Chapter 41: I dare not defy the Elder Princess

Look, look again—she now looks like this, seeming angry yet coquettish, seeming to scold yet actually pleased—what does this situation mean?

Click—no way, could it be that this woman, long deprived of love, has taken a liking to me?

No way—although this woman is full of charm, especially at her age, a woman like her is truly top-notch.

But I'm an unruly man!

Today I can defy the emperor; tomorrow I can defy you, Elder Princess!

Yang Jun, seeing this scene, at this moment his mind kept drifting further into fantasy.

He didn't pay much attention to those external things; the Yun Fengyue before him, this ultra‑mature woman, had already made him unable to take his eyes off, completely unable to look away.

And such thoughts of his were simply perfectly normal.

Yun Fengyue "heard" Yang Jun's thoughts; at that moment, a flush rose across her cheeks.

She glanced at Yang Jun, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the fabric of her dress.

Just her eyes stared even more intently at Yang Jun before her.

Hey, could this outfit have been specially prepared for me?

You mean well, but I need to think more—I absolutely cannot fall into a trap so easily.

Gazing at this ultra‑mature beautiful woman before him, Yang Jun couldn't help thinking again.

The flush on Yun Fengyue's cheeks deepened; she lifted her head and stared at Yang Jun before her.

What are you doing?

Yang Jun felt uneasy; this woman's gaze was too strange—looking at this lass, she doesn't seem like a good person.

Just as Yang Jun spoke, Yun Fengyue reached out with her right hand and placed it on his waist.

At the same time, those two fingers exerted a little force and twisted a circle.

Yang Jun, I tell you, This Palace's attire is perfectly normal; besides, I wore it to meet Imperial Elder Brother!

Yun Fengyue's fingers were not idle; she pinched the soft flesh on Yang Jun's body, exerting force, and with a coquettish tone expressed her dissatisfaction.

Damn, why are you doing this? Whether you're wearing this to see the emperor or your lover, what's it got to do with me? Why are you pinching me?

Yang Jun felt deeply wronged; the pain transmitted from his body made him quite unwilling.

This Yun Fengyue is just like a crazy woman.

After just a few words, she started pinching people.

Doesn't she know that people are made of flesh—pinching like this really hurts!

Yang Jun, does it hurt? You aren't very fond of defying This Palace, are you? Come on, again!

Yun Fengyue let out a light snort and said with a look of disdain.

Her fingers increased their force a bit, twisting a lump of flesh and giving it a hard twist.

Yang Jun was almost in tears—does this woman have a problem? She pinches just a little spot, yet with such great force.

Elder Princess, have mercy—I absolutely had no intention of offending!

Yang Jun spoke repeatedly, his face full of grievance.

But his mind involuntarily wandered to other things.

This woman isn't human—how does she know what I'm thinking in my heart?

Defying you, is that it? The defiance I have in mind isn't like this—just you wait; someday I'll defy you until you can't stand it!

Yang Jun was quite dissatisfied, thinking such thoughts.

Moreover, while thinking this, he gazed at Yun Fengyue with a look of utter grievance.

To his surprise, Yun Fengyue's cheeks became even more flushed at this moment.

Hmph, Yang Jun, Yang Jun, you'd better not have such thoughts!

While Yun Fengyue spoke, she increased the force on her hand, pinching a lump of Yang Jun's tender flesh and twisted it hard.

Yang Jun was in so much pain he was about to cry; despite his utmost effort to endure, he could barely hold back, and Yun Fengyue finally stopped.

Rest assured, Elder Princess, you can rest easy—I have never intended to defy the Elder Princess. I simply don't want to see the Pacified West Army fall into Zhou Tian's hands.

Yang Jun spoke again, his words utterly sincere.

In his tone, there was an added steadfastness.

This Elder Princess is nothing but a venomous beauty, a poisonous flower—how could I dare provoke her lightly?

But just as Yang Jun's words fell, he suddenly felt a strong resentment rushing toward him.

For a moment, Yang Jun widened his eyes, staring at Yun Fengyue before him.

No way—is this woman sick? Why is she staring at me like that? Why is she looking at me like that? What's with this resentment? Why must she direct it at me, revealing such resentment?

Yang Jun was speechless; what he sensed was a gloomy resentment heavier than a vengeful spirit.

Regarding this, he was utterly baffled, unable to comprehend how such a thing could arise.

Yun Fengyue again heard Yang Jun's inner voice; at this moment she stared at him before her with an even more resentful gaze.

Sigh, this bastard—why can't he understand my thoughts?

To act wantonly at will—this is not what I truly wish; what then is it?

But now, the way Yang Jun behaves and shows himself—how could it be like this?

Clearly he should be the one who understands me best and is most to my liking.

But this guy, on the surface, how can he put on such a display?

Yun Fengyue is quite dissatisfied; in her view, all of this is Yang Jun's fault.

All of this is Yang Jun's problem.

It is he who has disturbed the strings of my heart.

Moreover, it is he who, when facing these matters, acts so wantonly and recklessly.

Thinking about these things, Yun Fengyue coughed lightly, using this method to desperately keep herself calm and able to think normally.

"Yang Jun, tell This Palace why you are unwilling to let Zhou Tian go to the Pacified West Army?"

Yun Fengyue spoke, her eyes fixed on Yang Jun before her.

"Because, he simply isn't worthy!"

Yang Jun, without hesitation, let out a cold snort and immediately blurted it out.

He truly is not worthy.

Such a Zhou Tian simply has no right to command the Pacified West Army.

In that instant, Yang Jun's face turned cold, and he straightened his body.

Yun Fengyue blinked slightly, not because of Yang Jun's coldness, nor because of the force in his words.

Just at this moment, Yun Fengyue looked at Yang Jun before her and felt as if he had become another person.

Is it you? You've come back?

Yun Fengyue lightly shook her head, quickly letting herself return to normal.

At the same time, she stared intently at Yang Jun, only then realizing she had been seeing things.

Yang Ye, you really have raised a fine son!

Yun Fengyue thought in her heart, gazing at Yang Jun, and let out a faint sigh.

"Yang Jun, you really are a newborn calf unafraid of tigers—don't you know that serving a ruler is like serving a tiger? Do you think others won't know of your deeds? Do you think others won't say what you say?"

"But why do you insist on confronting him? Wouldn't you even consider yielding and begging for mercy?"

Yun Fengyue spoke with a furrowed brow, her words carrying reproach, but more so, a sense of instruction.