Chapter 543 - 386: Heroines_3

"Then I’ll go back and break his legs."

Feng Yun laughed softly.

"Really? Are you going to break my legs too?"

"Yes, break them all." Pei Jue’s fingers moved, pinching the soft flesh at her waist. Feng Yun couldn’t stand the tickling and laughed as she struggled on horseback.

Pei Jue steadied her, saying nothing for a long while.

It was only then that Feng Yun turned her head to look at him seriously.

"I’m sorry."

"Hmm?" Pei Jue responded slowly, his eyes filled with tenderness, "You handled it well, no need for self-reproach."

Feng Yun tilted her head, "Do you really think so?"

"Hmm."

"You’re so open-minded." Feng Yun blinked and suddenly laughed: "But when I just said sorry, it was only because you were worn out from wiping out bandits, and I dragged you out to ride horses..."

Pei Jue squinted at her and suddenly pulled the reins tight, hugging her and slapping the horse’s back forcefully.

"Giddy up—"

The horse leaped forward, and Feng Yun let out a shrill scream.

A strong wind swept down the straight village road, lifting her hair and tickling Pei Jue’s face...

Feng Yun adjusted to the speed and soon relaxed, her spirits soaring high.

"It’s so refreshing! Faster, even faster."

She was truly fearless.

Pei Jue glanced at her and spurred the horse forward.

"My lady is heroic, let’s go, I’ll take you to review the troops."

Review the troops?

Feng Yun was momentarily stunned, not quite catching his words.

"What did you say?"

Pei Jue didn’t answer again.

The warhorse quickly left Huaxi Village, heading towards the unknown official road.

The sky darkened swiftly.

All was pitch black in the wilderness.

It wasn’t until Feng Yun saw a light again that she realized there seemed to be an army encamped ahead.

The lights dotted under the night sky, people sitting on the ground, the soldiers’ hearty voices breaking the heavens, toasting and laughing heartily.

Feng Yun asked, "Where is this?"

The sound of the wind swept past her ears, drowning out her words.

Feng Yun raised her voice and asked, "What did you bring me here for, my lord?"

Pei Jue leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Hou Zhun’s troops are stationed here. I was originally planning to bring you to meet them tomorrow, but since we’re out already, let’s do it tonight."

Shentu Jiong saw Pei Jue’s horse from afar and laughed loudly:

"The Prince has arrived."

"Ah, the Princess is here too."

A group of people came to greet them.

By then, Feng Yun had already spotted Hou Zhun among the crowd.

She had met this man before.

At the banquet for Feng Jingteng’s appointment in Andu, this man sat beside Wanning’s commanding officer Gua Ping, as his deputy.

But other than that, they had no interactions.

She really couldn’t understand why Hou Zhun would not surrender to the Beiyong Army but chose to swear allegiance to her?

"Come down."

Pei Jue dismounted and extended his arm towards Feng Yun.

In front of all the soldiers, Feng Yun was much more reserved than she had been before, smoothing her hair slightly before handing her hand to Pei Jue.

Pei Jue held her as she got down, standing steady.

Feng Yun immediately resumed her usual dignified demeanor, arranging her clothes and returning salutations to Shentu Jiong and the others.

After a bit of pleasant conversation, everyone laughed and chatted merrily.

"Let’s go inside to talk." Pei Jue’s voice was very faint, revealing no particular emotion, yet like a thundering tiger in the crowd, his voice brought immediate silence.

He held Feng Yun’s hand and walked inside.

The others followed.

This was just a temporary station for Hou Zhun after he came down from the mountain. Since it was summer and there was no rain, they simply chose a quiet, uninhabited riverbank to light a fire for cooking, planning to sleep on the ground.

Before their arrival, meat was roasting on the fire and wine was piled on the riverbank. The group of people who had been fighting to the death just a few days ago were now sitting together, talking freely about the bandit suppression campaign.

Feng Yun, dressed in her splendid robe, did not let it inconvenience her, walking over and taking a seat on a flat stone just like the soldiers.

She was a lady from a dignified family who knew her manners.

And she was the valiant Princess of Yonghuai.

Hou Zhun roared with laughter.

"The Prince does not deceive me, the Princess is a heroine among women, worthy of our following."