Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 560 In the bridal chamber, Number Two Luo Yuheng wakes up (12,000 words)

Jade dust seals the door, icy steps slant like jade, pure dust blown away. Breathing out to paint eyebrows, delicately depicting the entwined passion of two hearts. Just as lips melt, frozen buds quietly revive, spring thunder secretly carries the scent of cloves on the tongue. Letting crane feathers cling to her temples, her cheeks nestled against cloud-like clouds, this place is utterly pure.

The Jade Balance sways its eyelashes, like ten thousand pear blossoms, a deep kiss suddenly fading. Where the heavenly wind sweeps, they scatter like starlight and frost, flickering and fading. Like spirits, they linger a thousand times around the finger, the Milky Way pouring down to form a knot of infatuation. Waiting for tomorrow, to summon the icy toad, to reflect its image across the vast expanse of sands.

The snow is thick.

A deep kiss.

Deep affection.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

They finally separated when the oxygen in their chest cavities was almost exhausted.

Luo Yuheng's complexion seemed to have recovered considerably; she was probably not very afraid of death.

Perhaps, from the moment Emperor Ninghe ascended the throne, he already understood that his brother's and his own lives could be lost at any moment. Having experienced the fear of near-death so many times, it no longer seemed so terrifying. Therefore, what Yu Luoyuheng felt more was not sadness, but the loneliness of being alone in the world after her brother's departure.

Although she has Tianxuan, Tianyi, and Tianyang, they are not her biological children, and she sometimes can't help but feel afraid.

The little hand gently pushed away Song Yan's hand and broke free from his embrace.

"This is the courtyard, we mustn't let anyone see us," Luo Yuheng whispered.

Song Yan felt a little helpless. "You were the one who initiated the kiss, so why are you only now worrying about whether someone will see us?"
Don't you think it's too late?
Of course, Song Yan wouldn't be foolish enough to argue with a woman about something like that.

"The Yang family is still waiting for you over there; it wouldn't be good to delay too long." Luo Yuheng slowly exhaled, then couldn't help but reach out to straighten Song Yan's clothes at the chest. Watching the wrinkles caused by her pressing against Song Yan's chest being smoothed out again, Luo Yuheng smiled.

"By the way, you should remember what Yingying just said. Although Yang Yunshu is a widow, she is a vicious person."

"I don't mind if you find a widow to fill your household, but Yang Yunshu is not an option, understand?"

Song Yan said somewhat helplessly, "Yuheng, I really don't have any particular preference for widows. I don't dislike them, but I don't particularly like them either."

"Alright, alright, I believe you now, right?" Luo Yuheng smiled, flicked a snowflake off Song Yan's shoulder with a finger.

"However... Yan'er, such a preference is not a good thing. It will only cause gossip. Try to change it. Find fewer widows and more women who are around your age or a little younger than you."

A black line appeared on Song Yan's forehead. Didn't he still not believe it?
Ke Luoyuheng, however, felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said. A younger age was what a proper man preferred.

A thirty-seven-year-old man marrying a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is hardly considered inappropriate; in fact, it might even be praised as dashing and charming. Even a sixty or seventy-year-old man marrying a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl might at most be teased for still being vigorous. But if a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man marries a thirty-seven-year-old woman, he will be ridiculed.

That's how it is these days.

She and Hua Lianyue were both thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Although they aged much slower than ordinary women because of their cultivation of the Su Nu Jing, it still damaged Yan'er's reputation. As for widows... Ningguo did not prohibit widows from remarrying, but it was still not a good thing to hear.

To be honest, no one believed him, and Song Yan was somewhat depressed.

Regarding the age issue, he's only seventeen. If he were to find someone younger than himself, how young would she have to be? Fifteen or sixteen, thirteen or fourteen?
I always have this feeling of committing a crime.

Although he has been in this world for many years, and many of Song Yan's habits have changed, he just can't accept Tong's behavior.

Regarding the issue of widows, Luo Yuheng, Gao Yang, Bu Yu, Cui Yingying... there seem to be quite a few, but it can only be said that some of the women he took a liking to were widows, not that he preferred widows.

This is a matter of principle.

