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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.

Si Jin · História
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411 Chs

Chapter 97 Strange Gift

Chunyu Yan did not come again; it seemed he had forgotten about Lian Ji.

Feng Yun's household and business were now substantial; with Yutangchun in the city and Huaxi Village here, and a farm tool workshop that was crying out to be built, she had a lot to attend to and required much effort, so she no longer thought about it.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and although the sun was out, the days were still hot.

The construction of the farm tool workshop was progressing rapidly; it was set to top off in the next couple of days. After lunch, Feng Yun had Xiaoman hold an umbrella, preparing to go take a look.

Just as she stepped out the door, she ran into Ren Rude.

By his side was a boy of about ten years old, bearing a resemblance to him, which somewhat surprised Feng Yun.

"Mr. Ren, is this your son?"

She recalled Alou mentioning that when Huan Jiao went to the teahouse, there was a boy present. Judging by his age, it must be him.