Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 139 I'm Not Cao Cao (Bonus Chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
Yang Siyao has mastered the art of seduction, but she is not really interested in those things. She neither hates nor likes them. In her mind, if she is lucky enough to get married in the future, she will satisfy her husband's needs. If she doesn't get married, it's not a big deal to live alone for the rest of her life.

Then she would complain a little and say that she would never come again next time.

But when the man embraced her slender waist, Yang Siyao would helplessly discover that she had no ability to resist him.

When that moment arrives, consciousness is plunged into an indescribable blank.

She had to admit that the feeling had a fatal attraction for her.

"I'm never coming again. Go find Sister Banxia from now on," Yang Siyao said breathlessly.

Her slender body resembled a cat, curled up against Song Yan's chest. Thinking of the scene of being bullied by Song Yan just now, she felt a little annoyed and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Song Yan's arm hard.

Song Yan's strength was improving every day; while he wasn't invulnerable, a woman's pinch wouldn't hurt him. However, Song Yan knew very well that if he acted indifferent, it would only make the woman more relentless. After the pleasure subsided, his patience was exceptionally good. At this point, he didn't mind showing even more tolerance, cooperating by making a pained expression to satisfy the woman's small vanity.

Seeing that Song Yan had given in, Yang Siyao withdrew her finger with a smug look, as if to say, "Let's see if you dare to do it again."

"By the way, did you go see that widow today?" Yang Siyao asked abruptly.

"Yes."

"What did you do to her?" Yang Siyao asked curiously.

Song Yan frowned. Why did this question sound so strange? It was as if he was convinced that he had done something very bad to Bu Yu.

"I let her go."

"How is that possible? You actually let go of the women you've been with?" Yang Siyao was genuinely surprised: "I thought you were going to take that widow as well."

Song Yan's forehead was covered in black lines: "I'm not Cao Cao, I'm not that interested in other men's wives."

"Who is Cao Cao?"

“A person who is dead, but whose spirit may have lived on for thousands of years.” After thinking for a moment, Song Yan gave this answer. He paused, then deliberately changed the subject, not wanting to get too entangled with Yang Siyao about whether a young girl or a married woman was better: “You said before that your contact was a peddler?”

"Correct."

Is he still in Ningping?

"Yes, you want to kill him? His name is..." Yang Siyao was about to reveal the peddler's name, betraying her contact without the slightest hesitation.

“No need for that. Go find that peddler tomorrow and have him deliver a message.” Song Yan smiled and said, “Just say that the Princess already knows that the Yang family is behind the Six Evils and is extremely angry about the Yang family’s repeated violations of the rules, so she is preparing to take revenge.”

"But there's no need to mention the specific targets. Just warn the Yang family headquarters to be extra careful."

Zhang Yan will help complete the rest.

Yang Siyao nodded obediently. To her, this was just a trivial matter. She could roughly guess what mischief Song Yan was up to. Thinking this, she nuzzled her head against Song Yan's chest like a cat, found a comfortable spot, and fell into a deep sleep.

Day two.

Yang Siyao then sent out the intelligence as Song Yan requested.

The soup kitchen in front of the Luo residence had been dismantled, and everyone was directed to the vicinity of the two city gates. Perhaps because of the fact that disaster relief efforts continued despite Luo Yuheng's assassination attempt yesterday, the disaster victims were quite cooperative with this arrangement.

Just as predicted yesterday, the number of disaster victims is increasing.

The hundred-odd guards from the Luo family manor alone were insufficient to maintain order. As a last resort, they had to transfer the five hundred veterans—no, the farmers—who had fought the Japanese pirates at the manor. By the third day, the number of refugees had increased again. At this moment, the number of refugees gathered in Ningping had exceeded twenty thousand. The area around the two city gates was a dense, dark mass, filled with ragged figures. The cacophony of sounds made it difficult to understand what people were saying; only the coughs of the elderly, the cries of children, and the occasional scream could be heard.

Fortunately, Lei Yi, who had disappeared for a long time, finally returned, bringing with him over four hundred of his former comrades. These were border soldiers who had fought on the frontier, now known as deserters in Qian Yaozu's words. Most of them were hiding deep in the mountains and forests. Song Yan was overjoyed by their appearance; finally, there were enough people to maintain order. The aura they had developed from years of fighting the enemy was a tremendous deterrent to ordinary people. Just standing there with their swords at their sides, even without doing anything, few dared to cause trouble.

……

A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, who looked tall and nearly 1.8 meters tall, was no exaggeration to call himself a big guy in this day and age. He had a yellowed foxtail grass in his mouth and his dirty hands would occasionally scratch his stomach and back.

It must have lice.

Somewhat itchy.

He finished the thin porridge in the bowl in a few bites, and as for the cornbread in his hand, he swallowed half of it in one gulp and it disappeared completely in two bites.

The wild vegetables slid down his throat, and the slight sting made the man frown.

Seeing the large group of disaster victims around him, drinking and eating heartily, he couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous: Bah, a bunch of peasants who have never eaten anything good.

Then my hand landed on my belly, and I could clearly feel my intestines moving in my palm.

Even if it doesn't taste good, it's still acceptable as long as it fills you up.

Suddenly, he felt resentful:

"Damn it, the princess and her ilk are living the high life in the city, while I'm stuck eating chaff and wild vegetables outside. Why is that?"

The middle-aged man began to curse and swear. His voice wasn't loud, but the people nearby heard him immediately. One of the young men's expressions changed, and he quickly whispered, "Shh, brother, keep your voice down and don't talk nonsense."

“I saw it with my own eyes yesterday. The eldest princess was so exhausted from the disaster relief work that she fainted. You know, there are probably already 20,000 to 30,000 disaster victims here... At this time, it's good enough to have something to eat so that we don't starve to death. Back in my hometown, even the tree roots, bark, and leaves have been stripped bare.”

It's clear that the young man doesn't want his life to be ruined. Having experienced the feeling of almost starving to death, he's quite content with a bowl of hot soup and a cornbread now.

Seeing that someone was responding, the middle-aged man seemed to get excited. He twisted his body on the ground, and his eyes lit up: "Young man..."

"You're still too young; you don't understand the intricacies of this situation at all."

Seeing that more and more people around him were paying attention to him, the middle-aged man felt inexplicably excited by the attention he received: "The princess fainted? You actually believe that? It's obviously just for your benefit. How much effort does it take to serve a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun? How could she faint from exhaustion?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "That princess just wants you to be grateful to her. I've seen this kind of thing many times. Only a naive young person like you would believe it."

"Let me tell you, the imperial court's disaster relief grain has been delivered for a long time. There's so much grain that we can't even count it all. Ningping County is almost overflowing."

"Otherwise, why won't they let us into the county town? It's because they're afraid we'll discover the truth."

"That princess clearly wants to embezzle the court's disaster relief grain. The ways of officialdom are murky."

"That's our food!"

The man spoke fluently and eloquently, clearly possessing excellent oratory skills and a captivating presence, drawing a growing audience.

However, the man did not notice that not far away, a pair of eyes were staring at him coldly, a charcoal pencil in his hand, quickly jotting something down on a piece of white paper.

(End of this chapter)