Chapter 859: Chapter 599 The Grand Finale (Final Chapter)
Feng Yun was slightly startled.
But she did not become agitated and quietly looked at Puyang Yi, waiting for her to continue.
Puyang Yi picked out the important matters from outside and told her.
"Lady Yun, my brother and I do not believe you would ever rebel."
She spoke of herself and her brother.
There was much to ponder here.
No mention of Princess Chang.
Puyang Yi doing this meant she would be shouldering immense pressure.
"Thank the Commandery Prince for me," Feng Yun smiled faintly, refusing, "Pingyuan, I cannot drag you into this."
"Please don’t say that. My brother was once under your care; he should all the more repay kindness with kindness..." Her voice faltered as she lowered her head, choking back her emotions, "It’s just that our abilities are too meager. If it weren’t for his sudden mercy, I wouldn’t even know where you are..."
In this world, there is never a lack of people filled with sentiment and righteousness.
Before today, Feng Yun and Puyang Zong had not interacted for many years.
She briefly sighed, holding Puyang Yi’s hand, "You’ve done enough. Go, don’t come again. From now on, you and your husband need to live together; don’t make things harder for yourself because of me..."
It would have been better if she hadn’t said those words.
As soon as Puyang Yi heard this, her eyes turned wet.
She shook her head, her smile uglier than a cry.
"Between him and me... there’s hardly anything left to live together for."
With a self-mocking laugh, she asked Feng Yun, "Lady Yun, do you know why I’ve been childless all these years?"
Feng Yun was taken aback, "Why?"
"For years, he’s secretly been taking medicine..."
Earlier, Feng Ying hadn’t been wrong—recently, to inquire into Feng Yun’s whereabouts, Puyang Yi had pulled out all stops to appease Wen Xingsu, eating with him, sleeping beside him, displaying utmost gentleness...
Wen Xingsu treated her as always, calm and collected, like a husband from an ordinary family. Whatever needed doing was done as expected, and sometimes, when the mood struck, he even exerted himself more than before, or perhaps because of some hidden guilt, he treated her better than he once did.
It was precisely because of this that Puyang Yi gained entry into his private domain and found those medicines...
Feng Yun listened, her face full of shock.
Madman.
So it turned out Wen Xingsu was the madman.
Who could have thought that a man so upright and refined would be so insane in private—to others, to himself, insane.
Puyang Yi wiped away her tears, glanced back at the tightly closed doors, grabbed Feng Yun’s arm, becoming suddenly urgent, "Let’s not mention these things for now. If fate permits, we’ll speak further another day..."
With that, she turned and summoned a maid.
"Ah Yun is about the same build as you. Change into her clothes, I’ll take you out... My brother is waiting outside; we’ll figure out a way to leave this place first..."
Feng Yun didn’t move, because she knew what kind of person Wen Xingsu was.
This was too risky.
It might not succeed in getting her out but could very well cost the lives of the Puyang siblings here.
"Pingyuan, I don’t need your help..."
Puyang Yi’s expression froze, her voice suddenly cold, "Feng Yun, what are your intentions?"
Feng Yun paused.
She spoke harshly, "You know full well my husband is infatuated with you, so why are you still clinging here? Can’t you do something decent and leave us far behind? Without you, he would love me, he would let me bear his child..."
Her low growl broke into torrents of tears.
The maid named Ah Yun came forward, starting to disrobe before Feng Yun, looking extremely nervous.
Feng Yun knew what these women were enduring in their hearts at this moment.
In the end, she nodded, changed clothes, and followed Puyang Yi outside...
A few guards stood at the door; Feng Yun lowered her head, staring at her toes, remarkably calm.
Puyang Yi, however, grew nervous. Walking only a few steps out the door, she suddenly grabbed Feng Yun’s wrist.
"Go get the horse."
She had ridden here today.
The horse was tied to the hitching post outside.
Feng Yun glanced briefly, her heartbeat speeding up...
It had been so long since she left the courtyard, so long since she breathed such fresh air.
She nodded, suppressing her excitement, turning to move...
And then, as though her blood froze.
"Where are you going?"
Wen Xingsu stood beneath the barren willow tree outside the courtyard. He wore no armor, just a deep robe of blue-black, paired with Zhanjiao, his entire visage like a refined scholar stepping out from a painting—elegant, gentle, like a waft of mountain breeze.
"Go back." He looked at Feng Yun, "Be good."
Feng Yun stood still, staring into his eyes.
Wen Xingsu’s gaze was tranquil, with no discernible shift.
It was the same face, the same man, yet Feng Yun increasingly felt she did not know him.
The elder brother of her past life was not like this—the one who fought battles for her, argued fiercely with Xiao Cheng over her ascension as Empress, the one who lifted Queque high onto his shoulders while smiling widely, her dear Uncle—he was not like this...
Her elder brother, her kin, remained in the past life.
