a standoff for long, regardless of which direction it pointed.

Feng Yun’s mood relaxed.

With everything that needed to be said now out of the way, there seemed to be nothing left for them to talk about.

She glanced at Pei Jue’s face and smiled, "I’ve had some food prepared for the General, kept warm on the stove. If you’re hungry, I’ll have it brought in right away."

Pei Jue’s eyes dimmed slightly, "I’ve already eaten in the camp."

Feng Yun hummed a response, somewhat absent-minded.

Pei Jue’s brow furrowed slightly, "Go to sleep."

His voice was like clashing armor, devoid of warmth.

Perhaps due to the tension in her body, that aloof demeanor held a fascinating distance.

It pushed people thousands of miles away, yet aroused an urge to conquer...

Yes, conquer. Pei Jue always gave her that feeling.

So for Feng Yun in this life, the moment she truly possessed him, the psychological satisfaction far outweighed the physical.