Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 516 Luo Yuheng's True Secret (10,000 words)
The night was quiet.

The candlelight flickered weakly, casting shadows on Gao Yang's face, making his beautiful features seem veiled in mystery and allure.

The flames were reflected in my pupils, flickering.

In those eyes, Song Yan saw fear.

Gao Yang was afraid.

That fragility stirred within Song Yan an impulse to embrace that full body and cherish it.

The pleading look in her eyes grew stronger, and her tearful expression left Song Yan with no way to refuse. She sighed and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

Gao Yang's complexion visibly improved, the fear on her face gradually dissipated, and even a slight smile appeared on her lips. She stood up and said, "Husband, please wait a moment, I will fetch water for you to bathe."

As she spoke, she walked out of the bedroom. Normally, fetching water to wash feet, face, and even bathe were the maids' tasks, but in Gao Yang's mind, serving her husband was perfectly natural. Song Yan smiled and followed behind. Now that all the maids in the Marquis of Champion's mansion had been dismissed, the bathing buckets and the buckets of hot water were a huge challenge for Gao Yang. Although Song Yan was a bit lazy, he wouldn't make a woman do such a thing.

With a splashing sound, hot water was poured into the bathtub, and steam rose in the bedroom.

The temperature inside the room also rose accordingly.

Gao Yang's cheeks flushed slightly, but she still walked up behind Song Yan. Her slightly trembling fingers untied Song Yan's belt, took off his long robe and hung it on the rack, and then picked up a towel from the side: "Husband, I will serve you a bath."

Song Yan chuckled and said, "Let's not call you husband anymore. We're not married yet, and it wouldn't look good if others saw us like that. Let's call you brother-in-law instead."

Gao Yang's slightly flushed cheeks turned crimson. She spat lightly and mumbled softly from her pink lips.

Is calling someone "husband" inappropriate?
Does the cousin helping her brother-in-law take a bath have any negative impact?

Isn't it even worse?

Moreover, how can one let others see such a thing?

Gao Yang seemed to only then realize that her fiancé had some little-known, rather unusual, quirks.

However… how should I put it, Gao Yang was surprised to find that he didn’t seem to hate Song Yan’s quirks as much as he had imagined. On the contrary, he felt a kind of indescribable excitement.

His gaze swept over Song Yan's broad back. Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen Song Yan naked, that unique masculine aura still stimulated Gao Yang's consciousness. His eyes became slightly glazed, and his heartbeat was much faster than usual.

A delicate hand traced along Song Yan's spine and gently pushed her. Song Yan then slipped into the bathtub, leaned against the edge, and lay down. The warm water slid over her skin, washing away the fatigue of the whole day.

Gao Yang composed himself and gently wiped Song Yan's shoulders and chest with a towel.

Gao Yang's hair was very long, and some strands fell down, inevitably touching Song Yan's cheek and tickling her.

Suddenly, Song Yan leaped out of the water with one hand, turned his body to the side, bent his arm, and hooked it directly around Gao Yang's slender and beautiful waist. Just as Gao Yang exclaimed in surprise, he exerted force with his arm.

Wow.

There was another person in the bathtub.

Her dress was almost instantly soaked with warm water and clung tightly to her body.

Her alluring curves were fully exposed to Song Yan.

The skirt became semi-transparent, its allure enhanced by the glimpses of what lay beneath.

With Gao Yang's figure, probably no one could resist her.

Song Yan leaned in and hugged Gao Yang tightly, pressing them together. His lips met Gao Yang's. It was more like a small, reserved resistance, meaningless; before they knew it, the struggle had turned into submission.

They separated only when they were almost suffocating.

Gao Yang supported herself on Song Yan's chest with her small hands, panting heavily. She raised her head again, her eyes now glazed over. She used a little force to help Song Yan lie back down on the edge of the bathtub. A charming smile flashed across her face, and her voice became more seductive: "Brother-in-law's injuries have not yet healed, so he should not be overworked. Let me serve him."

He emphasized the words "brother-in-law" slightly.

It was probably to satisfy Song Yan's perverted hobby.

She then gathered her long hair with one hand, revealing a section of her swan-like neck.

She took a deep breath and sank into the water... Although Gao Yang had never experienced matters between men and women, she was, after all, a princess, and had been instructed by her nanny before marriage, so she was quite knowledgeable.

call……

This wasn't the first time Song Yan had experienced this kind of feeling.

But each time, Song Yan was completely captivated.

The feeling of being in ecstasy or death is probably nothing more than this.

crunch.

