Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 187 Tianyi Likes You (3)

late at night.

Ningping.

Under the moonlight, several figures crept furtively toward the city gate, all dressed in fine clothes, clearly indicating their noble status.

It was Luo Jingxuan, Qian Chen, Fan Zehao, and Lou Yanbo.

His writing, including poetry and lyrics, cannot compare to the style of the Song Dynasty.

In martial arts, even in battle, he is not as good as Song Yan.

This severely damaged the self-esteem of the four self-proclaimed geniuses.

But, after pursuing their goddess for so long, she suddenly ran off with another man. When have the Four Young Masters of Dongling ever suffered such a loss? They must get their revenge.

However, although they are spoiled brats, they are slightly smarter ones. If they can't do it openly, they will resort to underhanded tactics. But before they make a move, they will carefully investigate the identity and power of the other party and will never provoke someone they can't afford to offend.

Therefore, after leaving the pleasure boat, they inquired everywhere and easily heard a lot of news. However, these news were too outrageous. They said things like he single-handedly slaughtered three thousand Japanese pirates, and that one person and one boat could flatten seven islands. Even more outrageous stories were yet to come: he beheaded seventy thousand people and built ten mounds of corpses... They wouldn't dare to brag like that even in their daily lives.

It's so outrageous that it doesn't seem fake.

So the four of them decided to go and see the so-called Jingguan (a mound of skulls).

Although it was night, the four young men were highly skilled and daring, showing no fear. The bright moon hung high, so it wasn't too dark. Before long, they saw shadows resembling mountain peaks appearing before them, and they quickened their pace.

Once they were at a certain distance and could finally see the shapes of the mountains clearly... the four young noblemen almost simultaneously felt their abdomens churning and churning violently, and then they all vomited at the same time.

What did they see?

Mountains made of piled-up yellow mud, their surfaces inlaid with heads.

Densely packed and countless.

Now that winter has arrived and the temperature is cold, the skulls are rotting more slowly, which makes them even more horrifying. The rotting faces and the eye sockets that look like black holes are covered with thick, grayish-black, rotting liquid that slowly flows down the eye sockets, nostrils, and corners of the mouth.

Rotten skin.

Hanging eyeballs.

Maggots wriggling in the nostrils.

Even from a distance, you can feel the stench that hits you.

call!
A gust of wind blew.

In an instant, it felt as if thousands of vengeful ghosts were wailing in my ears.

The rustling of leaves around them added an eerie touch to the already gloomy environment.

Moonlight spilled down, illuminating the ashen, ravaged faces, where dark, rimmed eyes seemed to be staring intently at them.

"Ah ah ah..."

Finally, the chubby Qian Chen couldn't take it anymore. He let out a scream and turned to run. Despite his ball-like body, he was surprisingly fast when he ran. Luo Jingxuan, Fan Zehao, and Lou Yanbo were only half a second slower, still screaming and yelling as they ran, their chaotic footsteps echoing in their ears as if countless vengeful ghosts were relentlessly chasing them.

How infuriating! These pampered young nobles who grew up in Dongling have never seen such a horrific scene before.

You will have nightmares, absolutely.

As for Song Yan? I would never provoke someone like that.

This guy is a butcher, a demon.

As the group returned to the city, the soldiers guarding the city gate curled their lip in disdain. Recently, countless young noblemen had wanted to see the Jingguan (a mound of skulls), and they all went there swaggering around, only to return wailing and howling. Some even fainted and had to be carried back.

You don't have the guts, go pretend to be someone else.

……

The next day.

Yesterday's good weather has finally come to an end.

The sky was overcast.

The winter rain is fine and continuous, falling in a light drizzle.

The weather wasn't suitable for going out, so Song Yan sat down on the threshold of the Luo family mansion. The matter of the Japanese pirates had been resolved, and all he needed to do was lead the troops into battle. His mother-in-law would handle the rest perfectly well.

The more than 1,000 rescued women have all been settled. Just as Song Yan had predicted, most of these women chose to stay and work at the Luo family's sugar workshop.

Some, unwilling to give up, perhaps because they hadn't seen their husbands or children for a long time, returned home, only to find themselves back at the Luo residence not long after. They said nothing, and Luo Yuheng asked nothing; he simply accepted them back as if nothing had happened.

Currently, Song Yan and Luo Yuheng are both waiting for the imperial edict. Once the edict arrives, they will leave.

There should be a few more days, the ironworks are working with all their might to forge armor and weapons. The destructive power of the heavy infantry has already been demonstrated, and even Luo Yuheng, who doesn't understand military affairs, can see their value. He is paying special attention to the blast furnaces, assigning a large number of people to patrol them day and night, and no one except the craftsmen is allowed to approach them.

Of course, the core technology of blast furnace forging was still in Song Yan's hands. Song Yan gave Luo Yuheng a copy, but Luo Yuheng tore it up. In Luo Yuheng's words, the fewer people who knew this secret, the better.

