Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 138 The Deal with the Widow (3)

"Bu Yu, you don't want to be trapped in a dungeon for the rest of your life, do you?"

Bu Yu is the name of a widow.

After learning that the assassins were the Six Great Villains, Luo Tianshu quickly presented Song Yan with information about them.

Song Yan wanted to make a deal with Bu Yu. After all, Bu Yu was a seventh-rank martial artist, and killing him directly would be a waste. Of course, if he wanted the deal to go smoothly, it would be best to threaten and intimidate him a little first. As proven by various movies and anime, the phrase "you don't want to..." is very effective in threatening people.

Almost everyone would succumb to such a threat, especially women.

Bu Yu's face darkened completely, her dark eyes staring at Song Yan without uttering a word. Song Yan didn't seem to care and continued, "Bu Yu is twenty-seven this year."

"The 26th, it's not even the New Year yet."

Bu Yu's silence lasted less than two seconds before it crumbled; indeed, women are always exceptionally sensitive about age.

"Pretty much, pretty much." Song Yan nodded casually: "He's from Dujiang Prefecture and married a scholar from Dujiang Prefecture ten years ago."

"Six months later, my husband passed away."

"At the funeral, some of her uncles and paternal uncles, seeing her beauty, tried to forcibly take advantage of her. Bu Yu pierced one of their skulls with a candlestick, and the rest of the people were terrified and fled."

"You followed us and set the fire."

"All the wives and children of the men, except for three, perished in the fire."

"After that, you disappeared in Dujiang Prefecture. Even with wanted posters plastered all over the city, you couldn't find a trace of yourself. About three years later, you reappeared, now a martial artist of considerable skill. You also pierced the heads of the three survivors from that year with a dagger."

Bu Yu's eyes grew colder and colder. Although many years had passed, whenever she thought of the past, hatred would writhe in her consciousness like an instinct.

"After that, you became the youngest of the six villains."

"Of course, compared to other villains, your crimes are relatively minor. You did not indiscriminately kill innocent people while traveling the world. Although some people died at your hands, most of them were people who coveted your beauty and tried to harm you."

"That's why you had the chance to survive."

Compared to them, the other five of the six villains were simply born evil. Her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip hard. After a few seconds, the agitation and killing intent in her chest seemed to subside under Bu Yu's control. She took a deep breath: "What do you want me to do?"

Speaking was a little smoother than before. The numbness in her body seemed to be lessening; at least when she bit her lip, she could feel a slight pain. She absolutely never wanted to experience that feeling again. Her body was completely numb, and even her consciousness was becoming disordered. She even felt like she was floating in mid-air, like a cloud.

"It's simple, just kill a few people for me." Song Yan smiled, looking very easy to talk to. He borrowed a long sword from Luo Tianyi and cut the ropes binding Bu Yu. "You should be able to get up now, right?"

Bu Yu tried to sit up straight. Although it was a little difficult, it wasn't impossible. The effects of the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder were gradually weakening.

"Kill who?"

Song Yan was prepared; a piece of paper appeared between his fingers. Bu Yu took it, glanced at it briefly, and his expression changed.

Yang Chenglu, Yang Siming, Yang Chenglin, Yang Chengjun...

In fact, in the four kingdoms of the Central Plains, political struggles have always followed an unwritten rule: no matter how fierce the battles in the court, even if blood is spilled, assassination or similar methods will never be used. Those who can engage in such political struggles are basically high-ranking and powerful beneficiaries. Even if they lose and are beheaded, their families will still have bloodlines to continue, so even without power, they can still maintain their wealth and status.

However, if political assassination is used, the situation could get out of control in an instant. Even a large family with a history of hundreds of years could be wiped out in a flash. Therefore, everyone tries their best to avoid this situation.

This time, the Yang family has already broken the rules.

Song Yan certainly couldn't directly assassinate Yang Siqi; Yang Guoli was just one of many. Before that, Song Yan didn't mind collecting some interest from other sources. The names on the blank sheet of paper were all low-level officials of the Yang family. These people might not have much power, and the death of one or two wouldn't cripple the Yang family; it might even lull them into complacency. However… a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole!
The densely packed names made Bu Yu almost feel like she didn't recognize the character "Yang" at first glance. Her slender neck twitched slightly, and her dry throat swallowed hard. Even if she didn't recognize these people, she knew they were all from the Yang family.

The Yang family of Langya.

The most powerful clan in the entire Ning Kingdom.

"You're sending me to my death." Taking a deep breath, Bu Yu said slowly.

