Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 564 Luo Yuheng Number Two Continues to Exist (11,000 words)

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After the snow fell, Pingyang City suddenly became three degrees colder.

It's like suddenly turning from early autumn into the dead of winter.

Nearly half the leaves have fallen, and the grass is withered and yellow. Fortunately, the grain in the fiefdom had been harvested some time ago; otherwise, this snowfall would have likely reduced the yield.

The ancient city wall of Pingyang is majestic and gray.

Behind the city wall lies the city awakening in the morning. There are clearly fewer people on the streets than in previous days, and they are all bundled up in thick clothing, like struggling rice dumplings.

The early morning sunlight shone through the thin window paper, but it didn't bring much warmth to Song Yan's face.

The wedding bed was somewhat messy.

Song Yan sat cross-legged by the bed, his internal energy flowing continuously. The night's cultivation had greatly improved Song Yan. However, since they were both Grandmasters, a visible sign of fatigue was still on Song Yan's face.

This kind of fatigue is not mental, but purely physical.

The battle raged all night, gradually ending only in the early hours of the morning. Ultimately, the fighting prowess of a grandmaster was far beyond that of an ordinary woman.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

Luo Tianxuan was carrying a basin filled with hot water and a towel. When she saw Song Yan looking over, she smiled and said, "Husband, wash your face."

Song Yan stopped and stood up. A momentary dull pain in his waist made his face twitch slightly. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Judging from the current situation, unless he reached the ninth rank or even the grandmaster level, it would be almost impossible for him to win against two grandmasters in a one-on-two fight.

I patted a damp, warm towel on my face, washing away some of the oil and stiffness. After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, I felt much more refreshed.

Luo Tianxuan had changed out of her wedding dress and into her usual attire, simple and serene.

Luo Yuheng, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a deep purple dress and draped it over her shoulders. Normally, Luo Yuheng wouldn't wear a dress of this color; she usually preferred light colors like white, beige, and light green.

Colors like black and purple are Luo Yuheng's favorites.

Although Luo Yuheng No. 2's personality was influenced by her other self, there were still obvious differences in her clothing and appearance.

At this moment, Luo Yuheng, number two, had a somewhat strange expression.

Every time I think of the absurdity of last night, my cheeks burn uncontrollably.

Although it was a two-on-one fight last night, apart from the very beginning when Song Yan focused on fighting Luo Tianxuan, he spent most of the remaining time dealing with himself.

Of course, Song Yan was still very measured and wouldn't go too far. He even placed one hand on her abdomen to protect her with his internal energy.

But in the end, he couldn't hold on any longer, and in the middle of the night, another version of himself woke up.

Heaven knows what Luo Yuheng felt the moment he awoke. It was as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake. Although the rock had sunk to the bottom, the ripples it created still spread across the surface, washing away Luo Yuheng's rationality.

To make matters worse, wasn't it agreed that Tianxuan would replace her? Why is she still here? Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng had no chance to figure out what had happened. Song Yan showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly overwhelming her.

However, he lost consciousness in just a quarter of an hour, and Luo Yuheng, number two, woke up again.

Throughout the night, the two personalities of Luo Yuheng switched seven or eight times.

Of course, for Song Yan, that was an ultimate enjoyment.

Previously, Luo Yuheng No. 2 had asked her if she wanted to try what it was like to have two Luo Yuhengs taking turns. At that time, Song Yan didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just Luo Yuheng No. 2 joking.

But after truly experiencing its flavors, Song Yan finally understood what paradise was.

In the instant the two personalities switched, the tense bodies made Song Yan gasp for breath each time.

The expression on Luo Yuheng's face was somewhat complicated... She knew that she could continue to exist, at least for the time being, without the risk of disappearing. The seven or eight shifts last night had directly restored her condition to what it was before. She was naturally happy, but the method used by Song Yan truly left her speechless. Even though her personality was even more unconventional than the other personality, she still felt deeply ashamed after calming down.

However, this is the best outcome no matter what.

Thinking this, Luo Yuheng, number two, finally showed a faint smile on his face. He got up, washed up, and then went to the wardrobe to find a new set of clothes for Yan'er to change into.

Now that they are married and have consummated their marriage, she is Yan'er's woman, so it is only natural for her to serve her husband when he changes clothes.

