Chapter 122: Damn It—Someone’s Going to Die
Yan Han stared intently at the woman before him. As he watched her pink lips open and close, his entire body began to tremble slightly. The boiling blood inside him made his eyes turn bloodshot, then surge downward all at once.
His whole body was both hot and hard.
Gulp.
Yan Han swallowed.
“Yaoyao, you’ve suffered these past days,” he said, his voice already low and hoarse.
Hearing that voice, Nan Xun was startled for a split second, but then she began to snicker to herself.
Keep pretending—go on.
A man who can’t perform—could he really be aroused?
“No, no, I’m perfectly fine. I didn’t suffer at all,” Nan Xun waved it off casually. Then she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly added, “Brother Han, I hid this from you earlier—won’t you blame me? The emperor being unable to perform is a huge matter. I didn’t even tell Cui Huan, just so she wouldn’t let it slip and get herself into trouble. The reason I’m telling you now is because we’re already husband and wife. There are no secrets between spouses.”
When Yan Han heard that last sentence, his lips parted slightly, but in the end he didn’t say a word.
“Brother Han, from today on, you are my husband, and I am your wife. You’re not allowed to have three wives and four concubines anymore—you can only have me,” Nan Xun declared domineeringly.
Yan Han fell silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “I promise you—henceforth I will only dote on you, and only ever climb into your bed.”
Nan Xun almost sprayed out a mouthful of saliva.
Damn it—was he seriously being a pervert with a straight face? If she hadn’t known in advance that the big boss was impotent, she might have panicked upon hearing those words, because the look on his face when he said them was extremely, extremely serious.
After saying this, Yan Han suddenly scooped Nan Xun up in his arms and headed straight for the bed.
Nan Xun was stunned for a moment and asked Little Eight, “At a time like this, he’s still pretending?”
Little Eight hesitated. “Could it be that he plans to knock you out with one strike, and then tell you when you wake up that you’ve already consummated the marriage?”
Hearing that, Nan Xun felt it was actually quite possible, so she prepared herself to faint at any moment.
However, things did not develop in the direction that one person and one beast had expected.
After placing Nan Xun on the bed, Yan Han began to undress her—piece by piece. His movements were gentle yet efficient, stripping Nan Xun down until she was left with only a dudou.
Nan Xun suddenly thought of something and hurriedly grabbed the quilt to cover herself, hiding the dense bite marks all over her body.
Yan Han looked at those bluish-purple bite marks—almost covering her entire body, even in some hard-to-describe places—and froze.
“Brother Han, shall we blow out the candles?” Nan Xun buried her head in the soft pillow, feeling guilty and ashamed. She had forgotten that the tyrant had left many marks on her.
Yan Han didn’t say much. He simply murmured “Alright,” then stood up and blew out the red candles.
As he turned around, Nan Xun seemed to glimpse something alarming. Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked Little Eight in a panic, “Little Eight, I think I just saw a deadly weapon hidden under his robes. I—I didn’t see wrong, did I?”
Little Eight started stuttering. “If I said I think I saw it too, would you beat me to death?”
In the darkness, the tall man walked step by step toward the bed.
Nan Xun’s eyes widened abruptly. She never imagined that Yan Han would be carrying such a vicious weapon on him.
Someone was going to die. Someone was really going to die.
Not long after, a shrill, tragic scream rang out from the inner chamber.
Cui Huan, who was standing guard outside, was startled, thinking an assassin had attacked. But then she thought—Young Master Yan was inside. How could any assassin possibly harm Her Ladyship? Besides, in the next moment, that scream seemed to be muffled by something, turning into low, muffled whimpers.
“Yaoyao, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’ll be very careful—I won’t hurt you,” Yan Han’s patient, restrained voice drifted out.
Upon hearing Young Master Yan’s voice, Cui Huan was completely reassured and continued dozing off with her head propped up.
Vaguely, Cui Huan seemed to hear her mistress crying, though the crying sounded strange—nothing like the crying after being beaten up. From time to time, it was accompanied by Young Master Yan’s suppressed groans.
In the middle of the night, Cui Huan heard her mistress sobbing softly, asking her to prepare hot water.
Cui Huan hurried off to boil water.
When Cui Huan carried the hot water in, the inner chamber was pitch-black. She quickly lit a candle. The warm, yellow glow spread out, and she glanced toward the bed. Although the bed curtains were drawn, the silhouettes of the two people were projected onto the fabric, enlarged.
When Cui Huan clearly made out their positions, her little face instantly turned red as a monkey’s backside.
Heavens—heavens!
“Your Ladyship, the bathwater is ready. This servant will—will take her leave!” Cui Huan blurted out hastily, then rushed to open the door and rolled out, not forgetting to slam it shut tightly.
After such a shock, Cui Huan was no longer sleepy at all. She sat properly by the door, though her ears were perked up high.
Sure enough, before long she heard the sound of water splashing, mixed with some indescribable noises that made one’s face burn.
With a face red as a monkey’s butt, Cui Huan sat there wide awake until around the fourth watch of the night, when she finally couldn’t hold out and dozed off a bit.
The next morning, Nan Xun lay awake staring at the worn bed canopy above her, her hands clenched so tightly they crackled.
Yan Han had already left, leaving behind a note saying he had matters to attend to and telling her to rest well.
Little Eight burst into tears. “I don’t know what went wrong either! The big boss clearly couldn’t perform—so why did it turn out like this, ahhhh!”
After crying for a while, Little Eight suddenly seemed to think of something and cried out, “That’s not right! According to my investigation, the tyrant truly never favored the harem consorts—it was always his most capable shadow guard, Shadow One, who did it!”
Nan Xun’s face was expressionless. “Then who was it last night pressing me down like a pancake? Damn it, I was almost burned crispy!”
Little Eight felt extremely aggrieved. This time it really had found Nan Xun someone who couldn’t rise to the occasion. Who would’ve thought… sob sob sob—it genuinely had no idea where things went wrong.
“I only dared to keep teasing him because I was relying on the fact that he couldn’t perform. Thinking back now, I was courting death the whole time,” Nan Xun sighed.
Seeing that Little Eight had gone silent, Nan Xun even comforted it. “Alright, what’s done is done. Blaming you now is useless. Since you insist you didn’t know, I’ll believe that you didn’t know. Just don’t do this again next time, got it?”
Little Eight: …
Does that really count as believing me? Does it?
Wait—why does that sound so familiar? Haven’t I heard that somewhere before?
“Darling, this was truly an accident. But you didn’t lose your virtue for nothing—after last night, the big boss’s Malice Value dropped another 15 points in one go, down to 30. Heehee! At this rate, this world might end up being the fastest one you ever clear!”