Feeling depressed, Song Yan went to the guest room on the other side.

Inside the reception hall were one man and two women. Besides the Yang siblings, there was also Yang Siyao. After all, Yang Siyao was a daughter of the Yang family, and it was normal for her to greet someone from the direct line of the Yang family who came to visit the Prince's Mansion.

When Song Yan saw Yang Yunshu, his eyes narrowed slightly. The woman was extremely beautiful, not much less so than Tianxuan or Gaoyang. She had a graceful figure, and most importantly, she had a bewitching and alluring aura. Just one glance made Song Yan feel an urge to possess her and to please her.

Charm?

Song Yan had seen this kind of temperament many times before.

Yang Siyao, Hua Lianyue, Chu Menglan, Mingyue, and even Lin Xue all possess this aura. However, Lin Xue's personality is a bit too violent; she even dared to beat up the Crown Prince, which subconsciously makes people forget that she actually comes from the Hehuan Sect.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, already understanding that Yang Yunshu must have also studied at the Hehuan Sect. No wonder she was able to bewitch the Marquis and his four brothers.

No matter how beautiful Yang Yunshu was, Song Yan had absolutely no interest in her. He didn't want to become the next Wu Dalang... even if the woman was a widow, it wouldn't work.

Pshaw, it has absolutely nothing to do with widows or widows.

But what should be done with these two people?

Let's just kill them, kill them all.

Anyway, he was already sworn enemies with the Yang family, so killing them sooner or later was inevitable. Now that he had killed these two, they could be reincarnated sooner. He was really merciful for considering others like this.

With this in mind, Song Yan stepped into the hall. As soon as Song Yan entered, Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu also stood up at the same time. Yang Xiao bowed and Yang Yunshu curtsied, saying in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness."

In terms of etiquette, there was nothing to criticize.

Song Yanxing walked up to Yang Xiao, looked him up and down, and slowly spoke, his voice like an ice pick, cold and piercing: "Yang Xiao, right, Yang Hexing's grandson?"

"The nephew of Yang Miaoqing who killed my birth mother?" Song Yan had no politeness towards the Yang family and there was no need for formalities: "What does Yang Hexing want with you? Do you want to hold me accountable?"

The moment that sound entered Yang Xiao's ears, he felt a buzzing in his mind, as if it were about to explode.

Song Yan had killed far too many people. Even though he hadn't actually made a move yet, the moment he released his murderous aura, it still sent chills down one's spine. Yang Xiao, a man who was even taller than Song Yan, found his legs trembling uncontrollably, and his pupils contracting involuntarily.

Before meeting Song Yan, Yang Xiao was intimidated by Song Yan's reputation, but he was not too afraid.

After all, they had come to visit according to etiquette. Even if Song Yan was cruel, he couldn't just kill all the guests who came to visit, could he?

Thinking this, Yang Xiao struggled to steady himself, managing a dry smile: "No, that's right, it is indeed this humble citizen."

To call oneself a commoner is to disregard even the dignity of a direct descendant of the Yang family of Langya.

Even more so, fearing that Song Yan might misunderstand something, Yang Xiao forced a wide grin and said quickly, "My ancestor knew that there were some misunderstandings between the Langya Yang family and the Prince. Although the third branch of the Yang family was destroyed by the Prince, this was ultimately due to Yang Hetong's attack on the Prince in court. It was the Yang family's fault, so how dare we blame the Prince?"

"The Yang family of Langya intends to reconcile with the prince."

"My ancestor once said that it is better to resolve enmity than to perpetuate it. If Your Highness is willing to let go of past hatred, the Yang family is willing to marry your eldest granddaughter as a concubine to serve Your Highness. We are also willing to give you one million taels of silver as a dowry. I wonder what Your Highness thinks?"

The eldest granddaughter of the Yang family?

Millions of silver?

The Yang family really went all out.

But does Yang Hexing really think that the eldest granddaughter of the Yang family is something special, a treasure that everyone wants? Sending a woman who can poison her husband and have affairs with five or six men to his side? Who are they trying to ruin?

Do you really think he's Wu Dalang?
Suddenly, a smile appeared on Song Yan's lips.

