The Slender Waist-Chapter 18 - 14 Crown Prince of Yunchuan_2

A chill spread silently, like the flicker of a venomous snake’s tongue, crystallizing on Feng Yun’s face, yet the person inside the tent remained silent for a long time, causing one to doubt whether there was anyone inside at all.

The matter of Chunyu Yan and Lian Ji was something Feng Yun had learned about in her past life.

Once, after getting drunk, Chunyu Yan mistook her for Lian Ji, chasing her to the Yaoying Platform, and tried forcefully to remove her clothes to check for a birthmark on her waist. He was almost slain by Pei Jue with the Biyong Sword, but he still refused to stop, even developing a taste for it and taking pleasure in the affair, relying on his maternal family’s distant relation to Pei Jue. He competed with Pei Jue in wit and bravery, whimsically entangling her again and again...

She suspected that her resemblance to Lian Ji was why Chunyu Yan mistook her, so she gambled her future and two hundred thousand bushels of grain on it.

Even if Chunyu Yan refused to believe her, he would not easily let go of the opportunity to find Lian Ji...

As expected, Chunyu Yan laughed, fierce and uninhibited.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see."

The statement was frivolous and overly aggressive.

The attendants on both sides lowered their heads, not daring to look more.

Feng Yun’s brow crinkled slightly, her slender fingers reaching towards the ashen wide-sleeved gown. Her posture was tall and proud as the belt around her waist slowly loosened and fell to the ground.

Only a pure white undergarment remained.

Chunyu Yan chuckled softly, "The snow plum is not bad."

Feng Yun inhaled imperceptibly, her face freezing.

No lady does not cherish her beauty; on the collar of her undergarment were several intertwining plum blossoms about to bloom, elegant in their simplicity.

This was originally a private delight, indelicate for a man to behold.

But she remained silent as if she hadn’t heard Chunyu Yan’s laughter.

"Why stop? Continue!"

Chunyu Yan seemed to be in a good mood, slowly rising from his soft couch.

"Do you want me to help you remove it with my own hands?"

Feng Yun’s heartbeat became erratic.

Through the tent screen, she saw a pair of bare feet underneath a pale-colored robe stepped on the clean mat. The skin was dazzlingly white, a young and delicate arch of the foot, with toes so exquisite it was absurd, with each step seeming to steal one’s breath away.

In that moment, she even felt a little afraid that Chunyu Yan would lift the tent screen.

Having lived two lives, Feng Yun had never truly seen what Chunyu Yan looked like, her memory comprised of his ever-changing masks and the consistent mockery in his icy beautiful eyes.

"Get out!" he commanded the attendants standing by.

"Yes." The attendant stepped out, gently closing the wooden door of the elegant pavilion.

Only the two of them were left inside the pavilion, separated by light curtains.

"I, the Crown Prince, have no patience. Do not force me to do it myself."

Chunyu Yan was indeed an impatient man. Feng Yun was already prepared for such a scenario, so what did she have to fear? Having seen all there was to see in her past life, whether she should have or not, what was there to fear about showing a waist?

She curved her lips, turned her back to him, facing away with her back towards him, her fingertips pushed the hem of her clothing up bit by bit. Slowly, she revealed her snow-white waist against the curtain, displaying it before his eyes...

The candlelight clearly outlined her figure, the light and flowing muscles of a delicate bone structure, with a patch of fresh pink scar on her soft waist. The raw, fierce color was exposed right before one’s eyes,

The tent curtain moved without wind, two bright flames as if burning in the eyes of the occupant.

Feng Yun couldn’t see the person behind her, but she could feel a pair of eyes fixated on her wound. The wound was intentionally self-inflicted, besides the marks from Lin E’s scratching on that day.

For the sake of realism, she had been harsh with herself.

The wound was a bit painful and itchy, especially under Chunyu Yan’s ominous gaze, the hairs on my body stood on end, leaving me with a case of goosebumps.

"Such a delicate waist, barely able to withstand a grasp, who could bear to harm it?" Chunyu Yan’s voice carried a hint of mockery.

