"This type."
Feng Yun scrutinized her, then suddenly got up and went out, saying to Sang Jiao:
"Go and fetch Doctor Yao quickly, your master is quite ill."
Sang Jiao, with a flustered face, stood frozen.
Chunyu Yan beca completely rigid.
"Feng Twelve!" he gritted his teeth, watching Feng Yun’s delicate silhouette, just as he was about to say he no longer wanted the salt-fried chicken wings, he saw Feng Yun turn her head.
"Princely Heir, what is it?"
Chunyu Yan composed himself and sat down steadily.
"It’s nothing."
-
On this day, Chunyu Yan had his night al at Changn, but Pei Jue didn’t manage to return in ti for dinner.
Feng Yun instructed the cook to save so for him, and Granny Han cheerfully went down to personally guide the preservation...
Chunyu Yan watched them bustling about happily to save a bowl of salt-fried chicken wings for Pei Jue, and his heart was not pleased.
Would Feng Twelve be so kind if he had not had his al?
Ha, how many things had he missed out on...
He missed out on everything!
Feng Twelve!
Not a good thing at all.
Chunyu Yan was both resentful and angry, but every ti Feng Yun’s expression ca to mind, the anger dissipated.
Sotis, he often forgot the fact that Feng Yun was already married. And in his heart, he always deliberately avoided this point. After all, Pei Jue seldom returned to the manor, and the two of them were not like an ordinary couple, lacking constraints...
He was not waiting for a day when an opportunity would arise.
Rather, he always wanted to create an opportunity...
Yet this Feng Twelve, seeming never to take Pei Jue and their marriage seriously, in truth, who other than Pei Jue could ascend her bed and share her fragrance?
Chunyu Yan thought too much, eating the salt-fried chicken wings without much relish.
Before leaving, he unabashedly made a request.
"Wrap a few for as well, I’ll take them back for a late-night snack."
Feng Yun glanced at him, then gestured for Xiaoman to fetch them.
This was a new dish she had just tried out according to the recipe; it was normal for Chunyu Yan to enjoy it.
She wouldn’t mind sparing a few chicken wings...
"My lady, the great king has returned."
Huanhuan lifted the curtain and ca in, joyfully informing Feng Yun.
Feng Yun uttered a sound of acknowledgent, her face expressionless, and followed Huanhuan out the door.
Chunyu Yan turned around, his gaze following Feng Yun’s figure.
However, she had not spared him another glance...
She had completely forgotten that he, Chunyu Yan, was still there.
There, begging for chicken wings!
Chunyu Yan snorted in amusent, feeling an itch in his teeth.
He followed and lifted the curtain, imdiately spotting in the courtyard the couple.
Pei Jue was holding the horse’s reins, stroking the face of Ta Xue, and Qian Sanniu brought up a bucket of water, as Ta Xue, seemingly quite thirsty, lowered its head to drink.
Feng Yun squatted down to watch Ta Xue drink, her face full of smiles, seeming to brim with allure...
The two of them didn’t speak.
There wasn’t even an exchange of glances.
But Chunyu Yan, standing on the steps watching, suddenly felt like he was completely unable to enter the world they were in.
What was there to watch about a horse drinking?
Yet Feng Twelve watched with such focus.
And Pei Jue could also stand motionless, watching the way Feng Yun watched the horse drink...
Chunyu Yan felt almost as if he would stretch out hooks from his gaze.
Completely ignored, he couldn’t stand the solitude and coughed lightly.
The two people, engrossed in attending to the horse drinking, both looked over at once.
Chunyu Yan lifted his chin slightly, looking at Pei Jue and said, "Brother Wangzhi."
Pei Jue nodded to him, "Princely Heir."
He didn’t ask anything, nor did he say much, looking calm and collected, but Chunyu Yan felt he must let Pei Jue in on sothing, to make him feel uncomfortable as well before he could feel at ease.
So he smirked with a shallow smile and said casually,
"Thanks to Feng Twelve’s hospitality, I had my night al at your residence. The dish prepared by Feng Twelve... called salt-fried chicken wings, the at was tender and delicious, unmatched by ordinary delicacies. It’s a pity, Brother Wangzhi, that you returned late, the als were all cold."
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow.
The way he said it, it sounded like she had prepared it specially for him.
Feng Yun did not retort, her peripheral vision glancing toward Pei Jue.
However, Pei Jue’s expression was without expression.
"Hmm." He vaguely responded, handing the reins over to Qian Sanniu, lowered his head and took Feng Yun’s hand, and walked straight ahead. As they passed by the side of Chunyu Yan, he simply signaled indifferently, then brushed past.
Unhurried and with a steady gait, his body showing not the slightest hint of jealousy, nor any regard for him...
This was the difference between a husband and an adulterer, wasn’t it?
Chunyu Yan glared at Feng Yun, then strode away.
Xiaoman ca out from the kitchen, holding a food container, and was montarily stunned.
"Princely Heir, your chicken wings are ready... Do you, do you not want them anymore?"
Xiaoman’s last sentence was muttered to herself.
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