Chapter 121: Yaoyao, I Want to Marry You
Nan Xun and Yan Han flirted back and forth for a while. Yan Han pretended not to know about the mess between her and the tyrant, and she didn’t bring it up either. They both played dumb.
After Yan Han left, Cui Huan—who had been eavesdropping the whole time—was so happy she burst into tears. “Your Highness, Young Master Yan truly loves you. This servant thinks that even if he knew His Majesty had favored you, he wouldn’t mind at all.”
Nan Xun smiled sweetly. “Of course. I’m always good at judging people. He’s a good man worth entrusting one’s life to.”
Yan Han, who hadn’t completely left yet, heard those words. His steps faltered abruptly, then he quickened his pace.
To him, Chi Mu Palace was like a shackle—and also like a prison. Yet inside it lived a temptress named Qin Buyao. So even though he knew he’d lose a layer of skin every time he went in, he still couldn’t help wanting to enter.
He thought that he must have been poisoned—poisoned long ago, and deeply at that—only he hadn’t realized it.
For several days in a row, Nan Xun and Yan Han stayed in mutual-flirting mode. The difference was that after Yan Han flirted, he would stare at her with burning eyes, while after Nan Xun flirted, she’d pat herself and leave.
That is, until Cui Huan accidentally let slip something about the emperor. Only then did Yan Han finally have to tear through that thin layer of pretense.
The two stood beneath a tree. Yan Han stepped forward once, and Nan Xun abruptly retreated a step.
“Don’t come over!” Nan Xun snapped at him in a low voice, looking on the verge of collapse. “What kind of expression is that? Do you despise me now? Do you think I’m dirty, so you don’t want me anymore?”
Hearing this, Yan Han’s expression turned pained. He strode forward in one big step and, ignoring her struggle, pulled Nan Xun tightly into his arms, kissing the top of her head over and over. “Yaoyao, listen to me. I don’t despise you—I really don’t. I’ll marry you, alright? I’ll marry you right away. We won’t bother with matchmakers or betrothal gifts, nor will we care about parental consent. We’ll get married today!”
Nan Xun froze when she heard this, her whole body going still.
“Darling, the Malice Value just dropped another 5 points—it’s 45 now,” Little Eight suddenly chimed in.
“Yan Han, are you serious?” Nan Xun leaned obediently against his chest and asked in disbelief. “Even after knowing that I lost my chastity and was violated several times by that tyrant, you’re still willing to marry me?”
Yan Han nodded, his tone resolute. “Qin Buyao, I want to marry you.”
Nan Xun suddenly laughed—laughed so happily that all her earlier unease vanished in an instant. She reached out and poked his hard chest. “Alright. We’ll get married right now. After you marry me, I’ll tell you a secret.”
After receiving the news, Cui Huan cried and laughed as she went to prepare everything. Most of Nan Xun’s palace outfits were rather plain, so Cui Huan searched for a long time before finally picking out a dark purple robe. She also dug out some red candles.
That very night, Nan Xun and Yan Han bowed to Heaven and Earth, with little Cui Huan acting as the sole witness to their wedding.
The ceremonial wine was a floral brew made by Cui Huan herself, and peanuts and lotus seeds were scattered on the bed.
Cui Huan stood guard at the door in case the tyrant suddenly arrived.
Inside the room, after the newlyweds finished drinking the ceremonial wine, they gazed at each other affectionately.
Little Eight suddenly said, “Darling, why did you agree to marry the big boss? Did you forget that the big boss… can’t do that? What if the truth comes out during the wedding night? Aren’t you just stabbing him right in the heart?”
Nan Xun replied leisurely, “Sweetie, you don’t get it. After stabbing the big boss in the heart, I’ll then express my determination to stay with him no matter what—saying that even if his body has flaws, I won’t despise him. Wouldn’t he be so touched he’d be bawling his eyes out?”
Little Eight: “…That actually kind of makes sense.”
Nan Xun reached out and touched Yan Han’s mask, complaining a little, “Brother Han, we’re already married. Are you still unwilling to take off your mask? Even if there’s an incredibly ugly face underneath, I’ll accept it.”
Yan Han grabbed the hand she was using to lift his mask and said in a low voice, “Take it off later, during the wedding night.”
Nan Xun immediately said to Little Eight, “The big boss is really good at pretending—still this calm at a time like this. Wait—damn it! This bastard isn’t planning to find someone else to substitute for him again, is he?”
Little Eight hesitated. “Probably not… His Malice Value has already dropped. He must have feelings for you.”
Nan Xun said, “Can you really guess a pervert’s thoughts? What if he thinks his pride is more important than anything else?”
Little Eight: …
It was starting to feel convinced.
“No matter what, I should first let him know I’m a pure little white flower. That way, maybe he’ll soften.”
Nan Xun grabbed Yan Han by the collar and pulled him close, blinking at him slyly. “Brother Han, didn’t I say earlier that if you married me right away, I’d tell you a secret? Come closer—I’ll whisper it to you.”
Yan Han looked at her in confusion. Because she had just tugged him over, the two of them were already very close. With just a slight tilt of his head, his earlobe brushed against her pink lips.
Nan Xun didn’t feel shy at all. She leaned forward and kissed his earlobe, smiling as she said, “Brother Han, actually, I’m still… a virgin.”
Yan Han turned his head sharply to look at her, staring at her in shock.
How could that be? Impossible! Shadow One would never disobey his orders! How could he not have touched Qin Buyao?!
While his mind was in turmoil, he heard the woman before him speak in a schadenfreude-filled tone. “Brother Han, I suspect that the tyrant might be… i-impotent.”
Yan Han’s eyes flew wide open. “Yaoyao, you… how do you kn—”
Nan Xun immediately cut him off. “How do I know? Because that tyrant quit halfway through and ran off, then sent a shadow guard to bully me instead. Any man, upon seeing a beauty like me—one who could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers—wouldn’t retreat at the critical moment. If that’s not impotence, then what is?”
Yan Han’s reaction lagged by several beats. “Then—then did the shadow guard His Maj— the tyrant sent… did he hurt you?”
Hearing this, Nan Xun seemed to recall something and burst out laughing. “I carry hallucinogenic powder with me. I tossed a handful in his face, and then he started hugging my pillow and rolling around under the covers. Hahaha…”
“Hallucinogenic powder?” Yan Han swallowed, asking with some difficulty.
“When I entered the palace, I brought quite a few ancestral secret medicines—chronic poisons, sleeping drugs, instant lethal poisons, all sorts. This hallucinogenic powder is one that traps people in illusions. I don’t have much left. If the tyrant had come a few more times, I might’ve been exposed. Luckily, he didn’t come again.”
As she spoke, she burst into laughter again. “Neither the tyrant nor that shadow guard knows—two idiots.”
Yan Han, whose other identity happened to be that “idiot tyrant”: …
But at this moment, none of that mattered anymore. His mind was flooded with overwhelming joy, and the blood in his body boiled with excitement.
Yaoyao was fine. Yaoyao was fine. She was still pure.
