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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 unmatched in all eight districts of Xuzhou, but she was rejected by her husband's family. In times of chaos, where ceremonies fell apart and music broke down, 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. ---- In others' eyes, Feng Yun: A crazy beauty with a problem in her head. In Feng Yun’s eyes, Feng Yun: I know everything; I must be the god of this world, right? In their eyes, Feng Yun: She’s so unique and bizarre, I like her so much! ---- [This work is fictional, please do not verify the facts. The author does not shy away from offensive content. If you dislike it, simply close it, do not complain!]

Si Jin · História
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105 Chs

Chapter 40: The Grudge of the Princely Heir

Translator: 549690339

Feng Yun's heart constricted slightly, her brain going blank for a moment.

"Princely Heir did this... just to retaliate against me?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chunyu Yan played with her sash as if he earnestly wanted her to feel that torment; languidly, he did not pull it, as though he might tear it open at any moment, making her lose face.

"It was I who saved Qingqing. Had it not been for my timely intervention, your delicate skin and tender flesh, once in the hands of jackals and tigers, what do you think they would have done to you?"

Feng Yun gave him a feeble smile, "Jackals and tigers? Whom does Princely Heir refer to?"

Chunyu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm referring to people you shouldn't provoke."

He was nonchalant, his hand resting on the curve of Feng Yun's waist, flicking her sash lightly.

Under his gaze, Feng Yun felt as if thorns were on her back, her eyes gradually heating up, nervously breaking into a cold sweat.