Since her rebirth, Feng Yun had earned much money, and she lived well, but she was not the kind of person who would say, "I will make clothes today, and fashion jewelry tomorrow." She enjoyed life but was not extravagant, preferring comfort above all else.
Therefore, what the villagers saw the most was her quiet and simple appearance, with rarely any lavish and bright-colored clothes on.
The Chief Historian’s clothing was not complicated or expensive, yet there was an inherent magnificence and temperant that ca with official attire.
It symbolized dignity and represented one’s rank, identity, and status. Wearing it, Feng Yun looked breathtakingly beautiful, swiftly invoking a sense of class consciousness...
Even with the most extravagant praises, one would find it hard to describe even a fraction of her deanor.
Countless beautiful heads...
Feng Shi Er Niang, indeed, stood out among them.
The bustling banquet suddenly beca exceptionally quiet...
The Chief Historian of the Royal Residence, and also of the Fourth Rank now.
From knowing about Feng Yun’s official appointnt to now seeing her in official clothing with their own eyes, a few days had passed.
But only in this mont did the villagers truly realize—Feng Shi Er Niang was truly an official now.
Silently,
The crowd fell unusually quiet.
Without the clinking of cups and dishes at the banquet, the silence was tense.
Feng Yun raised her eyebrows with a smile, "Why is everyone looking at ? Didn’t you want to see the clothes? Now that you’ve seen them, why does no one speak?"
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to speak, they just didn’t know what to say.
Only then did people gradually begin to sigh and admire.
"Wearing that outfit, our lady has truly found her right settler, so beautiful, so handso!"
"If our lady were a young man, I’d hate not to promise both my daughters to her."
"Hahaha, Lady Zhou, your abacus beads have fallen to the ground."
At first, there were jokes.
As they laughed, the quiet returned once again.
Many people didn’t speak; they just watched Feng Yun.
Then soone kneeled down and kowtowed to her.
"This humble person pays respects to Lord Chief Historian."
Once one person kneeled, others, fearing to be left behind, followed suit and knelt down as well. The crowd fell to their knees like dumplings being dropped into water, the speed of it taking everyone by surprise...
The smile disappeared from Feng Yun’s face.
"What is this all about?"
Her brows furrowed as she said in a cold voice:
"Stand up! Such kneeling is not practiced in Changn."
A pleasant banquet would have turned into a display of her showing off the authority of her official clothes before the common people, had they continued to kowtow to her. It would have been a well-intentioned act that played out badly, which was not her wish.
"I dressed up only to give everyone sothing exciting to see. Once I remove the clothes, I’m still Feng Shi Er Niang. You shall call as you did before, do you hear ?"
The crowd exchanged glances and after a long mont, laughter erged.
"Understood clearly."
"Lady Feng is still Lady Feng..."
Feng Yun had the ssenger sent down to have a bite, then returned to her seat and smiled faintly.
"They say that as a female official, I’m different from those who manage dostic affairs in the Emperor’s harem, but in my heart, I think I don’t even compare to them. I’m in charge of affairs in the Royal Residence..."
Chunyu Yan gave a slight hook of his lips, remaining silent.
Tu Boshan laughed out loud, "That is a big difference. The Chief Historian is an advisor, a strategist for the king. The dostic affairs are attended to by the nurous officials of the Royal Residence..."
Feng Yun also laughed, "Castle Master, look at this: does our king really need my advice and strategies? Moreover, he doesn’t even have a Royal Residence, so what affairs can I manage?"
Lady Tu snorted with laughter, unable to keep it in.
Tu Boshan followed with a chuckle, "Eat up, eat up."
Chunyu Yan couldn’t stand the phrase "our king" and, with his beautiful eyes drooping, he said in a deliberate manner:
"What’s wrong with these green beans? They taste so bland."
Feng Yun glanced at his bowl, "Perhaps they’re too sour, not to Princely Heir’s taste."
Hearing that, an even sourer expression appeared on Chunyu Yan’s face.
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Pei Jue ca back at dusk.
He had first made a trip to the Ao Residence in Andu and then rode back to Changn. As expected, he arrived to see the lively scene after the village feast, but he was surprised to find Feng Yun sitting inside the house in official clothing, silently lost in thought.
The setting sun fell on the western window, scattering fragnts of gold.
The woman in the dusk light, dressed in the Chief Historian’s official clothing, with her hair neatly arranged and a solemn expression, seed to have transford.
No longer was she Feng Shi Er Niang, demure and delicate on the couch, but Minister Feng, sharp and imposing on the dais. Her beauty was not dazzling, but it was intense and incited even a greater desire to conquer, as if peeling away that enveloping layer to reveal the fresh and tender juice beneath, then...
To personally crush it between one’s lips and teeth.
Pei Jue’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shimring with fine dark lights.
"Minister Feng, has the sun risen from the west?"
Feng Yun turned to look at him, then glanced back at the remaining sunlight.
"Has the king learned to joke?"
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