"I was wounded in the chaos of battle the day the city fell," Feng Yun replied smoothly.

"Qingqing, you are not Lian Ji," a laugh rang out, the clear voice with an almost imperceptible rasp, as if the man was moved.

Turning to face him, Feng Yun said, "Why must the Princely Heir deceive himself as well as others? Lian Ji fell into enemy hands and became another man’s concubine; does the Princely Heir dare not acknowledge her?"

"Why did you not come for me sooner?"

"My mother passed away, and I was often bullied by my stepmother, and there was already a marriage arrangement with Xiao San of Lanling; I knew in my heart that I had no destiny with the Princely Heir..."

With each word she spoke, the lump in her throat grew heavier.

Ha! Chunyu Yan’s laughter was so cold it chilled to the bone, yet his voice was bewitchingly entrancing, "If that’s the case, Qingqing, why do you need two hundred thousand stones of grain? Just leave Andu County with me, head to Yunchuan, and no one will dare trouble you again. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for you and me to be together forever?"

Feng Yun shook her head.

Chunyu Yan: "You refuse?"

Feng Yun gathered her clothes around her, her eyes growing heavy, "In the Beiyong Army’s main camp, Lian Ji has already pledged herself to the Great General; my tainted body is unworthy of the Princely Heir..."

Chunyu Yan sneered, "What is this nonsense about chastity? Am I, Chunyu Yan, someone who would care about that?"

His confidence made Feng Yun want to knock him down a peg, "Andu and Wanning are both under General Pei’s control; how does the Princely Heir plan to take his concubine from under his watchful eyes?"

Chunyu Yan chuckled, "How will you know without trying?"

Feng Yun said, "Since its establishment as a nation, Yunchuan has paid homage to Dajin, observing the rites of a vassal; if the Princely Heir does such a thing, I’m afraid it won’t be easy to explain to the Prince of Yunchuan upon returning, will it?"

This time, Chunyu Yan remained silent for a while.

That intense gaze measured her through the screen of the tent, like a murderous intent, yet also infused with attachment, and it was as if he was looking through her body at someone else.

"Lian Ji, is this how you treat your man?"

Tsk! Feng Yun almost felt sorry for Chunyu Yan.

These scumbags each had their favorites. Pei Jue had Empress Dowager Li Sangruo, Xiao Ziceng had his moonbeam Feng Ying, and Chunyu Yan had his cinnabar mole-marked Lian Ji; without exception, they were all aloof and heartless in high positions, yet without exception, they devoted their affections to the women in their hearts.

Thinking about it, Feng Yun had to laugh and asked him.

"Does the Princely Heir agree?"

"Ha," Chunyu Yan’s laughter suddenly became cheerful, the laughter spilling like a shower of blossoms beneath the moon, no longer containing a hint of ferocity.

"Yunchuan is rich and stable, with the people living in peace; for decades there has been no war, and even my royal mandate to collect grain is just a precaution. Since Pei Wangzhi wants it, and the beloved concubine is willing to exchange farming techniques, I can comply, but there is a condition..."

Feng Yun said, "Please speak, Princely Heir."

Chunyu Yan languidly picked up a wine cup, "In these troubled times, money is useless, and gold and silver treasures are even more mundane. What I want is... Qingqing. I wonder if Pei Wangzhi would be willing to part with his beloved?"

If it were not for Chunyu Yan’s unpredictable moods, which made him too difficult to figure out, it might actually be a good choice to cooperate with him. However, to deal with Xiao Ziceng, Yunchuan Country lacked the advantages of Dajin.

Amidst the flickering candlelight, a hint of a smile appeared on Feng Yun’s pale, jade-like face.

"Very well. As long as the General is willing to part with her, I am willing to comply."

Chunyu Yan was pondering why she had agreed so quickly when the sound of swords clashing came from outside, and an Attendant stumbled in, covered in blood.

"Princely Heir, the Beiyong Army barged in without saying a word, demanding people..."