Seeing that Song Yan's expression seemed to have relaxed, Yang Xiao was overjoyed. He thought to himself that bringing his elder sister along was indeed the most suitable thing to do. Song Yan really had no resistance to older widows.

Just then, Song Yan slowly raised his hand and gently patted Yang Xiao's shoulder: "Brother Yang..."

Do you know how Yang Hetong died?

Yang Xiao was taken aback. He didn't understand why Song Yan had changed the subject so abruptly. His heart skipped a beat for no reason. He only saw that the smile on Song Yan's face was getting thicker and thicker, and more and more eerie.

Before he could even grasp the meaning behind Song Yanxiao's smile, he heard a soft "pfft" and his body trembled.

His eyes widened instinctively, filled with disbelief. His head drooped down little by little, and he saw Song Yan's left hand holding the knife hilt, the blade already embedded in his stomach.

As for Yang Yunshu standing nearby, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she screamed so loudly that it almost broke through the roof of the Prince's mansion:

"Murder."

"Killing!"

Even Yang Siyao was startled by Song Yan's ruthlessness, her heart trembled slightly, and her eyelids twitched a few times, but soon her chest was filled with pleasure.

Good riddance! Good riddance!

Was her younger sister defiled, impregnated, and then left to rot in the wilderness, turning into bones, by those so-called young masters of the Yang family? Although she didn't know who had defiled her sister, as long as she killed all those people in the Yang family, she could eventually get revenge, couldn't she?
It has to be said that Yang Siyao's idea was somewhat extreme.

Song Yan's smile grew even warmer. He chuckled and patted Yang Xiao's shoulder gently with his other hand: "Now you know, right? That's how you die."

As he spoke, he kept turning the hilt of the knife in his hand.

The original wound was twisted into a bloody hole.

Thick, fresh blood gushed out from the hole in his stomach, quickly staining his blue robe a dark red.

Yang Xiao's face turned deathly pale in the blink of an eye, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He seemed to have lost all feeling of pain, only that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred and his body was growing weaker and weaker. He knew that if this continued, he would die.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

Suddenly, a strange howl came from Yang Xiao's throat, like a wild beast struggling with all its might on the verge of death.

With a hiss, it managed to break free from the blade.

A spurt of blood gushed out instantly, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Then Yang Xiao widened his eyes and staggered as he fled out of the living room.

Song Yan is a demon, a madman.

They kill people at the slightest disagreement.

He wanted to escape, to escape as far as possible. Although the hole in his stomach wasn't a vital wound, the shredded internal organs were still a fatal injury. Extremely weak, Yang Xiao's body swayed unsteadily. He finally reached the door, but as he crossed the threshold, his foot slipped and he tripped on it. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, and fragments of his shredded internal organs were ejected from his body by the impact.

Human vitality is indeed quite tenacious. Even so, Yang Xiao did not die immediately. He just stared wide-eyed, frantically clawing at the ground with his hands, and inching his way forward inch by inch.

One minute, two minutes, or maybe a little longer?

Yang Xiao finally stopped moving, his raised head slamming into the snow. Blood was still gushing from his abdomen, staining the white snow with a large patch of crimson, which stood out starkly against the backdrop of a silver-clad landscape.

Even though he wasn't breathing, Yang Xiao's eyes were still wide open.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why Song Yan was so unethical. Even though the two families were enemies, how could he, a guest who came to visit, be so cruelly killed by Song Yan?
There's also regret. If I had known Song Yan was such a madman, why would I have rushed to take on this mission in the first place?

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life, and he died anyway.

As for the guards of the Prince's mansion, most of them were selected from the army. Some of the older or wounded soldiers were not suitable to continue fighting, so Song Yan arranged for them to be stationed in the Prince's mansion. According to the rules of this era, they should be called servants.
Those were ruthless men who had killed on the battlefield, so they naturally wouldn't care about such a scene. Without even needing Song Yan's order, several people stepped forward and dragged Yang Xiao's body away. They would probably just throw him into a latrine, or they might cut off his head and stuff it into the Jingguan outside the city. After all, the Jingguan was mixed with a lot of yellow soil, so digging a hole shouldn't be difficult.

The knife was blood red.