Perhaps this is how many ancient technologies disappeared.

For Song Yan, this was a rare moment of leisure. Since he had nothing else to do, he could simply sit here and watch the rain. Occasionally, a carriage would rush by on the road ahead, splashing water everywhere. Pedestrians hurried along the road, and from a distance, the streets of Ningping County looked as if they were shrouded in a layer of mist, blurry and indistinct.

Some shops lit lanterns, adding a unique light to the hazy world.

Leaning against the doorpost, Song Yan's eyes were less focused. He stretched out his right hand as if trying to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

I've been in this world for sixteen years now.

Memories of my past life have become somewhat blurry.

This is a somewhat sad reality.

Even if life wasn't great in your past life, it's still a very precious memory.

There was a slight sense of confusion in his eyes, as if he had lost some goals and didn't know where the road ahead lay.

In fact, Song Yan was not the kind of person with great ambition. He just wanted to live a good life, that was all... Footsteps came from the drizzle. Turning around, he saw a woman in a white dress holding a sky-blue umbrella. Raindrops hit the umbrella and splashed up a misty spray.

She looked a little plumper than before.

Her originally sharply defined cheeks have become rounder.

Her slender legs are now more fleshy than before.

The only thing that remained unchanged was her slender waist, which showed no signs of thickening.

His face was veiled as always; it was his wife, Luo Tianxuan.

She looks to be in good health; although her face is covered by a veil, a faint rosy glow still shines through.

Even the sound of breathing became purer than before, without that whooshing noise.

I found some more medications and managed to get a four-in-one combination. My health started to improve significantly. With the addition of some cough suppressants, I no longer had to suffer from coughing. I ate well, slept well, and naturally, my body recovered.

Upon reaching the gatehouse, I folded my umbrella and leaned against the door. Rainwater slowly flowed down the umbrella ribs, leaving a puddle on the floor.

"Master."

Luo Tianxuan bowed to Song Yan.

Song Yan married Luo Tianxuan. Logically, Luo Tianxuan shouldn't need to bow to Song Yan; it should be the other way around. However, every time they meet, Luo Tianxuan always gives Song Yan, her husband, the respect he deserves.

Dark eyes, long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Those eyes seemed to hold endless affection, making Song Yan feel a little guilty.

He didn't understand either, since he had only met Luo Tianxuan a handful of times, and he didn't know where this deep affection came from.

Although her symptoms had improved a lot, and she was coughing less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of the time a day than before, Luo Tianxuan still kept a distance from Song Yan and sat on the other side of the threshold.

Although she missed her husband, she did not want to pass on her illness to him.

My husband is a renowned physician, but there's also a saying that a physician cannot heal himself.

Being able to watch her husband from a distance like this made Luo Tianxuan very happy; this was a life she had never dared to dream of before.

"My husband is about to leave Ningping."

The voice was no longer as hoarse as before, but clear and melodious.

Song Yan smiled and his gaze fell on a carriage not far away. It bore the Fang family's logo, but was labeled Fang Hai. This old fellow was even more anxious than he had imagined. He had only said he wanted to find Luo Yuheng yesterday, and today he had already arrived.

“The imperial edict should be issued in a few days,” Song Yan said. Luo Tianxuan frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but did not speak. After a moment, Song Yan said again, “Actually, I probably won’t stay in Liaodong for very long. I should be back after spring. So it will only be a few months.”

"I'm still a little worried about letting him go there alone."

"How could I be alone? I am accompanied by three thousand heavily armored soldiers."

“That’s different. Let’s bring more people.” Luo Tianxuan sighed softly. Actually, she wanted to go herself, but she knew that her body was not suitable for long journeys. “Those five hundred veterans are the most elite of all the heavy armored soldiers. Let’s bring them along too.”

Song Yan shook his head: "They stay. I have Lei Yi, Ma Han and Wang Chao on my side. Mother also needs to leave some elders behind, otherwise it will be very troublesome to train the new recruits if there is no one to lead them."

"Fine, but you'll need more skilled fighters around you..."

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and Bu Yu are already here."

“Their strength isn’t very good; they wouldn’t stand a chance against an eighth-rank martial artist. Why don’t you let Tianyi stay by your side?” Luo Tianxuan said after thinking for a moment.

Luo Tianyi is a ninth-rank martial artist, so I can feel at ease.

“That’s not a good idea. That’s my sister-in-law. She’s going on a long trip with my brother-in-law for several months. It won’t sound good if word gets out.” Song Yan hesitated.

In this age where public opinion can be a powerful force, every action must be taken with caution.

He wasn't afraid, but he couldn't ruin his sister-in-law's reputation.

“Actually, Tianyi…” Luo Tianxuan glanced at Song Yan and muttered softly, “She probably likes you a little.”

(End of this chapter)