Nagato has such a slim waist

Chapter 560: The Prison is Cold
When the news of the Feng family's downfall reached Xijing, Feng Yun felt extremely complicated.

It is a universal happiness that those who have hurt you live worse than you do.

Feng Yun must be happy too.

But she felt it was not enough.

First, I didn’t see with my own eyes the miserable appearance of that group of people.

Second, downfall does not mean elimination.

Relying on the family's centuries-old accumulation, the Feng family's descendants can still live a comfortable life and enjoy the happiness of life.

Chen also had her family to rely on. Feng Ying was confined to her house for injuring Daman, but she just lost the chance to become the queen...

She is still a noble concubine and Xiao Cheng's woman.

Xiao Cheng reduced Feng's power in the court and retained his dignity.

Who knows, one day, he might come back again and revenge will never be achieved.

Feng Yun thought about it again and again and asked the messenger from Taicheng.

"Is Daman okay?"

In the past, Xiao Cheng used Damang to suppress Feng Ying and the Feng family at the same time, but Damang is also a daughter of the Feng family.

What will happen if it is no longer useful to Xiao Cheng?
The messenger said, "Don't worry, Princess. The imperial physician has examined Madam Hua Man's injury and it will heal in a few days."

Feng Yun nodded, asked some trivial questions, looked at the huge reward, asked Ge Guang to send the person out, and then opened the letter from Daman.

The person who delivered the letter came with the Qi envoy. Daman openly sent someone to deliver the letter to her, so he would have done something wrong in the letter...

Feng Yun opened the second layer of letter paper, put it on the fire to slowly roast it, and the words appeared.

"Don't worry, my lady. I hit the palace wall by myself. I know my limits. Without the Feng family in Qi, other noble families are no match for your majesty. As long as your majesty doesn't let me die, I can live well."

"It's a pity that my lady can't see the end of the Feng family. Your Majesty is really good at tactics. I really enjoyed the fight this time..."

Feng Yun frowned slightly.

Daman’s letter, no problem.

However, what was beyond words was not only the joy of revenge, but also the admiration for Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng......

Feng Yun slowly sketched out the man's appearance in her mind.

No matter how much she disliked him, she had to admit that Xiao San was a capable, decisive and charming man.

Such a man is also born with a good appearance. He was able to attract her and the ladies of Taicheng back then. Naturally, he can also attract Daman now...

What’s more, after living together for so many years, how could Daman not be moved?

Xiaoman leaned over to look, "Madam, is my sister okay?"

Feng Yun handed her the letter and said, "Burn it after reading."

Xiaoman took it and said, "I understand."

Feng Yun took a look at her happy expression and smiled.

"Today, the envoys will enter the city, and the king will inevitably have to attend social events. Tell the stove to prepare some sobering soup."

Xiaoman was relieved to see that Daman was safe and sound. After burning the letter, he turned back to tease Feng Yun.

"My wife is now more concerned about the king..."

Feng Yun adjusted her sitting position and smiled.

"Stop joking and go. I need to rest for a while."

My wife often sits alone.

Only Aozai can keep him company.

Xiaoman obeyed the order and closed the door.

Feng Yun lay lazily, waved to Aozai to come over, stroked its back fur, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, she felt extremely comfortable.

It's hard to describe this joy...

Step by step, he reversed the established nightmare, dominated his life, and sent endless ridicule and cold eyes back to his enemies like a razor blade, slowly sending them to their doom.

What she defeated was not only the external enemies, but also the enemies in her heart - the cowardice, fear, and timidity accumulated from her previous life.
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The entire Western Capital was discussing how Qi would react after the Jin Dynasty detained the envoy from Qi and threatened to execute him.

The rumor that a war is about to break out is becoming more and more prevalent.

The people of Xijing even began to prepare food and supplies for when war came.

Feng Yun, however, was resting peacefully, without any worries.

At nightfall, Pei Jue returned.

The news I brought back was not unexpected.