The door to Luo Yuheng's bedroom was pushed open.

A graceful figure walked out of the room.

The bright moonlight shone down, illuminating a fair and delicate face, mature, charming, sexy and alluring. Who else could it be but Luo Yuheng?

However, Luo Yuheng at this moment was clearly different from the Luo Yuheng during the day. The languor in front of Song Yan had completely disappeared, replaced by an indescribable sharpness.

I look up at the sky and see the bright moon hanging high.

In the hazy black sky, the clouds were soft and fluffy, like fine fish scales, and the moonlight diffused through the gaps in the clouds.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects broke the silence of the Marquis of Champion's mansion.

The night breeze blew, and the long black dress fluttered in the wind.

His eyes were as cold as knives.

After all, they were going to kill someone.

Enveloped in a long black dress, she almost blended into the darkness. With a light touch of her toes, she floated forward, like a ghost walking in the night.

She is very fast.

With a single step, one can cover more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

As Luo Yuheng passed a room, he paused for a moment, faintly hearing some strange noises.

However, Luo Yuheng didn't think much of it and leaped up, already on the roof.

Although the Marquis of Champion's mansion was guarded by many silver-armored guards, it was obviously impossible for these guards to detect her movements.

Under the moonlight, his cool gaze turned back and glanced at Song Yan's bedroom.

This body does not require detoxification for the time being.

That's it for tonight.

The next instant, his body seemed to flash, disappearing from the rooftop and reappearing on the main street.

outer city.

Even though it's the busiest place in the entire Eastern Tombs area, it's quiet at night.

Only two unfortunate souls, one holding a burlap sack and the other a bucket, were cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground.

By this time, the bloodstains had long since dried, making them quite troublesome to clean. Even after scrubbing vigorously for a long time, dark brown marks would still remain on the ground.

But there was nothing they could do; it was the Marquis's order, and Zhang Han and Lei Yi had no choice but to obey.

Even though these two were both border generals, they could fight for a day and a night without getting tired, and even be full of energy, even against Jurchens and Huns. But after a short while, they felt sore backs and aches from bending over and lying down like this.

After rubbing against the ground for a while, Lei Yi couldn't take it anymore. With a thud, he threw the burlap in his hand to the ground and glared angrily at Zhang Han with his rough face: "Damn it, Zhang Han, I must have been bewitched to believe that you understand the Marquis's thoughts..." Thinking about what happened this afternoon, how he was full of excitement, riding a tall horse, dragging cartloads of severed limbs and bodies through the streets of Dongling, Lei Yi felt ashamed and indignant.

How embarrassing.

They were only concerned with flaunting the Marquis's fame.

Why didn't you think about whether this incident would leave the Marquis with a reputation for being ruthless and cruel?

Well, that backfired.

The Marquis was furious. When they finally ended their farcical parade and were about to return to their residence to rest, they were stopped by the guards at the gate. Each of them was given a piece of hemp cloth and a small bucket. According to the guards, if the Marquis found even a drop of blood on the streets of Dongling City the next day, he would take their heads.

Although, given the Marquis's temperament, he would never actually take their heads, some form of punishment would certainly be inevitable.

Zhang Han, however, remained calm and composed, showing not a trace of panic on his face.

"Alright, Lao Lei." Unable to stand Lei Yi's nagging any longer, Zhang Han helplessly raised his head: "This kind of thing was within my expectations all along."

“To parade dozens of cartloads of dismembered limbs through the streets of the capital would give the Marquis a reputation for cruelty and inhumanity. Everyone knows this, how could I not have thought of it?”

Lei Yi pursed his lips, clearly not quite believing it: "If you could think of that, then why did you do it?"

"So, we need to learn to read the Marquis's mind." Zhang Han looked at him with disappointment. This man had clearly spent some time with him, so why hadn't he learned any of his intelligence and wit?
"Don't forget, we are just subordinate generals under the Marquis."

“Our role is not just to follow the Marquis on his campaigns. When the Marquis needs someone to take the blame, we must also step forward and shoulder the responsibility.” Zhang Han said confidently, “Believe me, the Marquis will be very satisfied with what we have done today.”

"However, such a thing would inevitably damage the Marquis's reputation, which is why the Marquis issued an order to punish the two of us. In this way, the matter is that the two of us were dissatisfied with the Marquis's assassination and thus destroyed the body to vent our anger. At most, the Marquis will only have a reputation for being lax in managing his subordinates, and the label of being fierce and cruel will not fall on the Marquis."

