Pei Jue was silent.
Everyone outside said he could cover the sky with one hand, but only the two of them knew how could there be soone in the world who could cover the sky with one hand?
No matter how high the position, one must still weigh the interests of all parties and cannot escape being restrained.
Unless one truly didn’t care and wanted to topple the flag bearing the word "Jin".
Feng Yun could tell that Pei Jue did not wish to do that.
At least for now, he had no such ambition.
With the Young Emperor in the palm of his hand, why would he push himself into the storm’s eye?
Feng Yun saw him staring silently; not wanting his well-ant suggestion to go to waste after a mont’s thought, inspiration struck.
"The King’s proposal actually reminded of a thod."
Pei Jue knew she had many ingenious ideas, his lips curving at once.
"Let’s hear it."
Feng Yun did not have a complete plan in her mind, took a sip of water, and collected her thoughts. By the ti she set down her cup, her eyes were strikingly clear.
"Didn’t the King make a jest of reading trivial books the other day? Believe it or not, I actually found sothing in those books. It said soone dug wells to connect to an underground river, then linked them with channels to draw water for irrigation..."
She couldn’t explain it clearly in half a sentence and imdiately asked Xiaoman to prepare pen and paper and roughly sketch a diagram.
"King, co and see."
She signaled for Pei Jue to look at the paper, her slender finger gently pointing.
"The book said that as long as a water source is found and a series of wells are dug and linked, they could et the needs for drinking and irrigation."
Pei Jue leaned back slightly, watching her for a mont before giving a clean and decisive answer.
"Worth a try."
Feng Yun, with her idea supported, showed joy on her face.
"King, wait for my good news."
Pei Jue said, "Manual canals also need to be dug."
Feng Yun pondered for a mont and slightly nodded.
"My well and canal system only benefits individual families. The project the King is thinking of benefits everyone, for generations to co; the two cannot be spoken of in the sa breath."
Once he carved out man-made canals, one could imagine how much Andu would change.
No longer would one need to go all the way to Shiguan Dock to take a boat; goods could directly reach Andu.
From then on, Andu’s water transport would thrive, promoting prosperity. People would settle along the water, facilitating trade, and surely unleashing a new vitality.
The na of the auxiliary capital would then be truly deserved.
"The King is wise."
This was sincerely said by Feng Yun, but it seed to Pei Jue as if his ridians were suddenly opened, grasping her hand and tightening it slightly.
"Since Lady Yun already has a thod, is there no need to go to the study anymore?"
Feng Yun’s lips curved slightly.
"Then... shall we rest now?"
Pei Jue gave a low hum, wrapping his arm around her waist and walked toward the inner room.
Feng Yun was incredulous.
The conservative and restrained General Pei, who usually kept his distance from won, was he possessed?
The weather was hot.
Two thin layers of clothing clung to the body, almost sparking flas as they rubbed together while moving.
Feng Yun could clearly feel his heartbeat quickening, desire nearly erupting from his constrained clothes, subtly grazing against her, sending shivers up her spine, her body trembling and tensing involuntarily.
The short distance walked gave the illusion of an eternity passed...
A few maids watched the King carry their lady over, first shocked then shyly bowing their heads.
No one looked up.
Feng Yun gently hooked around Pei Jue’s neck, throwing him a reproachful glance.
Pei Jue’s eyebrows raised slightly.
Their gazes t, no words were spoken, but the silence seed to churn with endless emotions, sparking dazzling firelight.
The curtain fell with a swish.
Feng Yun felt a release on her body, his arm unshackling from her waist. The man gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his hands bracing on either side of her, staring intently at her without blinking.
"Shall we bathe?" His voice was husky, full of lust.
Feng Yun looked up, "How can your highness be in such high spirits on such a hot day?"
Pei Jue’s gaze road freely over her, his fingers casually tracing over her silhouette, his tone slowly changing.
"Changn’s arithtic is the best. Why doesn’t Lady Yun calculate how much you owe ? Hmm?"
"Is that so?"
"We agreed to indulge fully, yet to this day, I’ve yet to be satisfied..."
His speech was blurred, yet Feng Yun heard it clearly, unexpectedly with a hint of complaint that made her want to laugh.
"The King is a man of great deeds, not to be trifled with trifles, and certainly should not indulge in the pleasures of the inner chambers."
Pei Jue humd lowly, his handso face cast in the daylight, he glanced at her briefly, conveying his feelings. He excluded any further talk, his long fingers gently began to undo her clothing, revealing a patch of finely beaded waist...
Truly beautiful.
He kissed her slowly, his breath hot and hurried.
Feng Yun’s heart raced.
The sky had not yet darkened.
It was incredibly hot.
The rustling of fabric by her ear caused her fingers to tremble slightly, gripping Pei Jue’s shoulder, her neck lifting, the whole person teetering on the edge of losing control.
"Let’s wash... let’s wash first," she gasped out the words, breathlessly.
Pei Jue didn’t make it hard for her, restraining her nape with a deep, long kiss before unevenly releasing her to call for water.
