Chapter 42

Hearing Yun Fengyue's words, Yang Jun was somewhat surprised.

He unconsciously lifted his head, his eyes fixed on Yun Fengyue before him.

Is this woman alright? Nothing wrong, right?

According to the original plot, this woman shouldn't be someone I don't get along with, but now, how did she become like this?

Wait, is this concern? Is he caring about me?

Thinking this, Yang Jun couldn't help but glance at Yun Fengyue again.

【Ah, looks like my damned charm!】

Yang Jun took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"This subject thanks Elder Princess for the reminder, but a person lives one lifetime, plants have one autumn; I won't fail yesterday's affairs, today's scenery, or tomorrow's road."

"Since we're alive, happiness is paramount; if even living isn't comfortable, what's the point? To live and be carefree, isn't that right?"

Yang Jun spoke with a smile, and in that sentence, he also lightly nodded.

【How strange, what's wrong with Yun Fengyue? How did she change? Seeing her eager and concerned look, could she have truly felt something?】

【Ah, actually speaking, when young one doesn't know an elder sister's goodness, mistakenly treating the younger sister as a treasure.】

【An elder sister can pity me, but who can pity the elder sister left alone in an empty room?】

Yang Jun felt a surge of emotion for a moment.

In this situation, he himself never imagined things would turn out like this.

His impression of Yun Fengyue had always been limited to outside gossip.

A princess who has lost all royal face still harbors boundless pain in her heart—who could understand such pain?

"Hmph!"

At that moment, Yun Fengyue let out a cold snort, and the teacup she had been holding was slammed onto the table.

The tea in the cup surged up and splashed onto her.

Yun Fengyue herself was caught off guard, especially when her clothes were splashed with tea, making her feel embarrassed and shy.

She quickly pulled out a handkerchief and hastily wiped.

But Yun Fengyue's heart kept replaying that sentence.

An elder sister can pity me, but who can pity the elder sister left alone in an empty room?

Yun Fengyue felt a sour ache in her heart.

No one ever considers things from her perspective, nor does anyone think of her because of these matters.

As she wiped her clothes, her hand trembled, her breathing grew ragged; in her flustered state, the harder she tried to clean it, the less she could manage.

"Elder Princess, be careful."

Seeing this, Yang Jun quickly took out his own handkerchief, and while speaking to Yun Fengyue, instinctively and naturally, he took her hand, picked up the handkerchief, and began wiping the tea from her.

Yun Fengyue's body trembled slightly, her ears almost bleeding.

Damn it, shouldn't I be pushing him away?

But why do I actually like his gesture?

Overbearing, domineering, yet it gives you a sense of security!

Such a man, isn't he someone you'd like?

【Eh, what's this woman doing? Why is her body so tense? Could it be that I hit the mark?】

【Ah, the elder sister's days are indeed pitiful—no love, no genuine care, only deceit and scheming; that is the most direct, deepest wound possible!】

Yang Jun lightly shook his head, hand holding the handkerchief, and happened to touch a very sensitive spot.

"I didn't mean to."

Yang Jun stopped, feeling embarrassed.

At that moment, Yun Fengyue's cheeks grew even more crimson, as if about to bleed.

But in her heart, she couldn't help but consider some things.

Would she truly feel sorry, sad, and care about the things Yang Jun thought of?

No, what she wants is very simple, even pure.

Everything is merely a pawn on her path to success.

As for Yang Jun before her, would she stand on his side? Obviously not.

It's only because she can hear his heart, see through him, and use him—nothing more.

Now this matter also makes Yun Fengyue a bit embarrassed and nervous, after all, he was supposed to be just her pawn, yet his words and actions have caused far too many problems.

"Cough, I need to go back; there are still matters to attend to in the palace."

Yun Fengyue stood up, wondering why, even though she could hear his heart, her own heart was instead thrown into disarray.

"If so, this subject respectfully sees Elder Princess off!"

Hearing Yun Fengyue's words, Yang Jun also immediately rose and performed a respectful bow.

Yang Jun naturally understood that he was merely a pawn chosen by Yun Fengyue.

Yun Fengyue is a woman full of ambition; everything she does is naturally for achieving her own goals.

She would absolutely not change because of a Yang Jun, and would respond differently?

But why, now all this, has become somewhat different?

She glanced at Yang Jun; she clearly could hear his heart, see through him, and understand his present state.

But why is the situation not the same? Clearly she could use this pawn, yet it's not the same.

"Let's leave it at that; This Palace must go?"

Yun Fengyue rose hastily, and as she spoke, turned and walked away.

Seeing Yun Fengyue off, Yang Jun felt wave after wave of shock.

Such a situation is indeed somewhat unbelievable.

Yun Fengyue having chosen herself also counts as becoming a pawn.

Moreover, such a pawn in the game of imperial power is even more dangerous.

Yun Fengyun is an emperor, and besides that imperial identity, he has an even more important identity—that of a Grand Master!

The Grand Master represents his own strength, which is even more unfathomable.

On the other hand, Zhou Tian, the so-called Heaven's Mandate Male Lead, is also restless.

Now it seems everything is like the wind and rain about to come, the wind filling the tower.

"Ah, I don't want to pick a side, and I don't want to stand with anyone either."

Yang Jun let out a light sigh—emperor, elder princess, Heaven's Mandate Male Lead.

As for these three forces, he doesn't want to side with any of them.

He is a unique existence, a system unto himself, fundamentally unaffected by others!

Yang Jun shook his head, not wanting to think too much about such matters.

Since things have come to this, the best course is still to let go of fantasies and prepare for battle.

Of course, the prerequisite is to improve his own strength.

Only by letting his strength improve can everything else truly be realized.