Chapter 117: Torment — The Emperor Eavesdropping
In this lifetime, he had gradually weakened the Qin family’s power. He had also secretly assigned people to monitor Yan Moyu’s every move and cultivated a group of loyal death warriors and shadow guards. Even if the Qin family and Yan Moyu were to join forces, he would not fear them.
Everything was developing exactly according to his plan. Even Qin Buyao was about to be destroyed by him.
He should be happy. He really should be happy!
Yan Mohan sat dazed on the ground, waiting for a long, long time—so long that his legs began to go numb—before that dark figure finally emerged from Chimu Palace.
Shadow One knelt on the ground. The wind blew across his face, making him shiver. The confusion in his eyes instantly dissipated as he remembered what had just happened—how he had been entwined with that woman on the bed, how he had never experienced such sensations before, so exhilarating, so blissful.
Shadow One waited for the emperor’s instructions, yet this time he heard no sound for a long while.
He felt an icy, murderous gaze fall upon the top of his head. There was no mistake—it was killing intent.
He felt uneasy and confused.
Was it because this time had gone on too long and His Majesty had grown impatient? But he himself didn’t know what had happened either. This time, it seemed he had lost control. Everything had been too perfect, making him feel as if he were dreaming.
Yet when he left, that woman was still sleeping. It had all seemed so real.
The cold gaze lingered on Shadow One’s head for a long time. Then the man finally spoke and asked,
“Shadow One, how did my woman taste?”
Shadow One’s entire body trembled. In the past, he had never known flavor in such matters, but this time was different.
Seeing him freeze, Yan Mohan flew into a rage and kicked him hard in the chest.
Shadow One did not dare resist in the slightest. This kick was far more than a superficial injury—he had likely suffered severe internal damage.
Had the emperor regretted it this time?
Just as Shadow One was speculating, he heard the man above him speak in a tone so gentle it was chilling,“Very good. I like straightforward people. Since you like Beauty Qin so much, I’ll grant you this favor. For the next seven days, she will be yours.”
Shadow One jerked his head up to look at him, meeting the man’s sinister gaze, then immediately lowered his head again and kowtowed. “This subordinate dares not!”
But Yan Mohan was a man of his word. He truly did as he said. For seven consecutive days, he visited Chimu Palace without anyone noticing and bestowed upon Beauty Qin this so-called supreme favor.
Nan Xun watched the shadow guard on the bed hugging a pillow and moving up and down, moaning “ah, ah, oh, oh,” while she peeled a grape from the plate on the table and ate it as she listened.
Little Eight said, “Darling, you’re way too calm. These past few days, the tyrant big boss’s malice value hasn’t changed at all, but his darkening value shot up from the original 75 to 85. Once it hits 100, he’ll be a full-blown lunatic.”
Nan Xun casually swept a glance toward the window and asked instead, “The big boss is still outside listening at the wall?”
Little Eight replied, “Yes.”
Nan Xun said, “That dead pervert.”
Little Eight immediately added, “Darling, compared to the previous ones, this one’s actually not that perverted anymore.”
Nan Xun gave a dry laugh.
Outside the window, Yan Mohan stood quietly in the corner, listening to the sounds from within the hall. His face was completely expressionless, his eyes lifeless and still.
For seven entire nights, he could no longer tell whether this was tormenting the woman inside the hall—or tormenting himself.
After Shadow One left, Yan Mohan continued to stand outside for a long time. Only when he heard the sound of rushing water from inside did he fly up onto the roof.
He kept his breathing extremely light, because he knew that both the mistress and the maid inside were skilled in martial arts.
Yan Mohan gently lifted two roof tiles.
Nan Xun was sitting in the bathtub, while Cui Huan attended to her bath.
The little maid was sobbing. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. This servant failed to protect you.”
Nan Xun leaned against the edge of the tub, half-closing her eyes lazily, looking rather relaxed.
Seeing the girl cry again, Nan Xun sighed helplessly.
“Cui Huan, your mistress hasn’t cried—why are you crying?”
Cui Huan wiped her tears. “But Your Highness was violated by that tyrant. What will happen between you and Young Master Yan now? Not only did the tyrant violate Your Highness once, he did it for seven days straight! What’s worse, even when he favored Your Highness, he did it secretly. This servant heard that these past few days, the tyrant’s visits to Your Highness weren’t even recorded!”
Nan Xun didn’t care. “It’s better that it’s not recorded. That way, Yan Han won’t know I was favored by the emperor.”
Cui Huan was still worried. “But Your Highness’s chastity is gone. Will Young Master Yan mind?”
Nan Xun curled her lips. “He didn’t even know whether I still had my chastity before. Did he ever deliberately ask around about whether I’d been favored by the emperor? I already asked him before if he minded that I was the emperor’s woman. He said he didn’t. Would he suddenly despise me just because I lost my chastity? Wouldn’t that be slapping his own face?”
Cui Huan was led completely astray by her twisted logic and took a long time to process it. She then asked worriedly,“Then why hasn’t Young Master Yan come these past few days? Could he have witnessed the emperor favoring Your Highness with his own eyes?”
Nan Xun froze for a moment at that and said hesitantly, “Probably not. What man could tolerate seeing his woman pressed beneath another man? Unless he’s not a man but a eunuch. Do you think Yan Han is a coward—someone who’d watch his woman being violated and still endure it?”
Cui Huan found this very reasonable.
Little Eight shuddered. “W-why are you saying this? I already told you—the big boss is on the roof listening!”
Nan Xun sneered inwardly. “Can’t you tell? I’m insulting him to his face, tearing open his wounds. A useless, impotent dead pervert.”
Little Eight: …
It suddenly felt that the big boss was a tiny bit pitiful. Of course, Little Eight didn’t dare say that in front of Nan Xun—afraid she’d flatten it into a pancake.
Still, she really should thank it. If it hadn’t provided her with that hallucinogenic powder, she would have ended up just like that pillow. Hmph.
“Your Highness, you really don’t seem to care at all. Is it really fine to lose your chastity just like that?” Cui Huan asked cautiously, her voice very low.
Nan Xun replied, “Isn’t my current state pretty good? Little Cui Huan, do you want to see your mistress seeking death? Hanging herself? Jumping into a well?”
Cui Huan was terrified and shook her head violently.
“Your Highness, please don’t think that way! It’s just chastity—what woman in the harem is still chaste? They’ve all been ruined by that tyrant. Just treat it like being bitten by a dog a few times. This servant will wash you properly.”
Nan Xun really wanted to laugh. The little girl cursed him well—very well.
Cui Huan used a bath cloth to scrub her body. When she saw the bruised bite marks all over Nan Xun, she sobbed for a long time.
On the roof, Yan Mohan—who had heard every word exchanged between mistress and servant—suddenly clenched his fist, so tightly that blood dripped from his palm without him even realizing it.
