Chapter 114: Sweet Words — Men Like to Hear Them Too
Nan Xun suddenly took Yan Han’s hand and lowered her head shyly. “Brother Han, let’s not talk about that tyrant anymore—it’ll just ruin the mood. You… you’re really not staying tonight? I’ve already thought it through. Since I’m destined to become your woman sooner or later, I don’t mind cooking the rice before it’s fully ripe.”
Yan Han abruptly pulled his hand away. His gaze flickered twice as he said in a low voice, “Yaoyao, I cherish you very much, so I don’t want to treat you like that.”
Nan Xun burst out laughing in her heart. “Hahahaha… Little Eight, Little Eight, what do I do? I really want to laugh. He’s clearly impotent, yet he insists on making himself sound so noble. Oh my god, this is killing me.”
Only after she’d laughed her fill did Little Eight hum and add, “You can thank this divine beast for finding you an impotent big boss.”
Nan Xun hurriedly replied, “Thank you, Little Eight. This time you were finally reliable.”
Little Eight shyly preened a bit. “Aiya, no need to thank me. If I wasn’t reliable this time, you’d start doubting my beastly integrity again. Just focus on finding a way to reduce the tyrant big boss’s malice value—next world, you can ask for whatever conditions you want.”
Hearing this, Nan Xun’s fighting spirit instantly doubled.
The brief mental exchange ended, and Nan Xun returned to dealing with the big boss.
On the surface, she looked a little disappointed, but she soon smiled again. “Brother Han, you really are a good man. My heart truly delights in you.”
Yan Han sneered inwardly.
Delights in me? You fickle women who sway with the wind—your talk of love is far too cheap.
“Brother Han, I want to see your real face,” Nan Xun suddenly said, reaching up to touch the silver mask on his face. The cold touch made her pout in dissatisfaction. “I really want to caress your face, not this cold mask.”
Yan Han covered her small hand with his large one and held it tightly. “Yaoyao, do you really want to see what I look like? What if I tell you I’m actually very ugly—would you be disappointed?”
Nan Xun smiled and shook her head. “Brother Han, to be honest with you, when you refuse to remove the mask, I’ve imagined countless versions of you. I wondered whether you had a long, ugly scar on your face, or whether you were horribly disfigured by fire. But later I realized that no matter how ugly you might be, I don’t care. What I like is you as a person, not your face.”
“Oh my gosh, my dear, you’re getting smoother and smoother with sweet talk. Looks like that Sweet Talk Handbook I gave you wasn’t wasted,” Little Eight suddenly chimed in.
Nan Xun let out a dry laugh. “It’s not just women who like sweet words—men do too. But for a man who already hates me to the bone, even the sweetest words in the world won’t move him.”
Little Eight sighed. “The malice value really hasn’t dropped at all. You know it’s useless—why are you still saying so much?”
Nan Xun replied, “Laying the groundwork. It’s useless now, but say it enough times and maybe one day it’ll work.”
Yan Han seemed to like her words quite a bit. He stayed silent for a long time, but he held her hand, his thumb gently rubbing against her skin, as if lost in thought.
“Yaoyao, now is not the time,” Yan Han finally said.
Nan Xun gave a disappointed “oh.” “Brother Han, I hope you know that whether you’re handsome or ugly, I truly don’t care.”
Yan Han reached out and rubbed her head. “But I care. I’m afraid my appearance might scare you.”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes inwardly. Indeed—if you let me see that you’re actually Yan Mohan, I’d definitely be ‘scared’ to death.
After making up all sorts of excuses to avoid staying the night, Yan Han left Chimu Palace, changed his clothes, reverted to his identity as the emperor of Great Yan, and that very night went to Consort Li’s chambers.
Consort Li was both surprised and delighted. The emperor hadn’t visited the harem much lately, and she hadn’t expected him to come to her place so late, just before bedtime.
Now that she had tasted the sweetness of love, even the way she looked at the emperor was filled with seductive charm.
Unfortunately, Yan Mohan had something on his mind, so all her coquettish glances were wasted on a blind man.
“Your Majesty, what made you think of coming to my place? You’ve been busy with state affairs lately and haven’t come for quite some time,” Consort Li said with a hint of reproach.
Yan Mohan shot her a sideways glance and suddenly felt that this kind of life was very dull. In his previous life, Consort Li had died early—killed by Qin Buyao. When he had just been reborn, he’d felt some regret. But now, he suddenly felt that a scheming woman like her was better off dying sooner rather than later.
Yan Mohan leisurely took a sip of tea. The tea here was all top-grade tribute tea, yet it didn’t taste as good to him as the flower tea in Chimu Palace. After just one light sip, he set it aside.
“Beloved consort, I have a question for you,” Yan Mohan said, his eyes half-lidded, five fingers lightly tapping on the tabletop again and again.
“Your Majesty, please ask whatever you wish. I will answer everything I know without holding anything back.”
“What methods are there to make a woman love a man wholeheartedly?”
Consort Li froze for a moment, then smiled. “Your Majesty, isn’t that simple? As long as the man possesses the woman—if she gives her body to him—she will naturally take him as her heaven from then on.”
Yan Mohan’s half-lidded eyes opened slightly as he said indifferently, “What if the man is unwilling to possess her? Are there other methods? Any vicious or ruthless means—whatever you can think of, you may tell me.”
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curved slightly, revealing utter coldness.
Having competed for favor for some time now, Consort Li thought she understood Yan Mohan well. He was a cruel tyrant, so no matter how vicious her ideas were, he wouldn’t think her heartless—instead, he’d admire her.
So Consort Li covered her mouth and giggled. “Your Majesty, I do indeed have a method that would make that woman devoted to the man. It’s often said that chastity is the most important thing for a woman, and that’s no exaggeration. If other men were to defile her, and this man then showed that he didn’t mind her loss of purity and was still willing to marry her, then she would surely be utterly devoted to him, without the slightest wavering.”
Hearing this, Yan Mohan lightly tapped the table twice more with his knuckles, looking thoughtful.
“Your Majesty, I’ve already offered you my method—do take a good look at me as well,” Consort Li said shyly.
Yan Mohan glanced at her and suddenly laughed. “Beloved consort truly is my confidante. How about tonight—I’ll properly pamper you?”
At these words, Consort Li stamped her foot in embarrassment. “Your Majesty~~”
Yan Mohan lowered his gaze slightly, and at that instant, the deep disgust in his eyes spilled out.
He didn’t want to stay in a place like this for even a moment longer.
With a sweep of his arm, the room darkened, and Consort Li was soon lifted onto the bed by a man.
Before long, the inner chamber was filled with the woman’s sweet, cloying moans.
