Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 561 The Fate of Luo Yuheng, Number Two (5,000 words)
It's getting a bit chilly.

Luo Yuheng was only wearing a phoenix coronet and wedding robe, which looked festive but was not very substantial.

Underneath her wedding attire was only a silk robe and thick trousers, with no other warm cotton clothing... Today was, after all, a joyous occasion, and Luo Yuheng ultimately wanted to leave the most beautiful image in Song Yan's heart.

While cotton-padded coats are warm and cozy, they are too thick and bulky, which can negatively impact one's figure.

Of course, Luo Yuheng inherited the old woman's internal strength, so he was no longer afraid of the heat or cold, and the impact was not too great. However, it was somewhat uncomfortable for some of the ladies and young women who came to the banquet today.

Women have always loved beauty.

Therefore, most of the wives of powerful officials and young ladies in their boudoirs were dressed in thin clothes. Even though the snow had stopped falling from the sky, just thinking about those people eating a feast in the snow, shivering from the cold, yet pretending that nothing was wrong, with a serene smile on their faces, and talking to the people around them in a gentle manner, made Luo Yuheng, number two, feel a strange urge to laugh.

In fact, according to the rules of Ningguo, women, whether married or not, are not supposed to appear in public. When attending wedding banquets, apart from the relatives of both the bride and groom, only men are usually present; women and young ladies rarely attend.

Today, however, Song Yan's wedding was an exception, and all the invitations were sent out by Luo Yuheng, the second person in charge, so that Luo Tianxuan, the hostess, could entertain the female guests. For this reason, she even made a special note in the invitation that she should give Luo Tianxuan some advice and try to delay Luo Tianxuan's time as much as possible.

After Luo Tianxuan finally saw all the guests off, she hurriedly changed into her phoenix coronet and wedding robes, and went to the bridal chamber with her red veil on. She had already finished with Song Yan. Just thinking about the scene was exciting.

Luo Yuheng, number two, yawned softly, also feeling a bit sleepy.

He shook his head and casually took a sachet from his waist. The sachet emitted a faint fragrance of herbs and trees.

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Number Two Luo Yuheng opened the window and casually tossed the sachet out.

This sachet was made by another version of myself after I fell asleep and Luo Yuheng, the second version, briefly woke up. After that, I always wore it around my waist. A little valerian was added to the sachet and it was mixed with styrax.

This sachet is harmless to the body; it is purely for aiding sleep.

She only has a chance to wake up when her other self is asleep.

With her lips coated in lip rouge, Luo Yuheng, number two, gently pursed them, her expression revealing a hint of melancholy and resentment.

She could feel that she was waking up less and less often.

Back when Luo Yuheng's cold poison flared up, she was able to wake up dozens of times in a short period of time, taking turns with another version of herself to endure the torment of the cold poison. Even after the cold poison flared up, she would wake up almost every night.

But now, with fewer worries in her heart, the more peacefully she sleeps at night, the harder it is for her to wake up.

Nowadays, he only has a chance to wake up once every two or three days.

Later on, perhaps I'll only wake up once every seven or eight days; later still, perhaps I'll only have a chance to get some fresh air every two or three months; and later still, perhaps a year or two...

And then, she'll probably never wake up again.

That was her fate.

If she never wakes up, wouldn't that be considered death for someone like her?
die?
Once upon a time, Luo Yuheng didn't really care much about death.

After all, most of her time was filled with suffering, and she didn't have much attachment to this world.

But now, she has someone she cares about.

A feeling of reluctance, unwillingness, and even a little jealousy began to well up in my heart.

And fear.

What is it like to die?
Will it hurt?
Or will it simply disappear without a trace after its next slumber?

Then I could no longer feel anything, no longer feel Yan'er's touch, no longer hear Yan'er's heartbeat, and no longer see Yan'er's face.

Yan'er, Tianxuan, Tianyi, and even the child in her womb, have nothing to do with her anymore.

It was like a dark prison, trapping her, never letting her see a ray of sunlight.

No.

