Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 524 A Three-Person Wedding Night? (11,000 words)

Early autumn is approaching.

The summer heat had not yet completely dissipated in Dongling City.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the boundless earth is covered with a layer of frost.

The wedding banquet at the Prince's Mansion has ended.

Ziyu, Gaoyang, Luotianyi, Lin Xue, and many maids borrowed from the Fang family were cleaning up the messy courtyard.

The guests also all left their seats.

Under the cover of night, some people took their remaining wealth and quietly left the Eastern Mausoleum... such as Gao Hong, the former Attendant-in-Ordinary. This high-ranking official, who was still very powerful in the court not long ago, wrote to Emperor Ninghe the day before yesterday, saying that he was getting old and could no longer handle government affairs, and requested to retire and return to his hometown.

Emperor Ninghe had already granted permission to bestow a thousand acres of fertile land upon Gao Hong's hometown for his retirement. The reason he stayed until today was simply to attend the wedding banquet of Prince Yan, Song Yan, but he refused to linger even a moment longer after the banquet ended. Rumors circulated that Gao Hong had secretly sought an audience with Emperor Ninghe, offering his life's savings in exchange for forgiveness… Whether this was true or not, that remained unknown.

Some, seemingly without much guile, drank themselves into a stupor, returned home, and fell fast asleep in bed. For example, there was Ban Cheng, the Minister of War—yes, the one who sent a hundred jars of tiger penis wine. That very night, the Minister of War's residence received a deluge of invitations and visiting cards, but the purpose of each was unknown.

Some people are even more uneasy, wondering what their fate will be.

For example, Song Jincheng, the Minister of Works.

Although he held the position of Minister, Song Jincheng had been virtually invisible during this period, rarely expressing any opinions in court, to the point that people had even forgotten he existed in the Ningguo court.

Song Jincheng was well aware of the feud between Song Yan and the Song family. Song Yan's revenge made his scalp tingle. Look at what the once dignified Duke Song's mansion had become!
Duke Song Hongtao was paralyzed and bedridden. His eldest son, Song Huai, second son, Song Yi, third son, Song Jing, and fourth son, Song An, were missing.

The fifth son, Song Zhen; the sixth son, Song Zhe; the seventh son, Song Yun; and the eighth son, Song Lü, all died.

Yang Miaoqing, the legal wife, died.

A once happy family is now practically wiped out.

And this was Song Yan's previous revenge. Now that Song Yan has become the Prince of Yan, how crazy will his revenge be? Can the Song family, which is already in ruins, withstand the flames of revenge that are like a raging tsunami? As the Minister of Works, what chance does he have of surviving in front of Song Yan?
Once a source of pride, my identity and status now seem so fragile and vulnerable.

He naturally attended the wedding today, and even went to great lengths to present a generous gift. When Song Yan came over to toast him, Song Jincheng acted extremely humble. Song Yan was also very polite to him, calling him "Second Uncle" repeatedly, as if he really wouldn't be implicated by what Song Zhe and the others had done, as if he had already earned Song Yan's forgiveness for abandoning Song Zhe and driving away Song Huai.

For some reason, the more polite and kind Song Yan was, the more inexplicably flustered Song Jincheng felt.

There was always this illusion that Song Yan knew everything he had done, such as... the poison Yang Miaoqing used to kill was sent by him from Dongling.

For example... Song Zhe's idea of ​​"cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots" was instilled by him.

If Song Yan knew all this, would he still let go of his so-called second uncle?

Perhaps, only by killing Song Yan beforehand could he have a chance of survival.

The thought that suddenly popped into Song Jincheng's mind startled him. After all, Song Yan had grown to a level that Song Jincheng could only look up to, and was no longer a nobody that Song Jincheng could kill at will.

Squeak!

In the dead of night, the study door creaked open.

Song Jincheng, who was sitting in the armchair in a daze, was startled by the sudden sound. His body tensed up, his eyelids twitched, and the next second he saw a figure that had appeared at the door of the study.

The figure seemed strangely familiar.

He's chubby and has a carefree and easygoing personality.

Standing at the door of the study, he completely blocked the entrance.

Song Jincheng's eyes trembled, and he quickly stood up, his waist bending down as usual: "This humble official greets Your Highness."

