The Slender Waist-Chapter 109 - 84: Try the Beauty_2

"I am loyal to the Princely Heir to the utmost degree, your discernment is clear, Princely Heir!"

In this era, capable strategists are entitled to speak their minds in front of their masters, they can also question their master’s decisions, and gain respect for it.

Quding believed that his other skills might be debatable, but his ability to judge people was absolutely accurate.

He wanted the Princely Heir to understand that he was capable and courageous enough to dare to offer advice.

Chunyu Yan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sneered twice and called for Sang Jiao.

"Go and find two beautiful concubines."

Sang Jiao was startled, "What does the Princely Heir need beautiful concubines for?"

Chunyu Yan raised his foot as if to kick him.

"What for? To attend to this Princely Heir’s daily needs, of course."

Ah! Sang Jiao looked at the sunlight outside the window.

Was the weather changing?

He was puzzled, but he didn’t have the courage like Quding to question the Princely Heir’s words; he just weakly acknowledged and went to make the arrangements.

Within less than an hour, two beautiful concubines with graceful figures and stunning appearances were brought into Huayuejian.

Sang Jiao did have some skills; he found those with figures like Feng Shi Er Niang’s, but it was very difficult to find someone with Feng Shi Er Niang’s exquisite beauty, not to mention her wild nature. Like a little viper coiling up, she dared to hiss at the Princely Heir.

"In these chaotic times, Princely Heir... Please make do."

Chunyu Yan was almost infuriated to death.

"Get out."

Sang Jiao rolled out quickly.

As he left, he also closed the door behind him.

The two beautiful concubines shivered as they looked at the mask on Chunyu Yan’s face.

Chunyu Yan just didn’t seem like a good person.

Even the face of a handsome man under a mask could hardly endear him to ladies, only leave them in fear.

"Come here!" Chunyu Yan narrowed his eyes as he watched them move gracefully, and when he smelled a strong fragrance, his brows furrowed, and he dreamily thought of Feng Twelve. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She never had such strange scents on her; she was like a flower essence wet with dew at night, so pure and yet so enchanting...

"My Lord..."

Chunyu Yan snapped back to reality and saw the beautiful concubine close by, pointing towards the position of the folding screen.

"Stand over there."

The beautiful concubines looked at each other in fear, walked back, and stood in front of the folding screen.

Chunyu Yan watched them with restrained patience.

"Undress."

The beautiful concubines hugged their arms.

They didn’t struggle for long before they did as told.

Chunyu Yan sat there steadily, watching as the beauties loosened their clothes and undressed.

No matter how he looked at it, it just didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t that they weren’t beautiful; it was that he simply didn’t want to take another glance. His heart never settled at all, each pore seemed to be stuffed with that detestable Feng Twelve, itching with hatred, devoid of any mood for amusement, let alone engage in a romantic rendezvous with the beautiful concubines.

He didn’t love these things.

Annoying!

He wanted to pinch Feng Twelve, tidy her up, preferably make her cry in anger, and if not, then get her onto the bed and replay what she had done to him that day...

This imagery invaded his mind, causing a tingling at the base of his tailbone and a warm heat in his lower abdomen, with a reaction that was extremely swift...

Thinking of Quding’s words, he was both angry and hateful. Suddenly, he grabbed the pillow from the soft couch and threw it to the floor.

"Get out!"

So, Sang Jiao and Yin You, who were standing guard outside, were met with the Princely Heir’s furious roar, and then saw two beauties walk out with tears streaming down their faces, looking as if they had received a grand amnesty.

That was a relief.

They were lucky to be alive.

Sang Jiao exhaled in relief, then looked at Quding.

This sly old fox was stroking his beard with an air of composure, looking the part of a detached sage.

"Luck has met its match, the Red Luan star stirs, the Princely Heir... is about to fall flat on his face."

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Feng Yun was utterly unaware of the commotion Huayuejian had caused because she had not responded to their letter. She had spent the morning at the General Residence, and by dusk, she followed the ox cart back to Huaxi Village.

There were too many things to move; she wished to personally organize all the books and objects left by her mother rather than entrusting them to others.

Perhaps due to being too focused and busy, she didn’t think about the war at her doorstep and certainly paid no attention to Chunyu Yan’s thoughts. As soon as night fell, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

While she dreamed about the flourishing paradise she had built with her own hands, contentedly reveling in it for a long time, she unexpectedly dreamed of Pei Jue.

One moment he was charging into the Cold Palace, bloodied and wielding the Biyong Sword, and the next moment, she dreamed of radishes growing in the field. When she pulled one out, she couldn’t eat it no matter how hard she tried, and the radish was even trying to kill her. Suddenly, she bit down, and when she looked up, she saw Pei Jue’s dark, fierce, and desirous eyes staring at her...

Scared awake, she found herself sweating.

The sky had not yet brightened.

The flames of war at Huaishui Bay had been burning for two days.

She wondered how the battle was faring?

Feng Yun sat in the quiet night for a while before lying back down, attempting to catch some more sleep in a daze. When she woke up the next day, she headed to Yutangchun.

She had originally planned to continue profiteering from the war.

However, as soon as she reached the city gates, the news had already spread.

"The Northern Yong Army has counterattacked instead of defending. They crossed the Huaishui last night, defeated the Qi Army until it broke rank, and now their troops are on the doorstep of Xinzhou..."

"Is it said that the one leading the vanguard this time is the General Who Breaks the Enemy?"

"The General Who Breaks the Enemy? Who is this person?"

"Hey, how would we common folk know of military secrets? Since General Pei values him, he must be a talented man."

"Pei, the King of Hell, is just Pei, the King of Hell. He takes cities like slicing melons and chopping vegetables, targeting wherever he points. Xinzhou City is likely to fall..."

"If the battle has reached Xinzhou, doesn’t that mean Andu will be fine?"

"Exactly, exactly, no place is safer than Andu right now..."

From the city gates to inside the city, the half-informed civilians spontaneously praised General Pei, painting colorful stories as if they had watched Pei Jue charge into battle themselves, almost forgetting the terror they felt the last time the Beiyong Army attacked the city.

Now Andu was effectively the rear base of the Northern Yong Army. With the continuous distribution of grain from the General Residence and reforms like the Equal-field System, combined with the series of new policies issued by Pei Jue, the citizens’ opinions of Pei Jue had greatly improved. Yearning for strength and not wanting Andu to be embroiled in war again, they all hoped for the Northern Yong Army’s victory.

Feng Yun listened, feeling a heavy heart.

Such a good business had only lasted for two days.

This Pei Jue...

Was too quick.