Not only did Xiao Cheng not rebuke the Jin Dynasty for its rudeness, he sent envoys to offer apology and a letter of apology. All his actions were a sign of weakness.

Feng Yun laughed and said, "What a ruthless move. He apologized and cut off the Feng family's escape route. He also sentenced Feng Jingyao to death."

Pei Jue sat down beside her, rubbed his forehead gently, and lowered his eyes, not looking at Feng Yun.

“First-class means.”

Feng Yun said: "This man is very intelligent and good at maneuvering. As long as he has enough time, he will definitely show his ambitions. Maybe he will take over the world..."

Pei Jue raised his eyes, his gaze deep.

"Yunniang likes him very much."

Feng Yun saw that his face was calm, totally unaware that the man was already feeling anxious, and just smiled faintly.

"This is called knowing yourself and knowing your enemy. It is also to remind you and me at all times that we must never underestimate each other. Humph! Don't think that he is showing weakness today and is generous and tolerant. If we go to war in the future, he will not show mercy."

Pei Cong didn't speak for a long time.

That look was very playful.

Feng Yun glanced at him and said, "My lord, am I wrong?"

Pei Jue said: "He has profound wisdom and extraordinary strategies, but in the end he still didn't get what he wanted most."

Most wanted?
Feng Yun snorted with a wooden face.

She never thought that she was what Xiao Cheng wanted most.

An ambitious man aims to rule the country, so what are women to him?
"You can't deny that he never gave up on you."

Pei Jue's cheeks were tense and his tone was a little bitter.

That's the truth.

What made Xiao Cheng miscalculate was Feng Yun's rebirth.

Otherwise, his wishful thinking would not have failed. He would first coax the Feng family into helping him, and when he was in power and the time was right, he would bring down the Feng family. By then, with his means, Feng Yun would be nothing more than a pawn in his hands.

"It's his bad luck to meet me." Feng Yun glanced at him and said with a smile, "If God doesn't take him, I will." Pei Jue approached quietly and stared at her.

A handsome face, flickering in the flickering light and shadow, is particularly profound.

"Yunniang." He asked, "Who do you think will win in this life, me or Xiao Cheng?"

Feng Yun glanced at him calmly, leaned over, put his arms around his neck, and smiled, "Hasn't the king won?"

Pei Jue's eyelids drooped slightly and he stroked her face.

"There are many people vying for the throne, some alive and some dead. But there can only be one winner."

Feng Yun curled her lips lightly and spoke in a leisurely manner.

"If you win, I'll watch you rule the world. If you lose, I'll help you make a comeback."

Pei Cong's pupils shrank slightly.

My heart tightened for no reason.

"What if... I died?"

Feng Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly smiled as she looked at the two people's shadows elongated by the light.

"If you live, I will enjoy the prosperity with you. If you die, I will avenge you."

Pei Jue held his breath for a moment.

He stared at her and suddenly hugged her tightly. His heart was beating randomly and his voice was hoarse.

"I always thought that I was also the one you wanted to avenge."

"Yes." Feng Yun looked up at him and smiled slightly, "I think I will take revenge on you for the rest of my life."

"Yunniang..."

Pei Jue held her tightly, breathing hard, and held her in his arms, wrapping her with his tall body as carefully as if he were hugging a child.

The night is late and the wind is still.

The firelight was dim and hazy, illuminating Feng Yun's face which was gently placed on Pei Jue's shoulder.

Quietly, there was a shadow in his half-closed eyes, but no smile.
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Midnight watch.

A horse-drawn carriage broke through the night fog and drove into the Censorate Prison in Xijing City.

The guard at the gatehouse had just changed shifts. When he saw someone getting off the carriage, he was startled and quickly stepped forward to salute.

"Your Majesty."

Pei Cong nodded, held Feng Yun's hand and walked inside.

"Open the door."

The corridor leading to the prison was filled with gloomy winds. The prison was made of rammed earth and had an iron gate, so even water could not get in.

