Chapter 104: Humiliation — Cut Off Your Manhood
Little maid Cui Huan was massaging Nan Xun’s shoulders, reporting in meticulous detail all the information she had gathered over the past few days.
Nan Xun listened quietly, responding with an occasional hum.
Cui Huan seemed unaware of the incident a few days earlier when the tyrant released venomous snakes. Nan Xun hadn’t told her either, afraid of frightening the girl, though she had instructed her to heighten her vigilance.
Cui Huan’s martial arts were definitely top-tier, yet the tyrant big boss had managed to have someone release so many venomous snakes into Chimu Palace without anyone noticing. Clearly, the opponent’s martial skills surpassed Cui Huan’s—and it was very likely they had drugged her unconscious beforehand.
If not for Little Eight keeping watch, Nan Xun would probably have been too unsettled to sleep these past few nights. Who knew what other vicious tricks that tyrant might come up with to harm her?
Little Eight felt deeply wronged. Nan Xun slept like a pig every night, while the poor beast had to stay alert to their surroundings.
Both woman and beast thought things were temporarily safe—but they had underestimated just how utterly deranged the tyrant big boss was.
Just as Nan Xun sat on the swing cracking melon seeds while Cui Huan brewed flower tea for her, Little Eight suddenly cried out, “This is bad—this is really bad!”
Nan Xun instinctively followed up, “Is there a fire?”
“A fire my ass! Four people just arrived outside, every single one of them a top expert! They’re coming aggressively—probably following the tyrant big boss’s orders to take your miserable little life!”
Nan Xun’s mouth twitched.
…Miserable little life.
Well, in the boss’s eyes right now, her life probably really was worth less than a dog’s.
At that moment, Cui Huan also sensed the disturbance. Murderous intent flashed in the girl’s eyes as she barked lowly, “Your Highness, go back inside first!”
Nan Xun obeyed and decisively went back into the room.
But she came right back out—now with the sword she often used in hand.
Cui Huan froze, then snapped angrily, “Your Highness, your body is precious—don’t come out and get mixed up in this!”
Nan Xun made a shushing gesture at her and lifted her gaze toward the wall outside.
Before long, four black figures leapt in over the wall one after another. All of them were masked, each holding a large blade.
Without a word, the four men in black surrounded Nan Xun.
Cui Huan shielded her and rushed forward to meet them.
The attackers were clearly prepared. Two of the black-clad men firmly pinned Cui Huan to one side, while the remaining two locked onto Nan Xun.
Nan Xun showed no fear. She raised her sword and thrust at the leading black-clad man.
The man faltered for a moment—nearly taking the blade.
The woman’s fast, precise, and ruthless swordplay startled the two men. They exchanged a glance and immediately changed tactics.
Nan Xun’s technique was excellent, but her internal strength was lacking. Before long, she fell into a disadvantage.
Rip! One of the black-clad men slashed her long skirt with his blade.
Rip! Another strike severed an entire sleeve, exposing her fair arm.
Then came a slash across her chest—her upper garment fell to the ground, revealing a large swath of the red dudou underneath.
“Your Highness! You animals!” Cui Huan screamed in terror, desperately trying to break through—but in vain.
She could only watch as the two black-clad men deliberately humiliated her mistress. Her eyes were bloodshot with fury; she wanted nothing more than to hack them into a thousand pieces.
Nan Xun had already guessed the tyrant big boss’s intention.
He had deliberately sent people to humiliate her?
She looked at the two men before her and curled her lips. “Yan Mohan sent you, didn’t he? Coward. If he’s got the guts, he should watch me be humiliated in person.”
The black-clad men’s expressions changed.
This woman dared to call the emperor by name—and say such words. She was simply courting death!
Nan Xun had been waiting for that split second of distraction. Suddenly, she flicked her sleeve, scattering a handful of knockout powder.
The two men’s heads swayed, their vision blurred—and just like that… they collapsed.
Her dudou was fully exposed now, but Nan Xun didn’t bother covering herself. She raised her sword; with a swift motion, the blade plunged between the legs of the nearest man.
“Ah—!” The black-clad man, not yet fully unconscious, let out a shrill scream.
Just as Nan Xun was about to strike the other man, the two who had been restraining Cui Huan rushed over. Each grabbed one companion and turned to flee.
Nan Xun narrowed her eyes slightly. As they were about to leap over the courtyard wall, she lifted her sword and hurled it with a sharp whoosh.
One of the men carrying his comrade was struck in the thigh. He let out a muffled groan and fell from the wall, crashing outside the courtyard.
By the time Nan Xun and Cui Huan rushed over, only a pool of blood remained at the base of the wall. The men in black were gone without a trace.
Cui Huan clutched Nan Xun and burst into sobs, shaking as she cried. “If Your Highness hadn’t been so quick-witted today, you would’ve been humiliated by those two beasts!”
Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly fetched a cloak and wrapped it around Nan Xun, escorting her back inside. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Nan Xun felt it was no big deal—she’d only exposed an arm and shoulder, and she’d still been wearing a dudou. By modern standards, it wasn’t revealing at all. But ancient people were more conservative; many would probably have sought death over such a thing. Cui Huan, on the other hand, had fought too desperately—she’d taken several cuts herself.
Once inside, Nan Xun took out some hemostatic medicine and personally applied it to Cui Huan, moving the little maid to tears.
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Yan Mohan did not receive news of Qin Buyao dying in shame after being humiliated. Instead, he saw his most capable shadow guards staggering back.
More precisely, Shadow Two and Shadow Three were carrying Shadow Four and Shadow Five back in disgrace. A treasured sword was still embedded in Shadow Three’s thigh, blood pouring down the blade.
He recognized it—it was that bitch’s sword.
Shadow Four and Shadow Five were already unconscious. Shadow Five’s lower body was bleeding profusely; one look was enough to tell that his manhood had been cut off.
Yan Mohan was shaken.
This scene was completely different from what he had imagined. What exactly had that bitch done?
Shadow Two reported the entire incident truthfully. Shadow Three then added Nan Xun’s audacious remark.
Yan Mohan’s gaze darkened abruptly, his eyes slowly narrowing.
“That bitch guessed it was I who sent you to humiliate her? And she even called me a coward?”
For a moment, he began to doubt whether this Qin Buyao was really the Qin Buyao he knew.
Shadow Two and Shadow Three knelt on the ground, heads bowed deeply. The missions they accepted rarely failed—but this time, they had botched it. True, the emperor had ordered them only to humiliate her, not kill her, but that woman’s moves were fierce and her swordsmanship formidable. In a straight exchange of techniques, they had gained little advantage.
Yan Mohan suddenly swept his sleeve. His profound inner strength whipped up a violent gust—smack!—slapping across the faces of Shadow Two and Shadow Three.
Both men were sent sprawling to the ground, blood spilling from their mouths, yet they dared not utter a word of protest.
“Useless trash—can’t even deal with a woman!” Yan Mohan roared.
Then a thought struck him. He scrutinized his shadow guards with a chilling gaze and conjectured, “Or was it that you saw that bitch was beautiful as a flower and deliberately let her go?”
