The Slender Waist-Chapter 107 - 83: A Lot of Fun_2

"Don’t go, Lian Ji... Don’t leave..."

Feng Yun was very angry, "I’m not Lian Ji, you lunatic, look carefully."

But at this moment, Chunyu Yan seemed to have lost his mind, and couldn’t hear a word she said, staring at her with pitiful eyes like a small dog or cat abandoned by people.

"Don’t leave! You can’t ignore me..."

"Chunyu Yan." Thinking of his poisoning, Feng Yun suppressed some of her anger, "Listen carefully, I am Feng Yun, let go of me, and I will call someone to take care of you, find a doctor, and definitely cure you."

"You are... You are Lian Ji." Chunyu Yan’s chest heaved rapidly, and in those misty fox eyes, there was a steadfast glint, and his tone sounded vicious. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"How can you... desert me after seducing me?"

"Really a love-struck fool." Feng Yun glanced at him subtly, sneering with sarcasm.

"To never see your beloved Lian Ji again, it does seem a bit pitiful. It’s just a pity..."

Feng Yun smirked slightly, "I have a bit of sympathy, but not much."

Before her words ended, she unceremoniously raised her knee and forcefully thrust it into the sensitive area between Chunyu Yan’s legs.

Chunyu Yan groaned in pain, veins on the back of his hand bulging, gasping like a trapped beast in his throat...

Feng Yun raised her hand and slapped his face, making a "smack smack" sound with two hefty slaps, knocking his mask askew.

But the poisoned Chunyu Yan reacted very quickly, his hand swiftly closed around her, pressing her carelessly and panting:

"Lian Ji... what you promised, what you said..."

Feng Yun looked at him getting all worked up, his mouth repeating Lian Ji over and over, and for a moment couldn’t figure out whether this man had gone crazy or the poison had made him foolish. Looking around, she grabbed a piece of clothing from the bedside and covered his head with it.

Chunyu Yan grunted, his head covered.

Feng Yun firmly held him down and quickly tied his hands together with his belt.

"Stay put, hmm?"

Perhaps due to the poisoning, Chunyu Yan’s resistance was not fierce.

Feng Yun felt slightly relieved seeing him so weakened.

But tying up a grown man still left her breathless and drenched in sweat.

"If I could cure you once, I can cure you a second time."

After she had tied him up, seeing him trembling with anger, Feng Yun smiled again.

"But this time, I am doing it for the Princely Heir’s own good. Otherwise, who knows what more trouble you would cause."

Chunyu Yan breathed heavily.

He was a madman, but he met a woman crazier than him; his eyes sparkled with excitement far more than fear.

"Lian Ji..."

"I told you I’m not Lian Ji." Feng Yun, irritated, used Qiu Tong to whip him.

The whip did not fully unfurl, and its force wasn’t great.

It was more about punishment and venting her anger than causing pain.

But Chunyu Yan had fine beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Yun saw him settling down, a faint grunt in his breath, and then leaned down to ask him with a wicked smile, "Isn’t it uncomfortable wearing a mask? Do you want me to help you take it off?"

Fright showed on Chunyu Yan’s face, and he shook his head vigorously.

Feng Yun didn’t care whether he was happy about it or not and applied a little force...

The mask came off, and the incomparably handsome face was right in front of her.

Feng Yun coiled up the whip and pointed at him, "Behave, or I’ll whip you to death."

The poisoned Chunyu Yan was easier to deal with than usual; he seemed to truly take her for Lian Ji, and besides heavy breathing, he didn’t glare at her again. Astonishingly, a touch of tender affection emerged on his face...

"Such a good boy."

Chunyu Yan had a pair of very beautiful eyes, their enduring and helpless look was very endearing.

Feng Yun experienced the joy of letting go of restraint and using evil to control evil, but it didn’t prevent her from appreciating beauty.

"Look at you, with such a good-looking face, why do you cover it up and not let people see?" Feng Yun, in an almost maddening posture, leaned down and gently lifted Chunyu Yan’s chin with the whip of Qiu Tong.

"Do you really think I am Lian Ji?"

Chunyu Yan lowered his eyelids without speaking.

Feng Yun looked into his eyes for a moment, as if she realized something, and pursed her lips.