However, after the wardrobe was opened, Luo Yuheng's expression changed drastically. He then gently slapped his face and sighed with a hint of helplessness.

There was still someone quietly curled up inside the closet.

a woman.

A naked woman.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl pouted, her big eyes blinking, her pretty little face full of grievance, looking like she was about to cry.

Although there was a charcoal brazier inside, it was still very cold inside the wardrobe.

The girl hugged her shoulders tightly with both hands, her petite body trembling inside the closet.

These people are inhuman! They just leave themselves in the closet, not even bothering to cover themselves with a blanket, and then they go about their debauchery outside... Especially as it gets closer to dawn, when the charcoal fire in the brazier goes out, the temperature in the entire bedroom drops sharply, and the closet is even more chilling.

She even began to wonder if she would freeze to death.

Usana's tears were truly about to fall. She only wanted to come and seek cooperation with Song Yan. She believed that the information she had was crucial to Song Yan. She had thought about what would happen when she contacted Song Yan, but she never expected it to end up like this.

She had considered leaving earlier, but couldn't help worrying that if she disturbed their fun while they were having a good time, she might get her head chopped off. After all, that was the Jingguan Madman, a fearsome figure whose name alone could send shivers down the spines of the entire Xiongnu tribe. With her thin neck, she certainly couldn't withstand a single blow.

So she could only curl up like this, looking aggrieved, her little nose twitching.

He looks like a total doormat.

call.

Luo Yuheng, number two, let out a slightly helpless sigh, then took out a neatly folded long robe from the wardrobe and helped Song Yan put it on. He tidied the collar and belt, and then nodded with satisfaction. He then looked at the woman in the wardrobe: "What should we do with her?"

Luo Tianxuan's cheeks flushed slightly. The thought of her passionate encounter with her husband yesterday, which was likely witnessed by this young girl, filled her with indescribable shame.

Usana shuddered again, as if sensing Song Yan's gaze. She subconsciously moved one of her small hands away from her shoulder, covering another important area.

Song Yan was also somewhat helpless: "Prepare a set of clothes for her to wear first, and then a bowl of hot porridge, so she doesn't freeze to death."

Sure enough, we are still kind-hearted.

With that thought in mind, Song Yan went out. Number Two, Luo Yuheng, smiled and followed behind, while Luo Tianxuan went to prepare breakfast.

Inside the pavilion, freshly baked buns were steaming hot.

Song Yan took a bite and ate half of it, instantly warming her empty stomach.

In stark contrast to Song Yan's hearty eating style, Luo Yuheng and Luo Tianxuan's movements were much more elegant. They tore off a strip from the steamed bun with their slender fingers, put it in their mouths, and chewed it in small bites. Occasionally, they would pick up a small bowl, sip a mouthful of rice porridge, and as they swallowed, their long necks would sway gently, revealing a touch of allure.

As for Usana, she was pitifully squatting in the corner of the pavilion, holding a large porcelain bowl in both hands, drinking rice porridge sip by sip. It was a little hot, but Usana had no time to care about such trivial matters. It wasn't until the warm liquid flowed into her stomach that Usana felt like she had come back to life.

As expected of the Prince of Yan, he was truly extravagant; he even added sugar to the rice porridge, making it sweet.

It's pitiful, really. Although Usana's father was the chief of a small tribe, they rarely got to eat something as precious as sugar. Her bright black eyes would occasionally sweep over the steaming buns on the stone table, and her slender neck would sometimes twitch. The buns were white and plump, and looked delicious.

That appearance left Song Yan somewhat helpless. He glanced at Luo Yuheng, number two: Is this woman really an assassin?
Why does it look so silly?
Who would hire such a stupid assassin? Could she be a relative of one of the guests at yesterday's banquet who accidentally wandered into the bridal chamber?

Luo Yuheng, number two, nodded her head vigorously. Although this girl was seriously unqualified as an assassin, the fact that she tried to attack him yesterday could not be changed no matter what.

"Take what you want," Song Yan said with a helpless sigh. After all, he had hugged and touched her last night, and although they hadn't gone all the way, he didn't want to be a heartless person. Usana's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise. She glanced at Song Yan again to make sure he wasn't joking, and her little hand darted out, grabbing a bun and stuffing it into her mouth. Her bite was almost as big as Song Yan's, quite hearty.

She left the Fenglai Inn at noon. Apart from breakfast yesterday, she hadn't eaten anything else and was extremely hungry.

