Chapter 725 - 519 Love Who Deceives Who_2

It was as if she had committed some heinous crime...

And he, he was merely teasing her a bit.

Compared to what she initially did to him, it was but a petty trick against a grand scheme.

He scoffed, "So petty! Feng Shi Er, can’t you just give me, this adulterer, a bit of face?"

Feng Yun still stared at him, remaining silent.

Chunyu Yan’s aura gradually softened, and his tone became filled with a grudging wistfulness.

"You’re really not afraid of offending me? Feng Shi Er, offending me comes with grave consequences."

Feng Yun calmly stated: "I’ve never intended to offend the Princely Heir; it has always been you who’s been excessively bullying me."

Chunyu Yan’s gaze darkened, "When have I bullied you?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yun said indifferently, "At first, under the pretense of searching for Lian Ji, you harbored ill intentions towards me. After realizing I was not Lian Ji and the real Lian Ji was found, you still kept pestering me..."

Chunyu Yan laughed ruefully, "Do you think I love pestering you? If it weren’t for the fact that you took my innocence..."

Stopping mid-sentence, he thought of the Attendants not far away and swallowed the rest of his words.

He couldn’t let others know that without Feng Shi Er, he wouldn’t make it through; he would lose his dignity.

He lowered his head, leaned closer to Feng Yun, and smiled inquiringly: "I’m all healed up now; don’t you want to check?"

All healed up, what’s all healed up?

Feng Yun was startled for a moment before she realized what this nonsensical fellow was referring to from his teasing gaze.

Thankfully, she was a married woman. If she had been a virgin, wouldn’t she have died of embarrassment?

She looked up, "Had I known, I should’ve been harsher with my Jian Shui; I might as well have castrated you and be done with it."

In Chunyu Yan’s handsome eyes, a flicker of light passed by, then dimmed.

"If that were true, I’d thank you. A swift cut to sever mortal ties is far better than living with ripples I can never make use of."

Feng Yun: "..."

Why was she standing in the middle of the road arguing with this madman?

She stayed silent.

The corners of Chunyu Yan’s mouth turned down as he glanced at her face, "Feng Shi Er, to start a mess and then abandon it, does your conscience not hurt?"

Feng Yun kept her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart.

She blurted out something abruptly to shift his focus.

"Xiao San is here. Are you truly not going back to enjoy the festivities?"

Chunyu Yan was startled, then chuckled lowly.

"Look at the mess you’ve made. Another man has come to settle accounts. Tell me, besides Xiao San, who else? I can take it."

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows, "I’m not joking with you."

Seeing her serious demeanor, a smile formed at the corner of Chunyu Yan’s mouth.

"Xiao San and our Big Brother are Sworn Brothers. It’s only natural for him to come and offer congratulations on the Big Brother’s wedding. What’s there to... oh, it’s not just him? The Feng Family is also here? Feng Shi Er, it must be troublesome for you?"

Feng Yun’s gaze sharpened slightly as she responded indifferently, "The right soldiers will deal with an approaching army, and the earth will cover the flooding waters. Why should I have a headache?"

Chunyu Yan laughed lightly and murmured, "I can be your soldier, I can be your earth. All you have to do is ask... "

"No need." Feng Yun looked up, "I’ll thank you if the Princely Heir can refrain from causing me trouble."

Having said that, she gave Chunyu Yan a long bow and then as she straightened she said:

"Xiaoman, let’s go."

Watching her resolute departure, Chunyu Yan flung his wide sleeve, "Aren’t you waiting for Pei Wangzhi?"

Feng Yun walked away without looking back.

-

Today’s Huaxi was bustling with famous figures and noble families from various places. From the east end of the village to the west, and all the way to the streets by the wharf, it was even livelier than the New Year festivities.

Feng Yun walked slowly.

Chunyu Yan followed silently on horseback.

Xiaoman turned her head to look back, "Mistress..."

"Don’t look back, ignore him."

"Oh." Xiaoman looked at Feng Yun’s face, "My lady, can Xiaoman be of any assistance to you?"

Feng Yun was expressionless, "Let me be alone."

Xiaoman pouted and fell silent.

Whenever the lady had matters on her mind, she would seclude herself, and the only one who could stay by her side was Aozai.

At such times, Xiaoman felt an unbearable hatred for her own helplessness.

If only His Majesty were here, he always had solutions, and she could also talk to Big Brother Zuo about her feelings...

But why hasn’t His Majesty returned yet?

Gradually, Xiaoman also felt anxious, silently accompanying Feng Yun, yet before reaching Changmen, she was stopped by Awan who hurried over with long strides.

"My lady."

In such cold weather, beads of sweat were visible on Awan’s forehead, and her breathing was also distressingly rapid.

"There are guests at the manor..."

Feng Yun lifted her gaze but made no move.

Awan said: "Daman, oh, I should say Lady Hua Man is correct. She has come to visit my lady at the manor, along with my lady’s father and stepmother, bringing along your younger siblings... Lady Chen arrived with an aggressive demeanor, immediately looking to create trouble for the concubine... Fortunately, General Wen hurried over in time and took Lady Chen away, preventing a scene from erupting right there..."

Then, with her head lowered, "General Wen has good fortune, this concubine was wrong just now, I shouldn’t have provoked her with my words."

"It’s not your fault." Feng Yun said, "Even if you didn’t provoke her, she would still be angry."

"Oh." Awan let out a sigh of relief, "Then my lady, what should be done?"

She was just as anxious for Feng Yun as Xiaoman.

Filial piety comes first, my lady could have hit Lady Chen once, but it’s not possible to do so again, especially with her birth father present...

It’s difficult to deal with just one of these significant figures, let alone a whole group of them arriving at once.

"It’s fine, a full and orderly gathering is better."

Feng Yun faintly smiled and quickened her pace.

Back at the manor, indeed, only Daman and Feng Jingteng were there, along with the children, Feng Zhen and Feng Liang, waiting for her.

"Elder sister—" When Daman saw her, she instinctively stood up, her fingers trembling with excitement, nearly knocking over the teacup.

Feng Jingteng was also smiling with his eyes, the picture of a loving father.

"Shi’er Niang, you have finally returned."

Feng Yun smiled briefly and hastily paid her respects to Feng Jingteng.

"It’s getting late, my lord, please return. "

Feng Jingteng’s brows furrowed, "Ayun, your father has come a long way from Bingzhou..."

Feng Yun: "So you should return early to rest. Tomorrow is your elder brother’s wedding, my lord will have to perform the tea ceremony with the bride, don’t disgrace elder brother’s reputation."

Feng Jingteng was left speechless by her blockade.

"Ayun, what exactly can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Feng Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the eyes pleading for reconciliation, and she lightly curled her lips, "Make the Changhe River flow backward, prevent Andu City from falling, bring my mother back to life... then I shall forgive you."

With a sigh, Feng Jingteng left with Feng Zhen and Feng Liang.

Daman stayed behind.

"Elder sister..."

She had barely begun to speak when Feng Yun coldly cut her off.

"You all leave first."

The servants in the room, including the Palace Attendants brought by Daman, amounted to seven or eight.

Upon hearing this, although Xiaoman had a belly full of words to say, she obediently and silently withdrew.

The servants of Qi Palace didn’t move.

It wasn’t until Daman spoke, "You may leave," that they departed.

Once everyone left, the room fell quiet.

Daman walked over to the window, yanked the curtain inside forcefully, then turned around and knelt down before Feng Yun with a thud.

"My lady, Daman has returned."