The Slender Waist-Chapter 729 - 523 Sudden Wedding Incident

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Feng Yun’s lips curled into a smile, a light gloom spreading from her eyes as she faced off against the furious Lady Chen.

"No matter what princess you are, as long as you bear the surname Feng and are Feng Jingteng’s daughter, today, you must call me mother and kneel before Feng Shi Er Niang to admit your wrongs!"

Lady Chen was furious to the extreme, having completely forgotten the words Feng Jingteng had cautioned her with the night before.

In an attempt to salvage her dignity, she disregarded the occasion, not caring that it was her son’s wedding.

"Very well." Feng Yun’s expression remained unchanged, her hand slowly lifting to remove the jade bracelet from her wrist.

Held high before everyone’s eyes.

"Then today, I shall sever our ties publicly."

With a snap.

The jade bracelet fell from high above and broke into two pieces.

"My relationship with the Feng Family is like this bracelet..."

"Shi’er Niang! No!" Feng Jingteng hurried over and witnessed the scene.

His voice tight with urgency, he loudly interrupted Feng Yun, rushing forward in strides, bending over to pick up the bracelet, clasping it tightly in his palm, his eyes reddened as he stared at Feng Yun.

"The ancestors bear witness, how could you act so recklessly?"

Feng Yun’s lips quirked in a smile, staying silent.

"The bond of birth cannot be severed in this lifetime," Feng Jingteng said darkly, casting a blaming glance at Feng Yun before slowly turning his gaze, glaring fiercely at Lady Chen.

"Have you had enough of your tantrum?"

Lady Chen, infuriated, her chest heaving unevenly, her breath irregular.

"Don’t you see? She’s bullying me. Your beloved daughter, she has humiliated me in public, making me, her mother, unable to step down..."

"Shut your mouth!" Feng Jingteng, furious yet always concerned about face, found himself unable to speak some harsher truths in front of so many people.

"Chen Family, think about what day today is."

Before his voice fell, he bowed apologetically to the surrounding guests.

"On my son’s wedding, thanks to all who have come to congratulate. My wife, unfortunately, has turned this into a joke, I apologize, I apologize!"

"Feng Jingteng!" Tears welled up in Lady Chen’s eyes when she saw that he not only failed to speak for her, but also pushed all the blame onto her, her face turning pale with anger.

"Where has your heart wandered off to?"

Feng Jingteng turned back, his gaze coldly sweeping over her, showing a strained smile.

"Let’s go, we’ll talk at home."

Lady Chen wanted to say more but meeting his gaze, she swallowed back her words.

Having been together for so many years, as an old couple, she understood Feng Jingteng’s character well...

Timid and pliable, preferring to retreat in conflicts, always seeking to placate matters.

But that look just now, was cold and ruthless.

Ruthless enough to make her somewhat fearful...

Feng Jingteng strode ahead, Lady Chen glared spitefully at Feng Yun before following him out.

Feng Yun gave a faint smile.

She took a handkerchief, lightly dabbed at her lips, and sat back down, casually chatting with the ladies as if nothing happened.

Pei Yao inwardly nodded in approval.

This sister-in-law can indeed handle big scenes.

She somewhat understood why Pei Jue married Feng Yun. Subconsciously, she also hoped her daughter-in-law would be such a woman...

Thinking back, she felt somewhat regretful.

If only she had agreed to Xiaoqi’s request at that time...

No no no, what am I thinking.

Pei Yao quickly stopped her wandering thoughts and smiled knowingly at Feng Yun.

"This stepmother of yours is truly difficult to deal with."

Feng Yun smiled lightly, "Indeed. Such a pity for a good bracelet."

The two women laughed and talked, completely unaware that on the other side of the courtyard, Pei Jue stood with his hands behind him by the window, with Ao Qi standing right behind him.

"Uncle, why would you rather inform Feng Jingteng, and not stand up for your aunt yourself?"

Ao Qi spoke resentfully, clearly despising how Lady Chen had publicly bullied Feng Yun.

If it weren’t for his status, he would have charged out at that moment.

Pei Jue’s expression was indifferent, his face emotionless as he watched the lively Feng Yun.

"If I had gone, it would still be coming from a junior."

Today the guests are many, and mostly from noble families, all of whom retain somewhat antiquated beliefs.

Five Cardinal Relationships and Eight Virtues, filial piety comes first among all virtues.

Speaking against one’s parents is a great sin.

When parents chastise, it cannot be defied.

Even if the elder is wrong, the younger should not resist...

Under the gaze of all, even though he could disregard the opinions of others, to openly take down Lady Chen would still disregard Wen Xingsu...

After all, that’s Wen Xingsu’s mother.

Today is his wedding day.

What could be better than letting Feng Jingteng handle it?

He just had someone tell Feng Jingteng "take care," and Feng Jingteng understood what to do immediately.

Ao Qi rubbed his ears.

"Uncle has a point..."

He sneaked a peek at the side of Pei Jue’s face, and whispered, "I used to offend Uncle often, which was indeed unfilial."

Pei Jue turned his head, his tone extremely light.

"Not next time."

Ao Qi: "...Yes."

-

By noon, the news of Qi Jun suddenly falling ill began to spread among the guests.