As the two got up from the bed, drenched in sweat, ready to go to the cleansing room to wash in warm water and unite as one, a report ca from outside the door.
"Madam, soone from Yangxin Restaurant has co, saying the Emperor has sothing urgent to discuss with you and asks you to co imdiately."
Upon hearing Yuan Shangyi’s summons, Feng Yun imdiately climbed out of Pei Jue’s embrace, reaching for her clothes to pull them on.
"I will go right away."
Pei Jue pulled her back in one swift motion, his eyes dark and intense.
"What’s so important, you little brat?"
His fingers gently brushed aside Feng Yun’s sweat-dampened hair, his voice soft and low like warm water flowing.
"Lady Yun’s urgent matter is right here."
Feng Yun did not resist, but her tone was firm.
"His Majesty has summoned , I can’t delay..."
He refused to let go, so she laughed and tugged at him.
"Your Majesty, please wash up and wait for in your room, I’ll be back shortly."
To apologize, she bent down and softly kissed Pei Jue’s forehead.
Pei Jue’s body tensed slightly, his gaze resting on her face.
She rarely initiated a kiss with him...
Such a mory almost seed to co from a past life.
Pei Jue’s eyes dimd slightly.
"To see him, you seem quite willing."
"What are you talking about?" Feng Yun didn’t understand why he would be so petulant over a child, smiling as she got dressed.
"This child is pure, kind, and has a good heart. When he grows up, he will surely be a great Emperor."
Pei Jue: "Soone pure and kind is not fit to be a great Emperor."
As she spoke, Feng Yun had already dressed and walked to the curtain. Hearing that, she paused, released the curtain, turned around, and looked at him seriously.
"With your guidance, he will be."
Her expression was gentle.
As if she were talking about her own child.
Pei Jue remained silent.
They had never before discussed Yuan Shangyi’s matter in greater detail. In that mont, seeing the sharp look in Pei Jue’s eyes, Feng Yun suddenly felt...
Perhaps she didn’t fully understand Pei Jue.
Who could guarantee that he had never been tempted by the supre Dragon Throne?
Especially now that he was so powerful, second only to one, above tens of thousands.
It seed that the Nine Bestownts ceremony was not only one step away from ascending to the heavens taphorically but also capable of changing one’s mindset...
Without saying much, she hurried off to Yangxin Restaurant.
The Female Historian Lin kneeled outside the study, with several Palace Attendants behind her, all with lowered heads, silent.
Yuan Shangyi sat alone in the room, brooding, his eyes red and face full of grievance, but he didn’t cry.
"My lady..."
A child’s vulnerability is hard to resist; Feng Yun’s heart imdiately softened.
"What’s the matter?" She looked into Yuan Shangyi’s eyes, bent down, embraced the child in front of her, and gently patted him. With a smile and a soft whisper, she asked, "Did Female Historian Lin force Ayuan to study hard again?"
Yuan Shangyi shook his head.
He didn’t speak.
Female Historian Lin hadn’t pushed him, let alone provoked him.
She had only irritated Feng Yun, talking behind her back, accusing her of harboring "disloyal intentions," wanting to replace Empress Dowager Duan as his foster mother...
And she advised him to rember the great kindness of adoption over birth, telling Yuan Shangyi not to forget Empress Dowager Duan’s kindness, adding that his confinent in Huaxi today was due to Feng Shi Er Niang’s doing.
Yuan Shangyi was still young.
He couldn’t fully comprehend the intrigues of the adults, especially when they were no ordinary adults—their hearts were trickier, their conflicts fiercer than ordinary folk.
He didn’t understand these things.
He just didn’t want anyone to speak ill of Feng Yun.
Not Female Historian Lin.
Not even Empress Dowager Duan.
Even though he knew they ant well for him.
Therefore, he couldn’t tell Feng Yun these things.
He couldn’t let the person who loved him harbor resentnt.
"I just suddenly missed my lady..." Yuan Shangyi said, grief welling up, his arms encircling Feng Yun as he buried himself in her embrace.
She thought of the words Female Historian Lin had said...
Sooner or later, he and Feng Yun would beco enemies.
He didn’t understand.
Why would they beco enemies?
"That won’t happen," he murmured.
Feng Yun looked down at him, "What won’t happen?"
Yuan Shangyi pursed his lips.
"My lady won’t beco estranged from ."
Feng Yun laughed, gently patting his back.
"Of course, I’ve said I’d protect Ayuan, and I will."
Yuan Shangyi nodded vigorously.
Being a child at heart, he quickly cheered up, got up from Feng Yun’s arms, and pulled her to see the words he had written that day.
Feng Yun left Yangxin Restaurant half an hour later.
Pei Jue wasn’t in her room.
Xiaoman said, the Great General had sothing to do and left with Zuo Zhong and Jiu You, instructing her to rest early and not wait for him.
Feng Yun nodded, sat on the bed, looked at Pei Jue’s leftover cold tea, at his changed clothes, and sighed softly.
Both of them were too busy.
Too busy to have the ti for tender affection...
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