The tip of the knife fell naturally.

Under the influence of gravity, the blood slowly gathered at the tip of the knife, condensing into a bright red bead of blood, which then fell to the ground, as if drawing vivid plum blossoms on the ground.

Song Yan walked slowly toward Yang Yunshu.

Yang Yunshu was terrified, her body stiffening and motionless until Song Yan walked over with a knife. Only then did she recover from her extreme terror. Her beautiful face was twisted into a grimace of fear, making her look nauseating.

As Song Yan drew closer, Yang Yunshu's mental defenses crumbled completely. Unable to hold on any longer, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud. She no longer cared about the pride of being a daughter of the Yang family or the dignity of a noble lady. Overwhelmed by fear, her eyes filled with tears, and snot streamed down her face. She completely forgot all the seductive arts she had learned.

"Your Highness, please spare me."

Yang Yunshu pleaded pitifully.

As if she had thought of something, Yang Yunshu knelt on the ground and crawled towards Song Yan on her knees. She crawled all the way to Song Yan and stretched out her hands tremblingly, trying to untie Song Yan's belt anxiously: "Your Highness, please don't kill me. I am very good at serving people."

"I will certainly satisfy Your Highness."

"I am still a widow."

Song Yan's face twitched. Damn it, he really can't get over the fact that he likes widows, can he?

The left hand is raised high, with the tip of the knife pointing downwards.

puff...

The steel knife pierced directly into Yang Yunshu's head from the top.

Yang Yunshu's expression froze instantly, her face still showing despair and fear.

Even the hands that were trying to untie Song Yan's belt fell limply to their sides.

Song Yan waved to the outside, and guards came over to drag away Yang Yunshu's body. Maids also rushed over with buckets and rags to clean up the bloodstains on the ground. In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the guest hall was restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened. Even the snow in the courtyard that had been stained red with blood was quickly covered by new white snow.

Yang Siyao walked over and gently massaged Song Yan's shoulders with her delicate hand: "Husband, won't killing them like this cause some trouble?"

"What trouble could there be?" Song Yan simply scoffed. "Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu tried to assassinate me using their beauty, so I killed them in return. Isn't that reasonable?"

Given the animosity between the Yang family and Song Yan, it seems no one would doubt this statement. Even if Yang Hexing said he wanted to form a marriage alliance with Song Yan, probably few people would believe it.

"What is Yang Hexing trying to do, sending people to the Eastern Mausoleum to apologize to His Majesty while simultaneously sending people to make peace with me?"

"Do you really think that old fox has changed his ways? It's obvious that the Yang family wants to overturn the world, but they need some time to prepare. Whether it's Yang Xiao, Yang Yunshu, or Yang Hexin, they are all just buying time for the Yang family. How could I let that old scoundrel have his way?"

"Should we give him time to develop his strength and then come after me?"

"I'd like to see if Yang Hexing will go mad with anger after losing another of his own grandson, and if he'll start taking action without regard for anything else. If that happens, it'll save me a lot of trouble. Besides, His Majesty is already preparing to take action, so how can I not lend a hand at this time? Am I supposed to undermine His Majesty's efforts to save face?"

Emperor Ninghe is leaving.

The matter at the Prince of Yan's residence might eventually reach the ears of Emperor Ninghe.

A true man has principles; he knows what to do and what not to do. Song Yan couldn't change what Emperor Ninghe was going to do, but at least he could make Emperor Ninghe leave with more peace of mind. By executing one of Yang Hexing's grandsons when the Yang family came to sue for peace, Song Yan was giving Emperor Ninghe his assurance.

Slowly exhaling, Song Yan's serious expression gradually relaxed. He raised his hand and pinched Yang Siyao's soft cheek, saying, "Don't worry, I promised you before that I would slaughter the entire Yang family. I keep my word. I will send their heads to you one by one."

Yang Siyao leaned closer to Song Yan, resting her head on his shoulder with a gentle smile on her face.

Choosing to attach myself to Song Yan back then was probably the best decision I ever made in my life.

……

The deaths of Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu did not cause any disturbance in Pingyang City.

No, there were still some ups and downs.