The prisoners held here are all extraordinary, Feng Jingyao is also here.

The cell was quiet, without any sound at all.

Pei Jue asked, "Has he been interrogated in the past two days?"

The jailer whispered, "Without the king's order, we dare not act on our own."

Pei Jue hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, "All of you go down."

"Yes, sir." The guard went down.

Amid the sound of messy footsteps, Pei Jue glanced at Zuo Zhong and Ji You.

"No one is allowed to enter without my order."

"Yes." Zuo Zhong and Ji You bowed together, retreated silently, and stood guard at the entrance of the corridor.

There is only one criminal here, Feng Jingyao.

Under the dim light, there was a hint of mold in the air.

Feng Jingyao sat on the wet straw with his back against the wall, his head lowered, but he was awake.

These days, no one in the prison talked to him, and the meals distributed once a day were like pig food, and most of the time they were spoiled and disgusting.

He knew that Pei Jue didn't let him die because he was trying to torture him and wear down his will.

But Pei Cong underestimated him.

How can such a trick make him submit?

"Prince Yonghuai, please go back." There was no trace of blood on Feng Jingyao's pale face. His voice was very slow, as if he was talking to himself. He did not look at Pei Jue and tried his best to retain the character of his aristocratic family.

"Don't waste your energy on me. I didn't instruct Duan Wu to steal the defense map, nor did I have any conspiracy. I am just an envoy from Qi sent to Xijing to promote peace between the two countries. If the Jin court has any integrity, it shouldn't imprison me here..."

Pei Cong said nothing, walked slowly closer, opened the door of the cell, and threw the letter brought by the envoy from Qi State in front of Feng Jingyao.

"Mr. Feng, please take a look."

Feng Jingyao had iron chains on his feet, but his hands were free.

He looked up at Pei Jue and hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

"Humph!"

He gritted his teeth and looked up coldly.

But he didn't look at Pei Jue, but at Feng Yun.

"If I had known you were the cause of trouble, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and let you live until now, and now you're biting me back."

This was to put the blame on Feng Yun for Xiao Cheng's attempt to kill him.

Feng Yun smiled, straightened his sleeves nonchalantly, and then nonchalantly told him everything about the Feng family, bit by bit.

"Some were dismissed from office, some were fired from their posts, and some were imprisoned. Even Feng Ying, who you valued the most and could bring honor to the Feng family, was banished to the cold palace. Uncle, at this point, do you think the Feng family still has hope of turning things around?"

Feng Jingyao sneered, "So what? If I don't die well, can you live well?"

After a pause, he said coldly: "Xiao San can treat the Feng family like this, so he will treat you the same way in the future. Or do you think that the power of Prince Yonghuai alone can reverse the situation of the decline of the Jin court and the disorder of the government? Wait, when Xiao San recovers, you will be defeated by him sooner or later and die miserably..."

Feng Yun suddenly smiled.

"At this time, you still don't forget to stir up trouble and use someone else's strength to fight against you? You don't need to worry about the fate of Jin. If I were you, what I would do now is to tell the truth and ask for a good death."

Feng Jingyao lowered his eyelids slightly, "I have nothing to say. You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."

"No?" Feng Yun leaned forward slightly, his eyes like cold pond water, staring at him, "Mr. Feng, do you want to think carefully about how you teamed up with Xiao Jue to frame the entire Xie family, let the Xie family army be buried in Bingzhou, and then framed Prince Huairen, deprived him of the throne, imprisoned him in Yuzhao Palace, causing him to die of depression, and..."

She spoke each word with great emphasis, as if she was biting on solid iron.

"Why do you want to kill my mother?"

Today's chapter... a long chapter...

One step closer to the end.

Chunyu Yan: Okay, let’s kill a few to offer sacrifice to the gods?
Feng Yun: Mom... this is the guy! Kill him.

Chun Yuyan: I haven't appeared in so many chapters, and I die the next time I appear? It's not so frustrating to be a supporting role. This is too much.