The tent was neatly lined with weapons and armor of various lengths, all of which looked heavy.
She didn’t know where her dress had gone; she was only wearing a loose n’s tunic, curled up on a low couch like a flower bud that had endured ravaging...
"Where is this?"
Pei Jue had already changed clothes, wearing a deep robe with wide sleeves, his back to her, obscuring that robust, strong set of muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and straight. He looked very handso, but Feng Yun always thought of him as a wild beast that devoured people...
Pei Jue didn’t turn around, "Eat sothing now that you’re awake."
Feng Yun looked at the soup bowl on the cabinet to her left, then at the n’s tunic on her body, feeling a slight warmth in her heart, "My clothes..."
"Gone," Pei Jue stated concisely.
What Feng Yun wanted to ask was who had changed her clothes.
"." Another terse word, Pei Jue’s voice betrayed nothing, as if changing her clothes was a trivial matter not worth ntioning.
Feng Yun suddenly tensed, her heart pounding like a drum.
In na, she was Pei Jue’s concubine, and in her previous life, she had been intimately close to him countless tis. There were no won in the military camp, so it was right for him to change her clothes, and she should be grateful.
But thinking about what happened today, about being undressed by a man while she was unconscious, she still found it difficult to face...
Pei Jue had seen with his own eyes how Chunyu Yan had treated her.
In that Changhe River, she had almost lost her mind and forced Pei Jue to entangle with her...
This was not sothing a decent person would do.
Forget it! She wasn’t a decent person, so naturally, Pei Jue wouldn’t expect her to feel embarrassed or shy about him helping her change clothes, right?
Feng Yun rubbed her forehead, wanting to say sothing, but held back, only asking hoarsely, "What ti is it?"
Pei Jue said, "It’s late at night."
His answer was as good as no answer.
Feng Yun pursed her lips, "Thank you, General, for the rescue."
"Hmm," Pei Jue murmured a low response.
"Letting the enemy go was my fault..." Feng Yun’s voice was weak, "No matter how disgraceful I’ve been today, you’ve seen it all, General. Whether to beat, scold, or punish, it’s all up to you, I have no objections..."
Her voice did not convey embarrassnt or anger.
She quickly settled down and accepted herself.
Pei Jue turned to look at her, "What should you call ?"
Feng Yun was taken aback, "General?"
"If you call that, I can’t protect you," Pei Jue said with a deep look, as if there were an abyss dragging Feng Yun into it, like those old dreams that seed impossible to walk out of, leaving her heart in turmoil...
"I understand," Feng Yun nodded earnestly.
Releasing Wen Xingsu was a great cri.
Even if Pei Jue did not pursue it, what about the Great Jin Imperial Court? And what about Li Sangruo?
Would they let her off easily? Of course not.
"So, what do you wish of , General?"
Pei Jue regarded her silently, "Call husband."
Feng Yun was astounded.
Their gazes t in the air.
There were no sounds between heaven and earth.
Feng Yun fixed her eyes on him, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart.
Pei Jue was also looking at her, indifferent, without a hint of human warmth, as if the words he had just spoken were not about a man and woman’s sentint, but the strategic maneuvers of battlefields.
Feng Yun bit her lip, "If the General intends to protect , who would dare to trouble ?"
She smiled and asked, "Would Empress Dowager Li question my cri?"
With that, she restrained her emotions, believing herself to be calm and composed.
But the pain of past wounds flared at the slightest provocation, unintentionally revealing a self-mocking tinted with resentnt, which imdiately drew Pei Jue’s probing.
"Who told you that?"
Feng Yun did not et his gaze, her delicate face slightly downturned. She laughed without much happiness, "How many people in the Jin Imperial Court hold more power than the General? Who needs to be told?"
Pei Jue did not speak, but walked towards her.
His posture was lofty, his deanor cold. Step by step, he approached, casting a dark shadow over Feng Yun’s head.
"General?" Feng Yun raised an eyebrow.
He did not reply but suddenly stretched out an arm, firmly and forcefully wrapped it around Feng Yun’s back, and, to her surprise, pulled her into his embrace, forcing her to raise her head and look at him directly.
"Rember, if I don’t let you die, no one dares to touch you."
As if fearing she wouldn’t rember, he tightened his grip.
"Before you think of jumping into the river next ti, ask if I allow it or not!"
Jumping into the river? Did he think she was seeking death out of sha?
Feng Yun was a bit puzzled, but it was hard for her to be moved by this.
For such a remark, a remark not worth ntioning.
She wouldn’t be so weak-willed, but she knew the tis and thankfully said thank you.
"But you should be punished," Pei Jue’s voice was a bit hoarse, and the hand on her waist did not move, but the heat it transmitted was astonishing.
Look, such an indifferent person, his breath is hot, his body burning, and on such a sumr day, it’s like a branding iron coming through, as if to lt her...
Feng Yun’s lips were dry, a bit thirsty.
She lightly brushed her slightly damp hair and nodded obediently.
"How does the General wish to punish ? I will comply with whatever you say."
Pei Jue’s pupils contracted slightly, and his body stiffened when she pressed against him, a tingling sensation in his waist, leaving him unable to answer for a mont.
Soft, intentional, Feng Yun in this state had an irresistible charm, even knowing that she was pretending, but when her face rested against his chest, her eyes looking at him tenderly, it took away all his irritability and aggression. Only a stirring tenderness remained, bringing him overwhelming pleasure.
The two looked into each other’s eyes.
There was a clear understanding—
Pei Jue wanted her.
"Feng Family’s Ayun," Pei Jue’s throat was also uncharacteristically hoarse, and his voice contained an unspeakable pressure, "Are you sure?"
Feng Yun humd softly.
She had made up her mind, after all, Wen Xingsu had already escaped Pei Jue’s clutches. Her oldest brother had survived, and that was more important than anything else. The matters between n and won were nothing more than this. To possess General Pei, whom so many desired, was no loss to her.
In her heart, Pei Jue was rely a tool anyway.
Why not enjoy such an appealing body while it’s still clean, before it falls to Li Sangruo?
Since no matter what she did, Li Sangruo would not let her go, why not comfortably disgust her?
Even if they were in love, Empress Dowager Li would have to consu what she had left behind...
Feng Yun nodded calmly.
"I’m sure. Are you sure, General?"
Pei Jue slowly withdrew his hand, his movent so gentle it was almost affectionate, his calm voice free of fluctuation, but his words were like thunder.
"Then, when dawn breaks, I’ll send you back. In a few days, I’ll let you et your brothers."
Feng Yun’s composure shattered instantaneously.
That sentence held too much information.
Pei Jue knew not only that she had saved a general from Qi Country, but that he was Wen Xingsu.
And now, Wen Xingsu was in his grasp.
Feng Yun’s breathing tensed, still hoping against hope.
"The General must be joking. My older brother is in Xinzhou, how could he et ?"
Pei Jue’s face was expressionless, "We caught him at the docks of Shiguan County."
Feng Yun’s body softened slightly.
That feeling of being trapped in the cycle of fate once again brought her a mont of fear, but she quickly regained her composure.
The dust had not settled, victory and defeat undecided, it was not yet ti to give up.
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