Today, snow was falling in West Capital City.
In the carriage that left the palace, draped in relentlessly dancing snowflakes, Feng Yun had not heard Pei Jue speak the entire way from Kaiyang Gate to the Pei Residence.
She had no inclination to speak either, her mind still swirling with thoughts of that letter...
How did it get leaked, and how did it end up in the hands of the Empress Dowager?
Feng Yun could not fathom the answers, and she resigned herself to a wry smile only when the carriage stopped.
"If Your Majesty wishes to speak, do so, and ask whatever you wish. There’s no need to be so..."
Pei Jue glanced back at her, "Hungry?"
Feng Yun thought she had misheard and raised her eyes, "What did you say?"
Pei Jue said, "You ate little at breakfast."
Feng Yun, "That’s because I was worried about how Your Majesty would protect from being bullied..."
Pei Jue gazed at her intently, "Indeed, very clever."
Feng Yun smiled slightly, about to speak, when she saw Pei Jue stand, leap out of the carriage, and then reach back to help her out.
Feng Yun did not see any anger on his face.
But Pei Gou was always unpredictable in his actions, so she didn’t dare let her guard down, watching him intently as she reached out her hand...
Pei Jue took her hand, but instead of setting her down, he carried her horizontally in his arms right in front of everyone, heading straight for ixiang Academy.
In the courtyard, the red plums were vibrant.
The na "ixiang Academy" originated from these very plum trees in the courtyard.
Feng Yun actually liked them.
But with the snow dressing the plum blossoms, she felt an unexplainable aversion to the na "ixiang Academy."
But this was the Pei Residence, not Changn. She couldn’t be bothered to say anything.
Yet, rely from a casual glance toward the doorfra, Pei Jue seed to see through her thoughts, giving her a look that was neither warm nor fiery.
"If you don’t like it, we can choose a new na."
Since when could he guess the thoughts of a woman?
Feng Yun indifferently said, "How can I care about it at this mont? For my life’s sake, I’m actually capable of humbling myself to any extent."
Pei Jue, "You don’t have to humble yourself."
Before Feng Yun could speak, he added, "You are the principal wife."
A person who knew how to tease.
No, to Feng Yun, a Pei Jue who mocked her was far better than one who brooded with a stern face.
She smiled lightly, silent, waiting to see what he would do next.
The servants had noticed the somber faces of their masters on leaving the palace, maintaining a "respectful but cool" deanor.
Everyone was sowhat tense, but they did not expect to see Feng Yun actually smile.
Xiaoman stepped ahead quickly into the courtyard.
"I’ll prepare the bath water."
Returning from outside in snowy weather was naturally a matter of cleanliness for Feng Yun, soone who loved cleanliness. But at this mont, with Pei Jue holding her, so of the maids were shyly lowering their heads, making Xiaoman’s remark seem unexpectedly suggestive...
Feng Yun instinctively resisted; it was a struggle that had already occurred this morning.
Pei Jue had just placed her on the couch when she bounded up.
"Please take a mont, Your Majesty, while I bathe..."
Pei Jue grabbed her wrist in one swift move.
His black eyes were deep and mysterious.
"I will help you."
Feng Yun stared into the fiery gaze in his eyes, and did not speak for a long while, until Pei Jue, with all seriousness, opened a trunk and began searching through her belongings. He took out so cloth strips and placed them next to the pillow. Only then did she ask, in shock:
"What are you doing?"
Pei Jue glanced at her.
His eyes seed to say, "Don’t you know your own things?"
Feng Yun hadn’t used such things for a long ti. She had gradually grown accustod to him and was taken aback that Pei Jue would now show such thoughtful consideration...
First, salvaging the situation in the imperial palace.
And now, showing affection back in his own residence?
The more Feng Yun thought about it, the less right it seed.
His excessive kindness was abnormal.
Xiaoman returned quickly, smiling. She was about to speak when she encountered a cold stare from Pei Jue.
"You all may leave."
Xiaoman’s words were swallowed back as she bowed, "As you command."
She exchanged glances with the other maids, all smirking slightly.
The master and mistress’s affection was clear to those close to them.
After all, their mistress was capable. Don’t mind the current anger on the master’s face. After a night’s sleep, all will be fine.
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The room was silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Feng Yun watched Pei Jue reach for the cloth strips by the pillow, unfasten them, and slowly bind her hands...
"Your Majesty," Feng Yun stared at him, "I can explain."
"Too late." Pei Jue reached out and pulled her waist, flipping her over, the cloth strips weaving back and forth.
"Can we just talk properly?" Feng Yun struggled aimlessly a few tis, and with her movents, the cloth only tightened more.
She gave up.
"You said, we are husband and wife, and there’s nothing we can’t discuss openly?"
Pei Jue remained silent.
His eyes were sharp and deep, his features covered in an icy layer, his dark eyes intimidating.
His thod of binding was quite unconventional.
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