Just thinking about that scene made Luo Yuheng, number two, tremble with fear. She didn't want that.
Why did she have to end up like this? She was the one who fell in love with Yan'er first, and she was the one who conceived Yan'er's child, so why did another version of herself take everything away from her?
She was only briefly taking over this body while her other self was asleep, to experience the world. Why couldn't her other self even grant her this small wish?

It's obvious that she suffered so much.

Her lips were pursed, and on her beautiful face was an expression of impending tears... No, she was already crying. Her eyes were already welling up with tears, and the tears, like pearls, slid down her fair face, scattering the rouge on her pretty face.

Her beautiful body twitched.

She didn't cry out loud.

But those silent tears only amplify the sorrow.

for a long time.

Number Two, Luo Yuheng, took a deep sniff.

She hastily raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face.

Although the sounds of clinking glasses and lively conversation still lingered outside, it was already dark, and Song Yan would probably arrive soon.

She must look rather unsightly right now, with tears and rouge probably making her face a mess. That won't do; she must show Song Yan her most beautiful side.

She absolutely had to have a perfect wedding; that was probably her last wish.

Number Two, Luo Yuheng, sat down in front of the dressing table, calmed herself down, stopped her tears, picked up the lip rouge, and gently applied it to her lips, making them glossy and bright again.

After some time, Luo Yuheng, number two, finally finished touching up her makeup. Looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror, she was probably quite beautiful... It's a pity that her time is running out. If she could do something different, leave a different impression on Yan'er's heart, and make Yan'er think of her from time to time, perhaps... then she wouldn't really be considered dead?
Laughing, Number Two Luo Yuheng picked up the red veil again and covered her face.

……

The sky lit up with stars.

The snowfall the day before yesterday seemed to have suppressed all the dust in the air.

At this moment, the sky was so pure it was unimaginable.

Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the nearly perfect moon hangs in the sky, its silvery light spilling across the earth and reflecting off the snow on the ground. At some angles, the bright silver luster is even slightly dazzling.

Clusters of clouds drifted slowly across the horizon.

Song Yan reeked of alcohol; the number of guests was truly overwhelming, comparable to the one at his wedding to Hua Lianyue in Dongling. This was probably because some generals from the Black Armored Warriors, Silver Armored Guards, local militia, and border troops had all come to join the festivities, and these were the ones who could drink the most.

Today is the day of our prince's great joy, so naturally we must drink him to death.

Even though someone tried to stop him from drinking, Song Yan still ended up drinking quite a bit. Zhang Han and Lei Yi had already passed out, and even Luo Tianyang's face was flushed, and his tall body was swaying as if he might faint at any moment.

But looking at the banquet at the Prince of Yan's residence, at least a third of the tables had not yet been served.

It was at this time that a maid led a woman dressed in a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) into the Prince of Yan's residence.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, roughly the same age as Song Yan.

She was exceptionally beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes were like strokes of ink, naturally arched with a slight upward curve, making her almond-shaped eyes appear even brighter. Her pupils were a rare amber color, shimmering with a honey-like luster under the moonlight. Her long, thick eyelashes, like raven feathers, fluttered as she blinked, brushing against the natural blush at the corners of her eyes. Her face was like a ripe peach, her full cheeks glowing with fresh color, yet so firm that not a single wrinkle could be seen. Her chin was delicately pointed, but the deep dimples broke the coolness of her features. Whenever the corners of her lips turned up slightly, those two dimples would ripple like spring water, captivating all who beheld them.

Her jet-black hair, flowing like ink to her waist, rippled with an undercurrent in the sunlight, the ends curling into tiny waves. No hairpins or ornaments were needed; a single strand of gold thread held back a few loose locks at her temples, while the remaining ink-black strands spilled onto her collar, making the snow-white skin at the nape of her neck even more dazzling.

She is still young, but she is already a stunning beauty.

This woman was none other than Suochuoluo's young queen, one of the wives of the Xiongnu Great Chanyu, Usana.

She was bait.

