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The Slender Waist

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general. Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit. Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart… As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon. When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family. In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go? "I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life." In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.

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Chapter 212: Demanding an Antidote

Feng Yun wore a wide garment in misty tower gray today, with a tight waist belt, her charming eyes vivid, her countenance bright as spring, her demeanor so uninhibited that she resembled the peony king blooming in the General Residence of Central Capital—a living embodiment of allure...

Regrettably, it seemed the General was oblivious to the mood.

He pointed to the spot beside him, signaling for Feng Yun to sit.

However, that left sitting as the only activity.

He at one end, Feng Yun at the other.

Separated by mere inches, yet it felt like the ends of the earth.

In their previous lives, there had also been times of silence between them; most often, it was he who chose not to speak, but the atmosphere had never been this odd.

Feng Yun glanced at him.

The man became even more handsome when serious, but not in the least bit charming...

She sort of missed the beastly side of Pei Jue—at least then he was flesh and blood, human. Now, he was dull, rigid, a big block of wood.