The Slender Waist-Chapter 751 - 538: No Mercy

On the treetops of Emperor Street outside the door, festive lanterns from the Upper Yuan festival still hang.

In just three years, it seems people have forgotten the bitter pain of war and have become frivolous.

From time to time, the sharp screams of children come through, accompanied by the playful laughter of men and women, filled with joy.

Chunyu Yan took a jade hairpin from his bosom.

"Feng Shi Er, this is for you. On this auspicious day, may you thrive and have peace year after year."

The jade hairpin was entirely emerald green, with a warm and smooth texture, meticulously carved, and wrapped in thin gold sheets, evidently very valuable.

Feng Yun did not reach out to take it, instead, she picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and slowly watched Chunyu Yan with a smile.

"Princely Heir, you should know my preferences. This is not suited for me."

The fragrance from the incense burner wafted over, carrying Chunyu Yan’s favorite scent.

But at that moment, smelling it, his nose inexplicably soured, and those wisps of smoke turned into knives killing him.

Sharp as steel needles, piercing into the bone.

He looked at Feng Yun, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"If you don’t want it, just throw it away. It has your birthdate on it; if you don’t want it, I can’t keep it either."

Feng Yun stared at him without speaking,

Chunyu Yan’s tone carried a deeper sense of helplessness.

"Feng Shi Er, after all these years, are we still strangers?"

Feng Yun remained silent.

Chunyu Yan’s eyes half-closed, his emotions suspended high, unable to come down, mockingly smiled in resignation.

"At least we are friends, right? Friends give gifts, you don’t have to reject me from a thousand miles away, right? Even if we are not friends, a business partner giving you a birthday gift isn’t overstepping."

"Fine. Thank you." Feng Yun accepted the jade hairpin and set it aside.

Her expression was cool, carrying a smile, seemingly indifferent.

Chunyu Yan was stung again: "Brother Wangzhi... didn’t come back to celebrate your birthday?"

Feng Yun smiled lightly, "He’s busy."

Chunyu Yan raised his brow, teasingly. "You see, those who didn’t get it cherish it more. A legitimate husband always lacks the savvy that a lover has."

Feng Yun’s smile was ambiguous, "That’s what a marriage is."

In the eyes of others, their marriage indeed seemed quite cold.

Usually, each busy with their own affairs, neither made deliberate gestures of affection.

Whether it was Pei Jue’s birthday or hers, it never was celebrated seriously.

And this, precisely, was her freedom.

The more you are involved, the more emotional investment it requires.

Whether excess or deficiency, both would lead to debts, and troubles would follow.

The two have always been in tacit understanding.

She thought, Pei Jue understood her.

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Chunyu Yan sat in the Scripture Pavilion for about half an hour, speaking of many matters concerning Xijing.

Before leaving, he said to Feng Yun: "Whether you like it or not, Changmen is too conspicuous and has become a thorn in the flesh of the Great Jin Dynasty. Feng Shi Er, make preparations early."

These words were very sincere, and Feng Yun understood.

She smiled lightly.

"I will contemplate it well. I will go to the Capital in a couple of days."

Chunyu Yan’s eyelid twitched.

"Feng Shi Er, are you intentionally trying to infuriate me to death?"

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow, "Why would you say that?"

Chunyu Yan grunted, "It seems that my advice reminded you of Pei Wang’s merits? Planning to go to Xijing to visit your husband?"

Of course not.

Feng Yun was going to see Yuan Shangyi.

A few days ago, she received news from Xijing that Yuan Shangyi caught a cold in January, suffered two severe illnesses, and was weaker than before. It sounded more serious than before.

The child who depended on her, who ultimately wouldn’t depend on anyone else, might not survive a mishap, so she planned to take Yao Ru with her.

Of course, she didn’t feel the need to tell Chunyu Yan these things.

"Princely Heir, please leave."

Chunyu Yan was at a loss for words.

He pointed at Feng Yun with his fingers.

"You just want to infuriate me. I tell you, Feng Shi Er, if you anger me to death, you’ll never find another man who treats you as well as I do in this world..."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The door opened, and Jiang Yin stood there.

Their eyes unexpectedly met, and her face showed panic.

Chunyu Yan furrowed his brow.

Jiang Yin lowered her head and bowed.

"Princely Heir."

Chunyu Yan did not say anything, and passed by.

Jiang Yin awkwardly paused for a moment, then raised her head to look at Feng Yun, her cheeks suddenly flushing red, as if something sharp had heavily jabbed her heart, causing almost unbearable pain...

Feng Yun cleared her throat lightly, "Is there something?"

Jiang Yin came back to her senses and reported with eyes lowered: "Madam, that disrespectful young lady in the Scripture Pavilion, surnamed Liu, others call her Madam Liu..."

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows, "What about it?"

Jiang Yin said: "Madam Liu is the wife of General Yang Qi’s biological younger brother."

She bowed her head, not looking at Feng Yun’s expression.

Everyone in Changmen knew, the person whom Madam trusted might not be the king, but it would definitely be General Wen.