Seeing how much the woman was enjoying her meal, Song Yan felt for a moment that it would be a sin to disturb her eating. However, regardless of the situation, business was more important. Clearing his throat, Song Yan said, "Ahem, young lady, don't just focus on eating. I have a question for you. Who are you? What's your name?"

"Replying to Your Highness, I am Wushana, half Hun." Wushana was straightforward, without the slightest intention of resistance, and directly revealed her background.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly; they were indeed Xiongnu people.

Therefore, the woman who walked out of the Wind Inn yesterday must be the girl in front of us.

"Why half?" Song Yan asked, a little curious.

"Replying to...Your Highness..."

Then came a series of babbling sounds. Perhaps because his mouth was stuffed with too many buns, he couldn't quite catch what Song Yan was saying.

"Swallow it first and then we'll talk."

Gudong.

She was clearly a beautiful, charming, and adorable young girl, but at this moment she was stretching her neck out as if trying to swallow the bun in her throat. To make matters worse, before she could swallow it completely, it got stuck in her neck. Her neck was stretching out and out, and she looked ridiculous and laughable.

Song Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Have a sip of porridge, have a sip of porridge, or you'll choke to death."

Usana seemed to realize something at that moment, and quickly picked up the bowl, took a big gulp, stretched her neck again, and finally managed to swallow it, but her little face turned bright red from holding it in.

She patted her chest gently with her little hand, looking like she was still shaken.

For some reason, that action inexplicably reminded Song Yan of last night. Speaking of this girl named Usana, she was sixteen or seventeen years old, which was just the right age.

The weight of a hand.

Ahem, I was thinking wrongly.

Song Yan shook his head, suppressing some impure thoughts in his mind, and asked again, "Why do you say you are half Hun?"

“Because my mother was a Han Chinese who was abducted to the grasslands.” Usana’s expression darkened, clearly thinking of something unpleasant.

At that moment, Song Yan understood.

Over the years, the Xiongnu had frequently raided the borders of Ning and Chu. Ning and Chu were not always able to intercept them in time; sometimes, by the time their armies arrived, the Xiongnu had already looted and fled. The Xiongnu raiders were almost always cavalry, making it difficult for the armies of Ning and Chu to catch them. Each raid left the border in ruins, littered with the corpses of slaughtered men, while gold, silver, grain, and women were all taken.

These people often meet a tragic end.

Some of them would become playthings of the Xiongnu, used by the Xiongnu barbarians to release their lust.

Some will become slaves, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work.

Some of them would lose their lives when the weather was freezing cold and they lacked food and clothing.

The term "two-legged" originated from this.

Indeed, in the eyes of these barbarians, the lives of the Han people in the Central Plains were not lives at all, but livestock like sheep.

In this era, "eating" is not just an adjective, but a real-life tragedy.

"What is your status among the Xiongnu?" Song Yan sighed, his voice low and strained.

“My mother was a very beautiful woman. After she was kidnapped, she fell into the hands of my father, the leader of the Wuhuan tribe. Therefore, I should be considered the daughter of the leader of the Wuhuan tribe.” Wushana pursed her lips, slowly stood up, gently placed one hand on her chest, and bowed to Song Yan: “Wushana, daughter of the Marquis of Wuhuan Gudu, pays her respects to Your Highness, the Prince of Yan.”

At this point, Usana finally showed some different qualities.

Even the expression on his face appeared exceptionally serious.

The name Wuhuan sounds familiar.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "So, you're considered a princess too?"

Ushana shook her head slightly: "Your Highness is joking. The Wuhuan are just a small tribe with a total population of less than 30,000. After deducting the old, weak, young and disabled, there are no more than 10,000 soldiers who can fight. The leader of the Wuhuan tribe does not have much say in the entire Xiongnu. Even this Guduhou was obtained because my father gave me to Suochuoluo as a young queen. How can she be considered a princess? She is just a second-rate one."

To be given to Suochuo as a young queen consort?

Song Yan was somewhat shocked. That old man, Sochoro, was over sixty, while this Usana was probably only sixteen. It was like an old cow eating young grass—shameless!

But looking at it this way, wouldn't she be considered another widow...? No, Sochoro is still alive, so she's just a wife at most. Once Sochoro is killed, Usana will truly become a widow.