For example, the Black Armor Guards surrounded the Wind Inn again, arrested all the servants brought by Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu, threw them into prison, and killed the resisters on the spot.

The shopkeeper was in tears.

Cui Shi'an, who was leading his men to leave Pingyang, felt his eyelids twitching. Song Yan had said before that there would be bloodshed at Fenglai Inn, and indeed there was.

Even Cheng Xu and the six Ruodi beside him had strange expressions. They looked at each other and could see the fear in each other's eyes: This Fenglai Inn is really a strange place. Whoever stays here will be unlucky... Could I be the next one to be unlucky?
After all, with the Cui family gone, only their group remains staying at the Fenglai Inn.

"Don't panic, everything is under control."

With a gurgling sound, Cheng Xu said this.

He wanted to find another inn, but with heavy snow approaching, which inn would have any rooms available for him?

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

After all, he was a man whom Song Yan had managed to kill with a single fire; he couldn't possibly be that unlucky.

……

Two days later.

Song Yan and Luo Yuheng got married.

The wedding was very simple.

The wedding procession and the procession of the bride were all omitted, and there were no elaborate ceremonies such as the ten-mile-long red bridal procession.

The wedding was very lively.

Almost everyone of importance in Pingyang City… no, in the entire Anzhou and Pingyang Prefectures, was present. Even the Prince of Yan's residence, with its considerable space, was nearly full. Left with no other option, Song Yan had dozens more tables set up outside the Prince of Yan's residence for a continuous feast, where even ordinary people passing by could come in to offer their congratulations.

Fortunately, the snow has stopped today. Although the snow hasn't melted, at least we don't have to eat in the midst of heavy snowfall.

Today, Luo Yuheng is at her most beautiful. She is dressed in a brocade phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, which hugs her exquisite figure. A red veil covers her head, concealing her stunningly beautiful face.

Although the position in the main hall was not formally established, Song Yan and Luo Yuheng still tied their hearts together and bowed to each other in the main hall.

Only after the wedding ceremony was completed did Song Yan truly feel that Luo Yuheng had become his wife.

It all felt like a dream.

He received a large number of congratulatory gifts. Song Yan listened carefully, but couldn't help feeling a little regretful that there was no tiger penis wine among them.

After the wedding ceremony, according to custom, Song Yan stayed outside to entertain the guests, toasting them at each table. However, there were too many guests today, and he probably couldn't handle it all, so Song Yan called over Lei Yi and Zhang Han, and even Luo Tianyang. That simpleton even thought he hadn't been exposed, and he was wearing a half-face mask to cover up his identity.

Meanwhile, Luo Yuheng, accompanied by Luo Tianxuan, Luo Tianyi, Gao Yang, and Hua Lianyue, went to the bridal chamber first.

However, Luo Tianxuan, Gao Yang, and the others could not stay here for too long, because there were some female guests present today, such as Shen Qi, Aunt Lin who had come from afar to attend the wedding, and the wives of high-ranking officials like Jia Yifei and Fang Hai, who always needed someone to accompany them.

The bridal chamber was quiet, with only Luo Yuheng remaining.

Under the veil, Luo Yuheng yawned, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes.

I don't know if it's because of the pregnancy, but I'm always very sleepy, especially these past two days. I feel like I can't get enough sleep.

Yan'er hasn't arrived yet, so removing the veil now is a bit unlucky... However, she's going to switch places with Luo Tianxuan today, so there's no need to worry about that.

Luo Yuheng finally removed her veil, revealing a pretty face lightly made up.

Looking back at the bridal chamber she had personally decorated, Luo Yuheng still felt a little regretful. If possible, she also hoped to have a perfect and complete wedding with Yan'er. However, when her small hand landed on her lower abdomen, she suppressed the thought in her heart.

Even though three months have passed, it's still better to be careful.

Luo Yuheng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she yawned again before finally resting her head on her arms and slumping onto the table.

Take a nap.

When Tianxuan arrives, he will wake her up.

As Luo Yuheng thought this, his consciousness sank.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was up, Luo Yuheng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes again, his aura changing instantly.

Luo Yuheng, number two, has awakened.

She's about to cause trouble.

(End of this chapter)