When he chose Usana, Sochoro regretted it a little. If he had known that this woman was so beautiful, he would have favored her earlier. Why would he have given her away to that bastard Song Yan for nothing? But since he had chosen her, there was no room for regret. According to the strategist, if she wasn't pretty, how could she be alluring?
The bait is mostly destined to die, but even if Song Yan finds something wrong with a woman with a face like a demon, she might just be beheaded or handed over to his men for torture. It wouldn't cause much of a commotion. However, a woman with both beauty and temperament might have a chance to attract Song Yan's attention and stir up the whole mess.

If she could scream and attract a crowd, that would be even better.

This incident caused a complete uproar, and in order to deal with it, Song Yan had to focus his energy on the Prince of Yan's residence, which also bought Cheng Xu and the others some time to escape.

As for Usana? Who cares whether she lives or dies?
Cheng Xu is very intelligent.

He knew that today was the Prince of Yan's wedding day, and the Prince's mansion would be in a chaotic mess with people coming and going. If a woman suddenly appeared, no one would pay any attention. And things turned out just as Cheng Xu had predicted. Wushana blended in unnoticed, and no one asked her a question as she walked by. At most, they would marvel at Wushana's beauty and glance at her a few more times.

Even when those unruly young masters were drunk, no one dared to stop Usana or make a joke... After all, this was the mansion of that murderous maniac, and who knew if this woman had any connection with Song Yan.

If you were to harass Song Yan's woman, wouldn't that be like saying there aren't enough Jingguan (a type of mound of corpses) in Pingyang and Anzhou?

“Miss Wu, that’s the bridal chamber. The Prince has been entertaining guests and will naturally pass by here.” Just then, the maid stopped and whispered, “If you want to see the Prince, stay here. You can see him from a distance. Don’t run up to the Prince. If you offend him, you will be in deep trouble, and I might be implicated as well.”

Wu is a surname that Usana randomly chose for herself.

The maid gave her careful instructions, secretly marveling at how bold Miss Wu was.

When the prince was still just a marquis, there were many powerful officials, noble families, and wealthy merchants in Pingyang Prefecture who wanted to establish a relationship with him. In this day and age, the best way to establish a relationship was undoubtedly through marriage. As their master was granted the title of Prince of Yan, this desire became even stronger.

Normally, these noble ladies from prominent families are all very reserved, rarely venturing out of their chambers. But now, they don't care about appearances anymore. Almost every day, luxurious carriages can be seen coming and going outside the Prince Yan's residence, filled with noble ladies from prominent families, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Prince Yan when he leaves the residence, perhaps even catching his eye.

Some noble ladies even sent their servants and maids to inquire about the Prince of Yan's movements with the servants, guards, and maids of the Prince of Yan's residence.

Normally, these people are absolutely not allowed to reveal the whereabouts of Prince Yan.

However, this Ms. Wu gave far too much.

In the maid's mind, Usana was nothing more than a noblewoman who wanted to offer herself to him, and she shouldn't cause too much trouble. In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation.

Usana covered her mouth and chuckled, then reached into her sleeve and pulled out two gold leaves, placing them in the maid's hand: "Thank you for reminding me, sister. I know."

"This humble woman has only admired His Highness Prince Yan for too long and wanted to see what he looked like. She wanted to see if he was really as they said, with three heads and six arms, a blue face and fangs. How dare I offend His Highness?"

"Pfft." The maid couldn't help but laugh. "Miss Wu, don't talk nonsense. What three heads and six arms, green face and fangs? That would be like a monster! My prince is very handsome. Also, if you are discovered, you must not betray me. Just say that you attended a banquet and, because you felt unwell, you wanted to find a toilet to wash your hands. You got lost in the palace. We won't make things too difficult for you."

"I understand, and I will not implicate my elder sister."

Hearing this assurance, the maid felt somewhat relieved.

The maids and guards of the Prince of Yan's residence were all very busy today. She had many things to do, but couldn't leave for too long. After giving a few more instructions, she hurriedly left. After the maid's figure disappeared into the moonlight, the smile on Usana's face gradually faded, and her gaze turned to the bridal chamber not far away.

