Si Jin

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.

The Slender Waist

Yang the headman called out again in a low voice, scaring everyone until their faces turned pale.


To everyone's surprise, Feng Yun's eyes relaxed and she smiled faintly.


Lu Guiquan felt a bit guilty, and he didn't dare to look into Feng Yun's eyes. He murmured in a low voice,


"To initiate a public works project, take money from the state treasury, and in the end have the commoners do the work – the Village Chief's wife lines her pockets, as if nobody understands what's going on..."


His words were coherent and highly provocative.


The peasants exchanged looks, most too afraid to speak up.


But it was hard to prevent some from indulging in wild speculations.


Such things had happened since ancient times; the commoners had seen plenty.


There's no getting up early without the promise of profit; if there's no benefit, who would be willing to organize such a major project?


Chapter 392: The King Thinks Thrice_2