The Slender Waist-Chapter 786 - 559 The Great Prison Cold

The news of the Feng Family’s downfall reached Xijing, and Feng Yun’s mood was exceedingly subtle.

To live better than those who have harmed oneself is a universally delightful sensation.

Feng Yun was certainly delighted.

But she, felt it was not enough.

Firstly, she didn’t witness the disgraceful plight of those people with her own eyes.

Secondly, downfall does not equate to eradication.

Descendants of the Feng Family can still thrive on the centuries-old family accumulation, enjoying the pleasures of life as fish in water.

The Chen Family also has the backing of maternal relatives; although Feng Ying was confined for injuring Daman, it merely ended her chance at becoming the Empress...

She still holds the title of Imperial Concubine, being Xiao Cheng’s woman.

Xiao Cheng stripped the Feng Family of its influence at the Imperial Court, yet preserved its dignity.

Who knows, they might rise again one day, leaving her vengeance unfulfilled.

After much deliberation, Feng Yun inquired of the messenger from Tai City.

"Is Daman doing alright?"

Previously, Xiao Cheng used Daman to oppress Feng Ying, and by extension, suppress the Feng Family, but Daman is also a Miss Feng.

Once she becomes useless to Xiao Cheng, what will happen then?

The messenger replied: "Rest assured, Princess, the Imperial Physician has seen her; with some time and care, Lady Hua Man’s injuries will heal."

Feng Yun nodded, inquired about some trivial matters, gave a generous reward, and after having Ge Guang escort the messenger out, she then opened Daman’s letter.

The messenger, who came along with the Qi Envoy, carried the openly sent letter from Daman, which must have been tampered with in the content...

Feng Yun peeled off the second layer of the letter and slowly toasted it over the fire, revealing the words.

"My dear, do not worry, I know my limits well with the palace walls I’ve hit. Qi Country without the Feng Family means other noble families are no match for His Majesty. As long as His Majesty allows me to live, I shall thrive."

"It’s a pity you couldn’t witness the downfall of the Feng Family, His Majesty truly has skillful tactics, and this time I truly enjoyed it..."

Feng Yun slightly furrowed her brow.

There was nothing alarming about Daman’s letter.

However, besides the overt joy of revenge, there was an admiration for Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng...

Feng Yun slowly envisioned that man’s figure in her mind.

Despite her dislike, she had to admit that Xiao San was capable, bold, and a charismatic man.

Such a man, with a handsome appearance, had attracted her and the maidens of Tai City back then, and naturally, Daman now...

And after many years of living together, how could Daman not be moved?

Xiaoman peeked over and asked, "My lady, is my sister alright?"

Feng Yun handed her the letter, "Burn it after reading."

Xiaoman took it over, "Understood."

Feng Yun glanced at her joyful appearance and smiled.

"Today the Qi Envoy enters the city, and naturally, the King will be busy, instruct the kitchen to prepare some Sobering Soup."

Seeing Daman was unharmed, Xiaoman was relieved, burned the letter, and then teasingly turned to Feng Yun.

"My lady seems to care about the King more and more..."

Feng Yun adjusted her sitting position and smiled.

"Stop your jokes, go along. I need to rest for a while."

The lady often sits alone.

Only Aozai can keep her company.

Xiaoman obeyed and closed the door.

Feng Yun lay down languorously, beckoning Aozai over, stroking its back, and slowly closing her eyes.

At this moment, she felt exceedingly comfortable.

This kind of joy is hard to describe...

Step by step, reversing a predetermined nightmare, mastering her life, turning endless ridicule and cold stares, like blades, back upon her foes, slowly marching them towards their doom.

Her victory was not just over external enemies, but also over the enemies within her heart—cowardice, fear, and hesitation accumulated in her past life.

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All of Xijing was discussing how Qi Country would react after Dajin detained the Qi Envoy, even threatening execution.

The talk of impending war was everywhere.

The citizens of Xijing even began preparing food and supplies for the upcoming war.

However, Feng Yun was resting securely, untroubled.

At night, Pei Jue returned.

He brought back an unanticipated piece of news.

Not only did Xiao Cheng not reprimand Dajin for its discourtesy, but he also sent an Envoy with a letter of apology and confession, all acts displaying weakness.

Feng Yun laughed: "What a ruthless move, an apology and confession directly cut off the Feng Family’s retreat and essentially sentenced Feng Jingyao to death."

Pei Jue sat down beside her, lightly massaging his brow, his eyes drooping, not looking at Feng Yun.

"First-rate tactics."

Feng Yun said: "This man has deep foresight and is skilled in manipulation; given enough time, he will surely fulfill his ambitions, and this world might just fall into his hands..."

Pei Jue raised his eyes, his gaze intense.

"Lady Yun thinks highly of him."

Feng Yun looked at his calm face, utterly unaware of the turmoil beneath, and merely smiled lightly.