That's right, it's the Prince, the Prince of Fu.

The benefactor in his life.

Back when he took the imperial examination, if it weren't for Prince Fu's help, the already declining Duke's mansion might have been able to push him into the court, but it would have been far from enough for him to become a minister.

"Hehe, Your Highness..." The fat man moved slowly, his severely overweight body making a dull sound as he walked. He seemed to be in poor health, panting heavily after only a few steps, with beads of sweat on his forehead. In the candlelight, his fat face appeared strangely flushed.

Even so, Song Jincheng dared not relax in the slightest. He bent his waist even lower, his throat moving slightly. His Highness Prince Fu always looked like this, as if he would die on the spot if he exercised even a little more... However, Song Jincheng had seen how Prince Fu would act. When that fat palm fell, an eighth-rank martial artist's skull would be shattered and his brains would splatter in an instant.

His methods were so ruthless that they were rarely seen in his life.

Even after killing someone, he was still panting heavily.

However, Prince Fu seemed a little younger today... This thought flashed through Song Jincheng's mind, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, his unique figure was there, and his bloated body couldn't be faked no matter what.

"It's best not to use that title anymore." Prince Fu waved his hand, walked behind the desk, and plopped down in the grand master's chair. The well-made and sturdy chair creaked under its weight. "My imperial brother has already stripped me of my title of Prince Fu. From now on, I am just a commoner. Speaking of which, when I see Minister, I should still pay my respects."

Despite saying that, Prince Fu showed no intention of moving an inch.

Song Jincheng's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Your Highness is too kind. To strip you of your title is because His Majesty is blind and incompetent. In my heart, you will always be Your Highness and a benefactor in my life."

Prince Fu clapped his hands and laughed: "Good, very good."

"Since I was deposed and reduced to a commoner, those people I once painstakingly supported have all become somewhat unfriendly towards me. It is rare to find someone as loyal as you, and I am very gratified."

Song Jincheng chuckled and, at the Prince of Fu's signal, sat down in the lower seat. He then said, "I will always remember the Prince of Fu's kindness to me, and I will never forget it in this lifetime... But now the court is hunting down Your Highness everywhere, so why did Your Highness come to Dongling City?"

"It's just too dangerous."

"How about Your Highness stay at my home for the night? I will find a way to send Your Highness out of the city tomorrow. What do you think?"

Prince Fu waved his hand: "Let's leave my matter aside for now. Minister Song has lived in Dongling for a long time and knows the political situation there better than I do. I'll ask you, how do I drag Emperor Ninghe off the throne?" Song Jincheng's throat bobbed slightly. This Prince Fu was asking a crucial question right off the bat. Suddenly, Song Jincheng's eyes lit up, and he had an answer in mind: "Your Highness, the first and most necessary thing to do to drag Emperor Ninghe off the throne is... to eliminate Song Yan!"

Kill with a borrowed knife.

Song Jincheng always had a feeling that he would die at Song Yan's hands sooner or later.

This feeling was like a thorn in his side; even at night, the image of the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) outside Dongling City would inexplicably float into his mind. Yesterday, the Silver-Armored Guards, pulling dozens of carts, swaggered past the Minister of Works' residence. That damned young general Zhang Han even deliberately banged the gong in front of the Minister's residence. When he heard the sound and went out, he saw that bloody scene…

In Song Jincheng's mind, this was Song Yan's death sentence.

If we don't kill Song Yan soon, he really will die.

He no longer had the ability to kill Song Yan in his current state, but someone else could, such as the man before him. Prince Fu wanted to use him to achieve some goal, and why couldn't he use Prince Fu in return?
Clearly, Prince Fu hadn't expected such an answer, and raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

“Song Yan is Emperor Ninghe’s most important and solid foundation. As long as Song Yan is alive, unless you can stop his 50,000 elite troops, no one can take the throne from Emperor Ninghe,” Song Jincheng said in a deep voice.

"Then, what if we kill Emperor Ninghe?"

“Kill Emperor Ninghe, and the throne will be Song Yan’s,” Song Jincheng said with a sneer.

Prince Fu frowned deeply. Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that Song Jincheng's words made a lot of sense.

