Chapter 115: Tonight, I Shall Favor You
Yan Mohan leapt out through the window and slowly paced through the night. Light and shadow flickered in his eyes, as though something were struggling to break through the soil—yet he forcibly suppressed it.
Nan Xun, on the other hand, was living quite comfortably. Over the past few days, the way Yan Han looked at her had clearly changed.
Sometimes, when Nan Xun accidentally met his gaze, she could see ruthlessness, bone-deep hatred, and something very complicated within his eyes. Yet when she looked again, those eyes would be brimming with tenderness—enough to make any woman sink into them.
“Little Eight, why do I keep feeling like the tyrant big boss wants to stab me to death lately? Am I imagining things?” Nan Xun suddenly asked.
Little Eight hesitated before replying, “I’m not sure either. The big boss’s emotional fluctuations have been very complicated recently—joy, anger, jealousy, sweetness. Tenderness mixed with hatred, hatred tinged with a trace of delight. He’s about to drive me crazy.”
Nan Xun propped her chin up and looked out the window. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled brightly. “He must have fallen for me, but he refuses to admit it—or rather, he’s suffering.”
Little Eight said, “Why do I feel like you’re a bit strange in this world?”
Nan Xun lazily yawned. “Baby, you’re overthinking it.”
Little Eight: “…Oh.”
But was it really overthinking? In the previous worlds, just how lazy had Nan Xun been? Although she was still lazy in this world, her mind was unusually active—and sharp, as if she’d suddenly become a different person. This wasn’t normal. It really wasn’t.
So unsettling.
That day, Yan Han paid his usual visit to Nan Xun’s Cold Palace, but this time he didn’t stay long.
“Yaoyao, I have some matters to attend to today. Shall I come look for you tonight?” Yan Han said, sitting beside Nan Xun’s rocking chair and peeling a grape for her.
Nan Xun chewed the grape pulp, swallowed it, and replied indifferently, “Sure. If you have things to do, go handle them. Cui Huan is here with me—I won’t be bored on my own.”
After speaking, she tilted her head slightly and lightly kissed the corner of Yan Han’s lips, smiling sweetly. “Brother Han, be careful on the road. I’ll miss you.”
Yan Han looked at her quietly for a long while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her curled, long eyelashes. In a low voice he said, “Yaoyao, do you know what I like most about you? Your eyes—black and bright, clear to the bottom. Someone with eyes like that should have a pure heart. How is it that you are such a…”
His last words were almost a murmur, and Nan Xun didn’t catch them clearly. “Brother Han, what did you just say?”
Yan Han curved his lips slightly. “I said Yaoyao’s eyes are beautiful—they enchant me.”
After he left, Nan Xun immediately asked Little Eight, “Why do I feel like Yan Han had something heavy on his mind today?”
Little Eight replied instantly, “When does he not have something heavy on his mind?”
“Right—what exactly did he say just now?”
Little Eight coughed lightly. “He said that someone with such eyes should have a pure heart—so how could you be such a shameless, lewd slut?”
Nan Xun: …
Sure enough, some deeply ingrained notions were really hard to change.
That evening, Nan Xun was lying on a rocking chair in the small courtyard, gazing at the stars, while Cui Huan served tea at her side.
Suddenly, both of them turned to look toward the main gate.
“Your Ladyship, someone’s coming!” Cui Huan turned her head and stared warily at the entrance.
If it were Yan Han, he would definitely climb over the wall rather than use the main gate. And the women of the harem, constrained by the Qin family’s power, didn’t really dare come to mock Qin Buyao either. So at this hour, the person visiting Chimu Palace was most likely…
With a creak, the gate was pushed open.
The one who opened it was Wang Shun, the emperor’s most trusted chief eunuch.
After opening the gate, Eunuch Wang waited respectfully at the entrance. Before long, a man walked in.
He wore a dark brocade robe embroidered with silver dragon patterns, black boots on his feet, walking straight in under the moonlight.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, his expression cold. Bathed in silver moonlight, he seemed even more chilling.
Nan Xun sprang up from the rocking chair, staring at the man in disbelief.
Holy crap! Why was the tyrant big boss here? What was he planning to do?!
Yan Mohan walked unhurriedly up to her, lifted her up in one motion, and grabbed her chin, forcing her face upward. He looked at her coldly and said, “What is it, beloved consort? I’ve come to your Chimu Palace—shouldn’t you be happy?”
Nan Xun pried his hand off bit by bit and met his gaze expressionlessly. “Beloved consort? Is Your Majesty here to joke with me? If I were truly a beloved consort, why would I have been sent to the Cold Palace, with Your Majesty not setting foot in Chimu Palace for months?”
Hearing this, Yan Mohan suddenly curled his lips into a cold smile. “Is my beloved consort blaming me for neglecting you? I’ve thought it over these past days and feel that I did neglect you. That’s why I’m here today. Come to think of it, since you entered the palace, I haven’t favored you even once. That truly shouldn’t be. Tonight, I’m here to… make it up to you.”
The words “make it up to you” were slowly spoken from those thin lips, light and gentle—yet like a devil’s whisper.
Nan Xun abruptly stepped backward, widening the distance between them.
Yan Mohan advanced step by step. “Beloved consort, are you rejecting me? As my woman, your duty is to please me. How dare you defy me? Have you forgotten the Qin family behind you?”
Nan Xun said angrily, “What I do is my own business. Why does Your Majesty have to drag the Qin family into this?”
Yan Mohan laughed softly and leaned close to her ear, whispering, “Tell me—if I were to say you attempted to assassinate me, could the Qin family still survive? Even if your grandfather is a veteran of two reigns and a founding general, if his precious granddaughter committed such a heinous crime, he and the entire Qin family would only be dragged down by you and exterminated to the ninth degree.”
Nan Xun seemed stunned by his words, staring at him blankly.
Yan Mohan grabbed her and dragged her toward the inner chamber.
Cui Huan was terrified. With a thud, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically. “Your Majesty, please spare my lady! Your Majesty, please, I beg you, I beg you…”
Yan Mohan shot her a sideways glance and, without another word, kicked her aside. Then he said to the person at the door, “Wang Shun, drag this eyesore of a maid outside and make her kneel there. Then close the gate. Without my order tonight, no one is allowed to come in and disturb us.”
Cui Huan was kicked aside and lay on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
Soon, Eunuch Wang dragged Cui Huan outside.
Cui Huan looked back helplessly, watching as Eunuch Wang closed the gate. The last thing she saw was the tyrant dragging her lady into the inner chamber.
At that moment, Cui Huan was filled with hatred. She wished she could knock the emperor unconscious and take her lady away—but she couldn’t. Aside from Eunuch Wang, there were surely more of the tyrant’s men hidden in the shadows. Not only would she fail to save Her Ladyship, she would also doom her—and the entire Qin family.
Cui Huan desperately wished that Young Master Yan would appear at this moment. His martial arts were even better than hers; he would definitely be able to abduct Her Ladyship.
But what now? Her Ladyship was about to be ruined—about to be destroyed by this tyrant!
