Chapter 837: Chapter 588: Meeting by the Beacon Fire
It has been several months since their parting in Xinjing.
Feng Yun dressed in male attire today, her hair tied neatly up, draped in a smokey blue fur coat. She looked simple yet elegant, like a noble young master of a wealthy household...
Pei Jue stared at her for a long time.
Their eyes met. Feng Yun couldn’t hide the smile at the corners of her lips and softly spoke.
"Your Majesty?"
Pei Jue dismounted from his horse, handed the reins to a guard without a word, and strode forward to lift the curtain.
It was then that Feng Yun noticed the redness in his eyes.
He looked utterly exhausted.
Xiaoman kept her head lowered, not daring to meet Pei Jue’s gaze. Sensibly, she paid her respects and quietly disembarked from the carriage.
Zuo Zhong had received word and came alongside Pei Jue.
At the moment, he waited outside on horseback.
The two exchanged a glance. Xiaoman smiled at him and turned to sit on the shaft of the carriage when Zuo Zhong suddenly extended his hand.
Surprised, Xiaoman approached and placed her hand in his palm.
His warm and sturdy hand tightened, pulling her firmly closer, making her catch her breath.
Zuo Zhong leaned down to lift her, firmly hoisting her onto the horseback.
"Sit tight."
Xiaoman’s heart raced uncontrollably.
Despite being married for so many years, Zuo Zhong adhered strictly to propriety. He was affectionate only within the privacy of their chambers. Once dressed and outdoors, he became rigid and disciplined—never engaging in tender gestures.
While this wasn’t particularly intimate...
Sitting in his arms, feeling the warmth from him, Xiaoman felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
This man was hers.
He treated her well.
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Inside the carriage, it was silent.
For a good while, no sounds were heard.
Only the roar of the wind as the carriage journeyed through the endless night.
Through the breeze, a faint scent of battlefield smoke mingled, brushing gently against them, causing the curtains to sway softly...
Feng Yun’s gaze fell upon Pei Jue’s face.
Pei Jue quietly studied her in return.
His eyes burned with intensity, as if he wished to engulf her entirely, reducing her to ashes.
She blinked and placed her small hand over his eyes.
Then she slowly released it, peeking at him through her fingers.
"Are you angry?"
Before coming, she hadn’t informed Pei Jue.
Because she knew he would certainly forbid it.
Such actions—making decisions first and reporting afterward—might be tolerated in a young girl, dismissed as playful and impulsive. But she was no longer just a young girl; she was the mother of a seven-year-old child and the Empress of the nation...
She guessed Pei Jue was troubled by it, which explained his silence.
Unexpectedly, all she heard was a helpless sigh.
Pei Jue stretched his arms, pulling her into his embrace. He gently stroked her back before pressing her against his heated chest.
After years as husband and wife, Feng Yun knew Pei Jue’s emotions well.
That single sigh was enough for her to know the crisis had passed.
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
Pei Jue said, "For coming here, Lady Yun has endured hardship."
Feng Yun broke into a radiant smile, burying her face into his chest to take in his familiar scent.
"Seeing my husband, I feel at ease."
Pei Jue glanced down at her, his dark eyes deep. His posture softened slightly, "You..."
No other words followed.
Just a resigned tone.
He was always helpless against her.
Feng Yun chuckled lightly, leisurely tidying his collar...
"Watching Xiao San leap about along Da Yong’s borders makes staying in Xinjing feel like swallowing flies. Every day dragged on endlessly. Rather than wait for good news, I figured I’d come and fight alongside Your Majesty."
Pei Jue’s lips curled slightly, "You didn’t come because you missed me?"
The dark eyes remained calm as their gazes locked.
Feng Yun jabbed him forcefully, "Of course I missed you. Isn’t that why I had no other option but to follow you here... If you don’t like it, I’ll return tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll head to Dan Jun City to find Pingyuan and my elder brother."
Pei Jue snorted, watching her theatrics with leisure.
Feng Yun clicked her tongue with a laugh, "What, don’t trust me?"
Pei Jue’s palm landed on the back of her head, rubbing firmly.
"Your little schemes... don’t think I’m unaware."
"How could a person as pure and kindhearted as me have any schemes?"
"Xiao San."
"Hm?" Feng Yun raised her brows, "It’s because of him. I can’t stand seeing him gloat..."
Pei Jue squinted slightly, studying her without speaking. His eyes seemed to flash and shimmer. After a moment, suddenly, disregarding everything, he leaned down and bit her lips.
Feng Yun couldn’t evade him and laughed quietly.
"Pei Wangzhi!"
Meeting and biting—it’s like he was born a dog!
Pei Jue said nothing, immersing himself in satisfaction until he had his fill. Only then did he release her. His eyes brimmed with desire as he gazed at her flushed face, "Are you reluctant to see Xiao San die, or afraid I will lose?"
"I’m unwilling to let him die too easily."
Feng Yun’s fingers trailed along his neck, gripping him tightly and gradually slipping into his collar to clasp his lean back. Hearing his strained breath, she finally broke into laughter.