Song Yan laughed, and for some reason, despite being a sunny and cheerful young man, his smile seemed so hateful to Bu Yu: "Madam, you can't be that stupid, can you? Do you think you still have a choice?"

"The Yang family ordered you six villains to assassinate the Princess. Now the mission has failed, and you have been captured alive... I believe that none of you six have obtained any important intelligence, but do you think the Yang family will let you live?"

Song Yan spoke eloquently, but Bu Yu's heart skipped a beat. Only now did she finally realize her employer's identity. Her heart sank. She was familiar with the Yang family's ways—tyrannical and domineering, intolerant of any failure or betrayal. She could imagine that the moment she was captured alive, she had already been marked as dead by the Yang family. Such a behemoth was simply beyond her ability to contend with. "Now your only way out is to seek powerful protection. Unfortunately, there aren't many forces in the entire Ning Kingdom that dare to oppose the Yang family. Fortunately, the Princess's Mansion is one of them."

Bu Yu's breathing became slightly rapid. She looked at Song Yan and could clearly see a hint of mockery in his eyes. At this moment, she finally confirmed that Song Yan truly had no interest in her body whatsoever.

However, looking at Luo Tianyi again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. With such a beautiful woman by his side, he naturally couldn't stand other ordinary women.

She was still hesitating.

“Madam, you must understand that even if the Princess’s residence and the Yang family are enemies, there is no need to protect a worthless being.” Song Yan still smiled.

He wasn't in a hurry or panic; he knew his survival instinct would lead this woman to make the right choice. Of course, if this woman truly refused to cooperate, Song Yan wouldn't hesitate to ruthlessly destroy her.

He's killed women before, so killing women isn't much different from killing men.

Bu Yu took a deep breath and took the list back: "I understand. Do you want me to eliminate all the people on this list?"

Song Yan immediately shook his head: "Oh, no, no, no, I'm not the kind of boss who would exploit his employees to the death. There are over a hundred people above me. You just need to choose five to get rid of. My personal suggestion is that you can choose the ones who are closer to Songzhou Prefecture."

Bu Yu pursed her lips: "I understand. May I leave now?"

“Of course.” Song Yan waved the syringe in his hand. “However, to prevent you from forgetting our beautiful agreement as soon as you leave this door, would you mind if I added an extra layer of insurance?”

Looking at the sharp needle, Bu Yu's eyelids twitched, but she finally nodded. She knew that she would not be able to leave this dungeon if she did not agree.

"Please show your shoulders."

This is somewhat shameful behavior.

But in this place and under these circumstances, Bu Yu has no right to refuse.

After a brief hesitation, she unbuttoned a few buttons on her collar, revealing a smooth and delicate shoulder to Song Yan. Her skin was indeed beautiful, perfect for acupuncture.

As her finger fell, with a momentary sting, Bu Yu clearly felt some liquid flowing into her body through the strange rod-like object.

"What kind of poison did you use on me this time?"

Song Yan spread his hands: "Madam has misunderstood me too much. How could I use something as terrible as poison on you?" His eyes looked very sincere: "At most, you'll feel some soreness in your arm for the next few days."

Bu Yu snorted, gave her a "you'll believe me" look, straightened her clothes, and with her legs weak, walked unsteadily outside.

"So, what exactly is the effect of that potion?" Luo Tianyi asked curiously after Bu Yu's figure disappeared.

Song Yan then stretched her arm out forcefully: "Probably, she won't have to worry about being bitten by dogs for a long time to come."

By the time I got back to my room, the moon had already quietly hidden behind the clouds.

The clouds were thin, so the moonlight appeared hazy.

Inside the room, a soft candlelight shone, and Yang Siyao was holding a book in her hands.

Yang Siyao has been keeping Song Yan company for the past few days because Gu Banxia has come for her period.

Despite being a young lady of the Yang family, Yang Siyao naturally adopted the role of a maid. When reading, she possessed a quiet charm that seemed to bring peace to people's hearts simply by watching her silently.

In the past few days, Yang Siyao has also put in a lot of effort. Although she has never shown her face, she was responsible for perfecting many of the plans formulated by Song Yan.

She is a very thoughtful girl.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Siyao raised her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her pretty face. She closed her book, walked up to Song Yan, and took his coat like an old married couple.

"Is everything settled?" he asked casually as he hung his clothes on the rack beside him, before a long, slender arm reached behind him and hooked around her waist.

A burning hot body pressed against my back.

Yang Siyao knew that she probably wouldn't be able to sleep again tonight.

(End of this chapter)