Xiao Cheng traveled all the way from Tai City to attend the banquet, which indeed showed enough respect to Wen Xingsu. Yet now he’s fallen ill and cannot even attend the wedding, which truly makes people sigh.

Where there are many people, there are many words.

There’s all sorts of talk regarding Qi Jun’s illness.

Feng Yun listens, smiles, but remains silent.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ying came to her.

Unlike her mother, Lady Chen, who is quite abrasive, Feng Ying’s personality is much like Feng Jingteng, gentle and soft-spoken, with a delicate voice and holding the hand of the youngest daughter of the Feng Family, Feng Zhen.

Upon seeing Feng Yun, Feng Zhen obediently calls her "elder sister."

Feng Ying follows suit with a greeting.

In such a situation, even if Feng Yun dislikes it, it is not good to embarrass her in public.

"Does Consort Feng need something from me?"

Calling her Consort Feng made Feng Ying extremely embarrassed.

A few years ago, everyone said she would be the future Empress, a mother-figure to the nation.

But now, she is merely a concubine without intimate duties, not Xiao Cheng’s Empress.

Feng Ying pursed her lips, her veil pressed low.

"I am here on behalf of my mother to apologize...Mother was upset by some servants, and also heard some unbearable gossip, accumulating anger which she unjustly took out on elder sister..."

Feng Yun couldn’t help but sneer internally.

That was Feng Ying’s skill, using the softest, gentlest tone to shift the blame onto others.

To apologize, isn’t this just saying she did not control her servants well, allowing them to be disrespectful and insubordinate?

The servants in the Wen residence were all arranged by Feng Yun.

"There’s no need for apologies." Feng Yun held a cup of clear tea, glanced at her with a smile, and spoke leisurely: "Regarding today’s incident, I also have my faults."

Feng Ying was startled.

When did Feng Yun change her temperament?

She continued to say: "Lady Chen is my elder brother’s mother, she also intended to fulfill her duty as a mother, how could I deprive her of that?"

Feng Ying’s expression slightly darkened.

Every word sounded pleasing, but the more she listened, the more uneasy she became.

Indeed, after praising Lady Chen’s intentions, Feng Yun then said:

"I will have someone calculate the expenses needed for this grand wedding afterwards, assuring that your maternal efforts will not be in vain."

Feng Ying’s expression changed.

Is she considering making them pay again?

"What?" Feng Yun’s voice was clear and slightly heightened, "Does Lady Chen no longer want to be a mother when it comes to money?"

The surrounding guests all looked over.

Feng Ying managed a forced smile, "You’re right, elder sister, I should take on the responsibility."

Feng Yun slightly curved her lips, sitting composedly, "Have some tea."

Not to mention drinking tea, even if exotic delicacies were laid before her right now, Feng Ying couldn’t swallow a bite.

"Elder sister, I have an unkind request."

Feng Yun’s gaze swept over her indifferently, "If it’s an unkind request, then don’t ask..."

Feng Ying choked.

Her face under the veil slowly reddened.

Her expression was one of aggrievement as she choked out a response.

"Elder sister, please visit His Majesty. He fell ill after returning from your estate yesterday..."

Feng Yun: "I am not a doctor."

Feng Ying bit her lip, "It’s heard that your estate has a Doctor Yao, who is highly skilled. Could you possibly...ask him to come out of retirement?"

Feng Yun didn’t even glance at her, speaking faintly amidst several scrutinizing gazes.

"Firstly, Doctor Yao is not a person from my estate. Secondly, he is not old. If Consort Feng needs a doctor, you may go to the medical clinic next door."

Feng Ying hesitated, then gave a deep bow.

"Thank you for your guidance, elder sister."

She came with dignity, yet left dispiritedly.

Leaving a topic of conversation for the female guests present, letting everyone know that Xiao Cheng fell ill after visiting Changmen, and then, she found a legitimate reason to request Doctor Yao...

Undoubtedly, she has more cunning than her mother.

Throughout the day, Huaxi was immersed in the bustling wedding celebrations with continuous music and drumbeats.

At dusk, the ceremonial music played.

"The bride has arrived!"

The lively wedding procession fetched Puyang Yi from Taiping Garden in Andu City, accompanied by intertwined dowries, a grand convoy resembling a jubilant dragon stretching from the east of the village to the Wen residence, attracting countless onlookers.

Feng Yun stood amongst the crowd at the gate, watching her eldest brother riding a tall horse, his face full of smiles, vibrant and spirited as he welcomed the bridal palanquin to stop at the front gate.

Laughter mingled together, immensely festive.

Puyang Yi shyly stepped out of the sedan with a mandarin duck fan covering her face.

At this moment, Feng Yun’s heart suddenly felt fulfilled.

Her elder brother was married.

Breaking the fate of their former lives, the future must hold prolonged happiness and well-being...

"My lady." A low voice from behind reached her ears.

Feng Yun felt her sleeve being tugged.

She turned around, seeing Xiaoman’s pale face.

Feng Yun was startled, "What’s wrong?"

Xiaoman glanced ahead.

The bride was being welcomed into the main gate, children playing through the crowd, and cheers occasionally erupted inside and outside the Wen residence.

She bit her lower lip as if afraid of disturbing something, pulling Feng Yun farther to the side before she finally held back her tears and whispered tremblingly:

"Awan is dead... Awan is gone..."