Among the Xiongnu were many tribes, and even many branches. For example, the direct line of the Xiongnu Chanyu included the Luandilu, Xubuxi, and Qiulinge, as well as the Baiyang tribe, a descendant of the Yuezhi, the Loufan tribe, a branch of the Linhu, the Hunxie tribe, surrendered soldiers of the Dingling, the Jiankun tribe, a Yenisei language family, the Dingling tribe, a Donghu language family, and so on. In addition, there were a whole host of different tribes.

The Wuhuan were quite active during the Han, Wei, and Jin dynasties.

In the original timeline, during the Western Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty had strong control over the Wuhuan people, establishing a Wuhuan Commandant position and requiring them to pay tribute with cattle and horses annually for trade. When Huo Qubing attacked the Xiongnu in the north, he even recruited Wuhuan people as scouts. However, as the Xiongnu were gradually weakened, the Wuhuan grew stronger. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was necessary to appease the Wuhuan through marriage alliances and investiture. The Wuhuan had even assisted the Eastern Han army in crushing the Xiongnu. Subsequently, the Wuhuan rebelled, killing the Wuhuan Commandant, and from then on, the Wuhuan broke with the Han Dynasty.

During the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period, the Wuhuan allied with Yuan Shao to resist Cao Cao. In the Battle of White Wolf Mountain, more than 50,000 Wuhuan cavalry were defeated by 10,000 elite cavalry of Cao Cao. Zhang Liao even killed Tadun Chanyu in battle. If I remember correctly, Zhang Liao was able to enter the Temple of Martial Arts, which seems to be partly due to the head of Tadun Chanyu.

In short, the Wuhuan were a relatively powerful tribe that was able to break away from the Xiongnu and even rival them.

It seems that the Wuhuan people in this time and space have not had the opportunity to develop and are still just an ordinary small tribe.

Such a tribal chief's daughter certainly doesn't carry much weight.

However, Song Yan was still very polite in entertaining guests. He pointed to a stone bench, indicating that Usana could sit down.

Usana bowed again to thank Song Yan before sitting down opposite him. Her little face was slightly serious. She knew very well that whether her fate could be changed depended on how much weight her words carried for Song Yan. At this moment, Usana was no longer the pushover she had been in the wardrobe. Although she was young, she showed a maturity beyond her years.

After a short while, Ushana finally spoke: "The Wuhuan tribe is weak, and because I have half Han Chinese blood, I suffer even more humiliation in the tribe."

"Not to mention my brothers, sisters, and other members of the tribe, I can bully them at will. My father doesn't care much about my life or death. He probably sees my existence as a disgrace. If I weren't somewhat beautiful and could bring him some benefits, he might have personally cut off my head."

"Among the entire Wuhuan tribe, the only one who truly treated me well was probably my mother."

"However, when I was nine years old, my mother was given by my father to one of his personal guards. That man was very old and had long lost his fertility, so he was extremely perverted. My mother was tortured to death, and from then on, the last bit of connection between me and the tribe was severed."

“This humble woman cares not for the survival of the Wuhuan tribe, or even the entire Xiongnu. She has come to the Prince's residence only to seek an opportunity to make a deal with His Highness.” Ushana stubbornly raised her head, her large, dark eyes fixed on Song Yan.

"This humble woman knows some secrets of the Xiongnu."

"I wish to exchange a promise with Your Highness. Your Highness must allow me to live in your fiefdom. Of course, if Your Highness takes a fancy to my appearance and wishes to take me into your household, I will not refuse. I have heard that men in the Central Plains value a woman's chastity. Although I am a young consort of Suochuoluo, I have never served Suochuoluo and am still a virgin. But in any case, Your Highness must guarantee my life."

No longer a pushover, Ushana was decisive and clear-headed, explaining her relationship with the Xiongnu and the Wuhuan tribe, as well as her purpose in going to the Yan Prince's mansion, in just a few words.

It's clear that she's a decisive and capable woman.

Song Yan's opinion of Usana changed slightly, and he smiled: "Promises are no problem. However, I must know whether your intelligence is of that value."

“Jurchen, Xiongnu…” Usana stared quietly into Song Yan’s eyes and said, word by word:

"Western Rong!"

"Nanman!"

Goguryeo!

"Japanese pirates!"

"The chaos of the Six Barbarian Tribes will once again reign supreme!"

(End of this chapter)