"Indeed, you are a wolf in sheep’s clothing, no one needs to pity you..."

"You release me..." Chunyu Yan’s voice was faint, the veins on his forehead prominent—as if his entire being was about to burst—and his back was already soaked with sweat.

His body curled slightly, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

"I’m about to die... and you still treat me this way. Where is your conscience?"

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow silently, taking the mask that had fallen beside the pillow and tenderly placing it back on him as if she were soothing a wounded child’s fragile self-esteem and hidden inferiority.

After doing so, she straightened up and, without any hurry, smoothed her disheveled hair and adjusted her attire.

Chunyu Yan watched her quietly.

Eyes can’t lie, and he seemed very lucid.

Feng Yun began to wonder if this man was really poisoned.

"Princely Heir, do you recognize who I am?"

Chunyu Yan opened his mouth, his voice husky.

"Feng Twelve, release me."

Feng Yun said coldly, "If you knew it would come to this, why pretend to be a fool? I know the Crown Prince hates me, but you didn’t have to employ such a vicious method. Even ants strive to live; I advise the Crown Prince to stop holding onto our petty grudges and start thinking about how to save your life..."

Chunyu Yan gasped for air, glaring at her; then, as if something crossed his mind, his eyes closed weakly.

"Qingqing, add some spices for me; I want to die comfortably..."

There was a perforated Boshan incense burner on the table, emitting a faint, alluring fragrance.

Feng Yun didn’t say anything but added a bit of spice to the burner, just as one would to cater to the mood of the dying.

Chunyu Yan, with his eyes half-closed, fixated on her figure, her posture, and the milky white skin that was exposed. His eyes stinging, he suddenly said, "The day you came, I used this very incense and haven’t changed it since..."

Feng Yun stared at the man in disbelief.

In her heart, she thought: He’s about to die and doesn’t think of wanting to live but cares about these trivialities?

"Princely Heir, are you truly not going to see a doctor?"

Chunyu Yan held his heaving chest and shook his head.

"A doctor can’t cure me."

Feng Yun narrowed her eyes, sensing the dangerous glint in his eyes, and took a step back silently, bowing respectfully before leaving decisively.

On her way out, she noticed two servants standing outside the door, which she found odd.

Their master was poisoned, yet they waited here so calmly...

Feng Yun said, "Somebody should fetch a doctor for the Crown Prince Chunyu."

The two servants, without lifting their heads, acknowledged her command but remained motionless in their spot.

Feng Yun found this peculiar and, sensing danger, quickened her pace...

Servants who couldn’t care less about the life and death of Chunyu Yan were not to be trifled with.

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In the inner room, Chunyu Yan flipped his bound hands over and slowly freed them, then methodically wiped the sweat from his body with a cloth.

"Xiang Zhong."

A man resembling a eunuch stepped into the room from outside the tent, "Crown Prince."

Chunyu Yan ordered, "Prepare water."

Eunuch Xiang acknowledged with a nod, startled by the redness of the Crown Prince’s ears, "Is the Crown Prince alright?"

Chunyu Yan, "I’m fine."

Xiang Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunate for the Crown Prince to have received the news early and to have replaced the poisoned tea. Otherwise, today we would have fallen for their poisonous scheme..."

Chunyu Yan scoffed coldly, "My two worthless half-brothers can only come up with such despicable tricks. Pass down the order for all scouts to stay alert; at the slightest disturbance, they are to report to me immediately."

Xiang Zhong nodded, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.

"Why bother dealing with Feng Shi Er Niang? If the Crown Prince dislikes her, just kill her..."

"Heh!" Chunyu Yan chuckled lightly, interrupting him with a gaze that Xiang Zhong couldn’t quite understand, tinged with a trace of mirth, "Feng Twelve, she’s quite amusing. I can’t bear to let her die before I’ve had my fill of fun."

Xiang Zhong glanced at the Crown Prince, who looked as if he had been fished out of hot water, sighed silently in his heart, nodded, and left.

Chunyu Yan sat up straight, rubbing his wrists where they had been bound, recalling the force Feng Yun had applied and how she had pressed down on him calling him a beast in human clothing, then chuckled softly, "What a good girl."

With a sneer, he laughed.

"I too have a bit of scarce kindness, Feng Twelve; conserve it well."