Normally, when the lady of the house gets married, there should be a personal maid guarding both inside and outside the bridal chamber.

One reason is for safety.

On the other hand, it was also a temporary substitute when the mistress could not withstand the master's beatings.

However, there were no maids serving outside the bridal chamber today. This was mainly because Luo Yuheng had sent all the maids away in advance so that Luo Tianxuan could come and replace him. Therefore, there was not a single person at the door.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Usana.

Of course, Usana had no intention of assassinating Song Yan. She believed that Song Yan would be very interested in the information she knew, and that was her chance to survive.

Usana could certainly try to contact Song Yan during the banquet in the main hall, but firstly, there were too many people around, making it inconvenient to speak up; secondly, Usana couldn't guarantee that there might be people arranged by Cheng Xu among these guests to keep an eye on her, and if so, she could be shot dead at any time if she opened her mouth.

The bridal chamber, which is usually empty, is perhaps the best place, since Song Yan will definitely come to the bridal chamber on their wedding night, and there will be no one else around.

With that thought in mind, Usana took a deep breath and headed towards the bridal chamber.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open.

What came into Usana's view was none other than Luo Yuheng, sitting upright in a chair, dressed in a bright red wedding gown and wearing a red veil.

Upon hearing the voice, Luo Yuheng merely raised her head slightly: "Who is it?"

Then she saw Luo Yuheng seemingly about to lift a corner of her veil. Others might not recognize the maids of the Prince's mansion, but Luo Yuheng couldn't possibly be unaware of them. Wushana was startled and instinctively walked quickly towards Luo Yuheng.

She didn't mean to hurt Luo Yuheng; she just wanted to temporarily control Luo Yuheng and prevent her from screaming.

This woman is alluring and seductive, but she doesn't look like she has any fighting ability.

Cheng Xu even said that among all the Yan Prince's men, Luo Yuheng was probably the easiest character to deal with, and his level of danger was only slightly higher than that of the two girls, Luo Qingyi and Luo Caiyi.

Although she didn't practice martial arts like some female warriors in the Central Plains, she was still a woman who could ride horses and hunt on the grasslands. Against Luo Yuheng... she would definitely win.

After controlling Luo Yuheng, if Luo Yuheng was willing to listen to her, she might be able to contact Song Yan through Luo Yuheng, which would make things more convenient. Thinking this, Ushana reached out and tried to cover Luo Yuheng's mouth.

With a slight lift of her head, Usana was completely unaware that, beneath the veil, the corners of Luo Yuheng's lips suddenly curved into a smile.

Just as Usana's hand was about to touch Luo Yuheng's lips, a fair, white hand suddenly reached out and, at an almost bizarre angle, struck Usana's chest with a loud thud.

A muffled groan.

Usana's body was sent flying backward, her vision went black, and she fainted.

Just before her consciousness faded into darkness, Usana was still filled with shock... This was the easiest woman to deal with in the Prince of Yan's mansion?
That damned Cheng Xu, who are you trying to fool?
Then his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Luo Yuheng, number two, finally lifted her veil. Her long eyelashes blinked, and her big eyes were full of suspicion. Seeing that she seemed to be preparing to make a move, one might think she was an assassin preparing to kill someone. But who would have thought that she would be such a weakling?

Arranging for a woman like this to carry out an assassination, are you sure you're not joking?

So, what should we do with this woman?

We can't just kill him, can we? After all, it's our wedding night, and seeing blood is considered unlucky.

No, Luo Yuheng, number two, suddenly blinked. Shouldn't the wedding night be the one with bloodshed?
However, she was already pregnant with Song Yan's child, so it was impossible for her to bleed. Luo Tianxuan had also been married to Song Yan for over a year, and was well past the age where she could bleed.

Then, Luo Yuheng, number two, gradually focused his gaze on Usana.

I wonder if this woman is still a virgin?
(End of this chapter)