Chapter 140: Living in Seclusion — My Name Is Nan Xun
Cui Huan, standing to the side, hurriedly added, “Your Majesty—ah no—Madam, don’t forget me. From now on, there will be no Cui Huan in this world either. There will only be a maid who loyally serves the master and madam.”
Nan Xun laughed and pinched her cheek. “If you already know that, why haven’t you changed the way you address me yet? From now on, I’m the madam, and the one in the carriage is the master.”
“All right, all right, this servant knows her mistake and begs Madam to calm her anger,” Cui Huan said with a grin, bowing in apology.
Watching the mistress and servant banter, a trace of a smile also appeared in Yan Moyu’s eyes. Even Cui Huan had changed—she had become much livelier. In his memory, Cui Huan had once been very restrained.
Yan Moyu handed Nan Xun a bulging pouch of silver. “Buyao, this is just a small token of my feelings. I hope you’ll accept it.” Afraid she might refuse, he quickly added, “Don’t worry, it’s all loose silver—not much. You’ll need it on the road.”
Nan Xun raised her brows slightly, reached out, and took it without hesitation. She even weighed it in her hand before smiling at him. “Thank you. Then I’ll accept it.”
Yan Moyu had thought he would need to persuade her at length, but she accepted it so readily that he froze for a moment before breaking into a smile.
Nan Xun waved to him, turned, and boarded the carriage, while Cui Huan sat outside to drive.
With a flick of the whip and a shout, the horse started trotting off. Yan Moyu watched the carriage disappear into the distance, only leaving after a long while.
“Cui Huan, faster,” Nan Xun said, lifting the curtain and glancing back several times.
Cui Huan looked puzzled. “Madam, we’ve already passed the gates of the imperial capital. We’re safe now.”
Nan Xun replied, “You don’t understand. People’s hearts are unpredictable. Prince Xian truly is a good person, but there’s no guarantee he won’t regret it halfway. And even if he is a gentleman, the strategists in his residence aren’t all kindhearted. If this matter were to leak out, those people would definitely send someone to silence us.”
Hearing this, Cui Huan’s body tensed immediately, and she lashed the whip, urging the horse to go faster.
The carriage jolted along through the night.
Inside, Nan Xun glanced at the unconscious Yan Mohan and thought his face really was handsome—no matter how much she looked, she never got tired of it. It was just that this guy could be a bit too dumb at times. The scene of Yan Mohan pretending to be poisoned was funnier the more she thought about it.
With a snort, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Just as she was laughing happily, she suddenly froze and met a pair of pitch-black, unfathomable eyes.
Yan Mohan had woken up at some point. When he saw Nan Xun, there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, clearly unaware of where he was.
When his mind finally cleared a little, he remembered being knocked out by the sedative she had thrown at him.
Yan Mohan sat up abruptly, but because he used too much force, he almost toppled over. Nan Xun hurriedly supported him, muttering, “I only used a sedative on you. Why do I feel like you’ve become a bit stupid?”
Yan Mohan stared at her blankly for a long time, then shifted his gaze to the carriage, lifting the curtain to look outside.
Nan Xun smugly raised her eyebrows. “Your Majesty, stop looking. We’re already a hundred li away from the imperial capital.”
Yan Mohan suddenly turned to look at her, shock mixed with lingering confusion.
Nan Xun rolled her eyes and snorted. “I misspoke. You’re no longer any kind of emperor now. You’re just a poor wretch who has to rely on me. Yan Mohan, let me tell you— you destroyed the thing most important to me, and I destroyed the thing most important to you. We’re even now.”
After saying this, Nan Xun ignored him, leaving him alone to stare blankly. She herself took out the bundle hidden in the compartment, opened it, and when she saw the gleaming gold ingots and various jeweled ornaments inside, her eyes curved with delight as she laughed.
Just as Nan Xun was feeling pleased, the person behind her suddenly reached out with his “evil claws” and pulled her into his arms, raining down scorching kisses all over her face.
Nan Xun slapped his face away. “Don’t bother me—I’m counting silver here.”
Yan Mohan snatched the bundle from her hands and tossed it to the ground, turned her around, pulled her onto his lap, and without another word kissed her again.
When Nan Xun was almost suffocated from the kiss, the beast finally let her go, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was hoarse, with a touch of seductive huskiness. “Yaoyao… is this what you promised Prince Xian? Why didn’t you tell me first?”
Nan Xun snorted. “Didn’t you say you’d die if you lost the throne? If I’d told you, would you have been willing to throw it away?”
Yan Mohan said, “When did I ever say something like that?”
Nan Xun replied, “Fine, deny it if you want.”
Yan Mohan said seriously, “ I really never said that. In my heart, you are the most important. If you had told me your plan earlier, I definitely would have agreed.”
Nan Xun shot him a sidelong glance. “Yan Mohan, you’re not an emperor anymore. Shouldn’t you change the way you address yourself? Let me tell you—you’re dirt poor now. Even the shabby robe you’re wearing belongs to me. But since I’m kindhearted, you can just follow your wife from now on.”
Yan Mohan glanced at the bundle spread out on the ground and suddenly let out a low laugh. “Yaoyao, that purple jade bracelet seems to have been a reward I bestowed on you, and that hairpin, those pearl ornaments as well… and…”
Nan Xun hurriedly scooped up the treasures on the ground and hugged them to her chest, lifting her chin as she looked at him. “Once you rewarded them to me, they became mine. You don’t have a single copper coin now, and I’m a little rich lady. Shouldn’t you hurry up and curry favor with me?”
Yan Mohan looked at her with smiling eyes and suddenly felt that as long as the person before him was still there, as long as she stood before him so vividly alive, even if the whole world collapsed, it wouldn’t matter.
He pulled her back into his arms and buried his head in the crook of her neck. After a long while, he suddenly muttered, “Yaoyao, I’m sorry…”
Nan Xun understood what he meant and shrugged nonchalantly. “No need to say sorry. I’ve already taken my revenge. Besides, you’re the one who’ll end up without heirs—if you don’t mind, why should I?”
“Yaoyao, you’re so good. To have a wife like you—what more could a husband ask for?”
“You beast, where are you putting your hands?!”
“Yaoyao, I want to…”
“Get lost!”
As the two laughed and joked inside the carriage, Little Eight suddenly let out a ghostly howl, “Oh my god—holy crap! The malice value dropped by 20 points! Ahhh, it dropped by 20 points all at once—only 3 points left! Looks like we’ll be leaving this world very soon. This time it’s so fast! Nyehahaha…”
After reporting the progress, Little Eight started humming a tune. “Come on, let’s be happy…”
Nan Xun: …
In the end, the three of them chose a rather remote town to settle down. Nan Xun didn’t dare be too ostentatious, so she bought a fairly plain residence and renamed it “Yan Residence.”
When Yan Mohan heard the name of the house, he smiled. In this lifetime, he was no longer Yan Mohan, but Yan Han—Yan Han who belonged to only one person.
When Yan Han asked Nan Xun what name she would go by, Nan Xun smiled and said, “From now on, my formal name is Nan Xun. As for my nickname—it can still be whatever you call me.”