"Believe me, although we brothers have been punished, the Marquis will remember our kindness. When we leave Dongling, the Marquis's reward will be doubled."

Lei Yi then squatted down again and picked up the burlap: "Really?"

“It’s true.” Zhang Han puffed out his chest, thumping it loudly. “Believe me, no one in this world understands you better than I do.”

Right next to the street was a gambling den.

Third Master was standing at the window, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

His eyes were filled with fear as he looked down at the two menacing figures, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Good heavens, wasn't it enough to just come and intimidate them during the day? Now they're going to have people guarding them at night too? Don't be fooled by the fact that these two seem to be cleaning up bloodstains on the street; I can sense their eyes are constantly watching this area. The Marquis of Champion's move is truly brilliant—using the guise of punishing his subordinates to conduct surveillance.

Even the reputation for ferocity fell on these two generals, while they themselves were completely absolved of any blame.

run?
What the hell are you running for?

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only two of them now. If there is even the slightest sign that they want to run away, countless silver-armored guards will immediately emerge from any nook or cranny.

"Quickly, hurry up and urge those people. Damn it, the Marquis of Champion has a lot of patience. If we don't send the money over soon, we're all going to die." In a hoarse voice, Third Master almost roared at his underlings.

The young man, who had initially harbored some doubts, now had no more suspicions upon seeing the two men on the street. Not daring to be negligent, he quickly went downstairs and left through the back door.

No one noticed that on the rooftop, a tall and voluptuous figure stood in the moonlight, letting the cold wind blow against his face. He let out a soft sigh, and then the figure disappeared once again.

When Luo Yuheng finally stopped, he looked up and saw a mansion in front of him.

Confucius Mansion.

The house of the Confucian family.

Although Kong Nianhan has disappeared, there are still members of the Kong family in Dongling City.

Kong Niansheng is Kong Nianhan's cousin.

The sins committed by Kong Nianhan must be repaid by someone.

Under the moonlight, Luo Yuheng stood up, the courtyard wall offering no protection whatsoever.

Before long, they arrived at the master bedroom of the Confucius Mansion. With a single palm strike, the door shattered into fine dust with a soft thud. On the bed, a man in his thirties was still fast asleep, completely unaffected. He only instinctively pulled the blanket up a little as a cold draft suddenly swept in.

The black figure walked past silently.

I walked to the bedside.

He reached out and clasped his fingers around Kong Niansheng's head.

next moment.

Click.

An exceptionally crisp sound.

The skull shattered almost instantly, and five fingers pierced directly into Kong Niansheng's head.

Kong Niansheng was not dead yet. His eyes widened instantly, as if he wanted to let out a scream. But Luo Yuheng would not give him the chance. With a twist of his fingers, a cracking sound was heard, and his neck, which had been lifted up, had turned around and his cervical vertebrae broke.

With another forceful pull of the fingers, the entire head was ripped off.

Fresh blood spurted out from his neck.

In an instant, the bed was stained bright red.

With a casual toss, Kong Niansheng's head landed on the ground.

Luo Yuheng came and went just like that.

Silent and stealthy, moving like a ghost.

He returned to the Marquis's residence, washed his fingers with clean water, and then went back to his bedroom.

She took off her long dress, changed into a bathrobe, and slipped her beautiful figure into bed. In the blink of an eye, she fell into a deep sleep.

It was as if nothing had happened.

……

The morning breeze swirls up fallen leaves.

The morning light shone through the thin window paper, falling into the room and onto my face.

Luo Yuheng opened her eyes.

I just got out of bed and stretched as usual. I felt a slight soreness in my legs, as if I had traveled a very long way. I couldn't help but bend down and rub my calves.

That wasn't all; Luo Yuheng was even more surprised to find that wisps of cold energy were growing in his dantian.

Why does it feel like the cold poison is spreading much faster this time than before?
But she hasn't used any internal energy from yesterday to today?

She mumbled a couple of words, but Luo Yuheng didn't take it to heart, since this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

Sometimes it's really strange; you wake up to find that your cold poison has inexplicably increased a lot.

Sometimes, I wake up feeling sore all over, as if I've just had a strenuous workout.

What's worse is that in the past year, sometimes when I wake up, I feel like I've spent the whole night indulging with a man.

Whenever she thought of these things, Luo Yuheng couldn't help but chuckle. She probably just regarded them as a spring dream... but she had never experienced anything between men and women, so the spring dream was a bit too realistic.

You might even feel a tingling, numb sensation on your body!

(End of this chapter)