Song Jincheng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, making a thumping sound: "And once Song Yan dies, then Emperor Ninghe will be like a rootless duckweed, and the throne will be within the prince's grasp."

Prince Fu nodded slightly: "Very good. I will take care of Song Yan's matter myself, and you, Minister Song, also need to do something for me."

Song Jincheng quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, please give your orders. I will not dare to disobey."

Prince Fu chuckled: "Minister Song, don't be in a hurry. I believe in your loyalty... But before we get down to business, would you mind taking a small test?"

As he spoke, Prince Fu chuckled and opened his fat palm, revealing a dark red pill in his hand. It seemed to have been partially dissolved by the sweat on Prince Fu's palm, leaving a dark stain on his palm.

In an instant, Song Jincheng's expression changed.

After about fifteen minutes, Prince Fu slowly left the residence of the Minister of Works.

When they reached a secluded corner, a deep, muffled voice suddenly came from behind them: "What's the situation?"

Prince Fu grinned: "Don't worry, Minister of Works Song Jincheng is absolutely loyal."

As the words fell, a bloated figure slowly moved out of the shadows, and when the moonlight shone on his face, a face strikingly similar to that of Prince Fu was revealed. His face was full of bloated, fleshy muscles, and his body was like a mountain of flesh; this person was almost indistinguishable from Prince Fu… If there was any difference, it was perhaps that the later person's face was slightly more mature, while Prince Fu appeared somewhat younger.

boom!
boom!
boom!
It was as if a giant beast was walking on the earth.

The ground beneath my feet trembled slightly.

More and more figures emerged from the shadows, each one equally bloated and obese, each bearing the face of a wealthy and powerful man. If Song Yan were here, he would probably exclaim: "A Certain Scientific Railgun..." Well, the only difference is that Academy City copied Misaka Mikoto, while here they copied an extremely bloated fat man weighing at least 300 pounds.

There are seven people in total.

The intersections of the alleyways were almost completely blocked.

Under the bright moonlight, pairs of eyes, almost completely obscured by fat, gleamed with a sinister light.

……

Prince Yan's Mansion.

Marriage room.

To be honest, the endurance of a grandmaster is far beyond that of an ordinary woman... Although it was thanks to the advantages brought by the Golden Kidney and the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror", the intense sense of satisfaction that Song Yan felt deep in her heart after being able to subdue a grandmaster was indescribable.

Perhaps, there's also the boost from advancing to the seventh rank in martial arts.

Looking at Hua Lianyue beside him, whose body was still trembling rhythmically according to her instincts, Song Yan felt a little smug. What pleased Song Yan even more was that this time, the mysterious woman did not suddenly appear to cause trouble on their wedding night.

This is probably the most fortunate thing.

Song Yan didn't want her wedding night to turn into a battleground.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Yan recovered her strength, and a thought couldn't help but cross her mind: it would be quite pleasant to have a cigarette in her hand right now.

Song Yan's recovery ability was quite good. After two or three minutes, she felt her heartbeat return to normal, and her strength, which had been almost completely drained, was also restored to a considerable extent. Looking at Hua Lian Yue, who was still motionless beside her, Song Yan let out a heavy sigh, got off the bed, and warm water had already been prepared in the room for her to wash herself and Hua Lian Yue's bodies a little... Originally, this kind of thing was done by the bedside maid.

However, Song Yan was not used to having someone watching her while she was doing things, so she declined Fang Hai's offer to send a few maids over.

I just walked up to the basin...

call!
The door seemed to be struck by a special force and suddenly opened.

A gust of cold wind swept in instantly, the red candles went out abruptly, and the bridal chamber was plunged into darkness.

Song Yan's body trembled violently, and his expression changed instantly.

A sense of foreboding washed over him, but before he could react, a figure flashed past him like a ghost. The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to see the person's face; he only had time to catch a whiff of a peculiar fragrance before the figure was already beside the wedding bed.

The little hand quickly tapped twice.

On the bed, Hua Lianyue made some soft, rustling sounds, then her breathing became slow and steady, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Song Yan's heart sank lower and lower.

Does this mean we're going to have another three-person wedding night?
(End of this chapter)