Chapter 868: Chapter 599 The Grand Finale (Final Chapter)_10
Yao Ru chuckled awkwardly, "My lord should rest and recover."
Chunyu Yan’s gaze swept over Pei Jue before landing meaningfully on Feng Yun, "I will make sure to rest well."
His eyes lingered on Feng Yun, unabashed.
That single glance made her heart skip a beat, her face heating up slightly.
Rui Bao approached them, sensing his mother’s emotions, and looked at his father in confusion.
"Father, Mother, what are you talking about?"
Pei Jue replied, "There’s an annoying fly here."
Rui Bao started looking around, "Where?"
Feng Yun turned his small body away, "Don’t listen to your father’s nonsense."
Chunyu Yan said, "Indeed, you should listen to your godfather."
Godfather?
Feng Yun looked at him incredulously, yet Rui Bao recognized it quickly and respectfully bowed to Chunyu Yan.
"Godfather saved my mother, at the cost of his health. Rui Bao will honor you just as he honors his real father."
Chunyu Yan grinned triumphantly, casting a look at Pei Jue, "Good son."
Rui Bao’s lips curved into a smile before moving closer, obediently saying, "Godfather, when I grow up, I’ll conquer territories and gift them to you."
Chunyu Yan’s eyes glinted with a faint smirk, "Which territories?"
Rui Bao replied, "Nanqi, Yunchuan..."
Chunyu Yan trembled lightly, nearly coughing up blood.
"You little traitor."
Not even grown, and you’re already eyeing his domains?
Chunyu Yan glared at Pei Jue, suspecting he’d taught his son such ideas.
The elder’s poor example had led to a rebellious child with no small amount of mischief in him.
Pei Jue, unperturbed, wrapped his arm around Feng Yun and moved toward the carriage parked at the city gate.
He first helped Feng Yun onto the carriage before following her inside.
Before the curtains could drop, under Chunyu Yan’s jealousy-filled gaze, he leaned down and softly kissed Feng Yun by her ear.
"Say it—husband, please sit."
Feng Yun: "?"
Momentary confusion left her unable to guess what this man was thinking.
"Say it quickly." Pei Jue urged her with a steady gaze.
Feng Yun, less childish than him, paused briefly before attempting to leave, only to be swiftly pulled back by Pei Jue.
She chuckled, slightly bowing, "Husband, please sit."
Only then did the curtains close.
Pei Jue contentedly wrapped his arms around her, not letting her sit on the carriage’s cushions, but keeping her perched on his lap. The faint daylight illuminated him, his robes lightly swayed, his deep eyes glimmering with amusement.
"Wife, please sit."
Feng Yun remained seated in his embrace, glancing at him. Her cheeks turned visibly red, as radiant as a blooming begonia.
"How can you be so childish?"
"Clearly, you like it."
"..."
"Lady Yun, I desire you deeply."
"Pei Wangzhi!"
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[Epilogue]
Winter passed, and winter returned.
The turn of the year arrived once more.
On the evening before the New Year, Feng Yun took her husband and son on a visit to Huaxi, spending the holiday with her relatives in Changmen before deciding not to return to the palace.
Lying on her own bed, she dreamed.
In the dream, snowflakes danced gently to the ground.
Someone stood under the veranda adorned with blooming roses, waiting for her.
The air was fragrant, and he, clad in silver armor, exuded elegance. His lips curved in a smile, seemingly carrying a tenderness untouched by time, tranquil like an evergreen pine.
She looked at him in disbelief, slowly approaching but stopping short.
"Yaoyao, do not fear," Wen Xingsu’s voice was soft and refined, lacking the coldness it carried after his betrayal, instead soothing like spring breezes.
"I’ve finally found the chance to bid you farewell. Why won’t you listen to me for a moment?"
Feng Yun hesitated, staring at him without speaking.
"Do you hold resentment toward me, Yaoyao?"
"I do not understand."
"You do not need to understand," Wen Xingsu said. "In the end, I fulfilled something I had long wanted to do but never did. Even death, I accept with gratitude."
Feng Yun’s eyes brimmed with tears.
It was she who had broken fate, causing everything to change.
And her elder brother, who had taken the step he never should have.
"I came to say goodbye," Wen Xingsu said. "Do not hate me. Even if you hadn’t acted that day, even if Pei Jue hadn’t been stirred into action and marched his army forward, I still... would not have harmed you."
Feng Yun: "Is that true?"
"It is," Wen Xingsu smiled faintly. "Elder brother would never harm Yaoyao."
Feng Yun: "In the next life, don’t do this again."
"Alright. I’ll remember." Wen Xingsu’s elegant figure remained tall and striking; his face still carried a smile. Just like in the past, he bowed deeply to her before turning away, "Yaoyao, I must leave now. She is waiting for me over there."
Feng Yun looked ahead; it was the silhouette of a woman.
Shrouded in fog, her features were faint.
Wen Xingsu walked toward her, grasped her hand, and she obediently leaned close, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arm around her waist; she lifted her head. The two exchanged a smile.
Feng Yun instinctively chased a few steps forward, "Pingyuan."
The woman turned around.
At that moment, Feng Yun saw her smile.
And her tears rolled down uncontrollably.
