Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 573 Song Yan: I'm very angry right now (6,000 words)
Xinhou County.

The mountain ranges stretch across the land, creating dramatic undulations.

Beneath the rolling, thick clouds, goose-feather-like snowflakes drifted and scattered across the earth. Pingyang City also experienced snowfall, though less intense than that of the Haixi Grassland. The basin was still steaming, and some snowflakes drifted onto it, quickly melting in the heat.

Since Song Yan spent most of his time away from Xinhou County, not many people were assigned to guard his residence here. The mansion was very quiet at night, except for Nahetuya's footsteps, which were particularly clear.

Plop, plop, plop.

It was clearly her own footsteps, but somehow, every time the sound rang out, it added a touch of panic to Nakhtoya's heart.

Although she had actually cooked such a pot of soup at her father's urging, she was incredibly nervous when it came time to deliver it to Song Yan. After all, even though Song Yan had taken her away and the Emperor of Ningguo had bestowed a marriage upon them, Song Yan hadn't even touched her once in all this time. Moreover, living in the Prince's mansion for so long, surrounded by women of Luo Yuheng, Luo Tianxuan, Luo Tianyi, and Hua Lianyue, Nahetuya was, frankly, suffering a great deal of blow. The once confident and cheerful girl was almost completely devastated.

She felt that Song Yan really had no interest in her. Compared to those women, she had no advantage whatsoever, not even Gu Banxia or Yang Siyao. She looked down at the soup bowl in her hand, staring at the strange, dark soup inside. She bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth: Even if she managed to get into Song Yan's bed using such methods, would Song Yan accept her?
Will he be angry about this?
Then, just kick yourself out?

For no apparent reason, the fear in my chest began to grow stronger.

Moreover, does she really like Song Yan?
The two hadn't even exchanged many words, had they? However, women on the grasslands always admired strength; they worshipped and admired the strong. The image of Song Yan trampling the royal court had left an indelible impression on her heart.

So you must like it.

She liked this man, this powerful man who could conquer her.

She didn't know how much time had passed when Nakhtoya gritted her teeth. She was a woman of the grasslands; what did she mean by being so hesitant and indecisive?
If you've set your sights on a man, you'll take him down even if it means pushing him over.

As for what happens next, she'll accept being expelled; it's better than this ambiguous and unclear situation, isn't it?
Moreover, now that Luo Yuheng is pregnant, Luo Tianxuan has temporarily left, and Hua Lianyue is also pregnant, the only women left around Song Yan are Gu Banxia, ​​Bu Yu, and Yang Siyao. Perhaps this is the opportunity that God has given her.

Thinking this, Nakhtoya no longer hesitated and quickened her pace. Before long, she arrived outside Song Yan's bedroom. Seeing that the light was still on inside and that Song Yan had not yet gone to sleep, Nakhtoya quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she gently tapped the door twice with her elbow.

"Who is it?" Song Yan's voice came from inside the house.

"it's me."

"Nakhtoya? Come in."

Nakhtoya turned slightly to the side, pushed the door open with her shoulder, and then habitually hooked it closed with her heel.

Song Yan couldn't help but smile. How long had it been since they arrived in the Central Plains? They had already picked up such habits.

Looking at Nakhtoya again, Song Yan was slightly taken aback, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

It's not that Nakhtoya's appearance has changed much, but rather the feeling Song Yan gets from Nakhtoya now, her aura, it's as if she's suddenly become a different person.

She had obviously taken a bath.

They also used soap produced in the workshop, leaving them with a sweet rose scent.

The hair must have been baked near charcoal, but in this kind of weather, it's hard to dry completely, still feeling a little damp. The jet-black hair is tied up in a high ponytail with a ribbon, giving it an extra touch of youth and vitality.

In those days, such hairstyles were extremely rare. Most unmarried girls wore double buns, hanging buns, or flying fairy buns. After getting used to it, seeing such a high ponytail suddenly felt quite novel.

A few stray strands of hair occasionally clung to her fair cheeks, adding a touch of allure to her youthful appearance. Her clothes had also changed; no longer was she clad in armor or dressed in grassland attire, but in a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) worn by women from the Central Plains, revealing glimpses of her long, shapely legs.

It must be said that Nakhtoya's legs are really long, the kind that could kill someone with their charm.

Perhaps because she had been looking at her for a while, Nakhtoya's face became even more flushed. Song Yan smiled and asked, "Did you change your hairstyle?"

For some reason, this very ordinary sentence inexplicably brought a bit of joy to Nakhtoya's heart. She gave a small "hmm" and, if the room hadn't been so quiet, Song Yan probably wouldn't have been able to hear her: "Your Highness... you said before that I might look better with a high ponytail, so I... I tried it."

Song Yan's eyes flickered slightly. He seemed to have indeed said something like that, but if Nakhtoya hadn't brought it up again, he probably wouldn't have remembered. Of course, Song Yan was much more slick than before, so he naturally couldn't say such things, since it probably wouldn't do any good except hurt a woman.

He's a bit of a jerk.

"Ahem, what are you holding?" Song Yan coughed lightly and asked.

Song Yan was also a little curious about the basin that Nakhtoya was holding; it looked steaming hot and had a strange smell in the air.

Nakhtoya blinked: "Your Highness hasn't eaten dinner yet, so I cooked a pot of meat soup."

As she spoke, Nakhtoya stepped forward and placed the basin on the table.

Looking at the full basin of meat soup, Song Yan's lips twitched. As expected of a daughter of the grasslands, she was so generous, even cooking with a basin.

Song Yan began to wonder if Nakhtoya had ever been properly fed while staying at the Prince's mansion. Did Nakhtoya really have such a large appetite? And how did she maintain such a fit, slender, and well-proportioned figure with such a large appetite?
A small question crossed Song Yan's mind. She glanced at the broth again, which contained a jumble of unrecognizable ingredients: "What's in this?"

"Dried meat." Nakhtoya blinked her big eyes.

She wasn't lying; dried tiger penis is also dried meat.

"There are also things like ginseng, deer antler, and wolfberry."

These are all highly nutritious foods.

If I drink it tonight, will I get a nosebleed tomorrow morning?

Song Yan was a little worried. Although Nakhtoya might be able to ride horses and hunt, cooking was obviously out of the question. This pot of meat soup would probably put Nakhtoya in a difficult position. So, although it smelled terrible, Song Yan couldn't refuse it for the time being.

Nakhtoya had brought no other tableware besides chopsticks. Fortunately, there was a teacup in the study, so she took one, scooped out a bowl of meat soup, and took a small sip.

The taste... well, it had the aroma of meat, a strange stench, an indescribable fishy smell, and a slight bitterness. In short, it was hard to describe.

Perhaps due to a habit formed in childhood, Song Yan ate very slowly. And perhaps because it was too hot, after drinking one bowl, he quickly felt warm all over and couldn't help but drink another bowl before putting down the teacup, picking up his brush, and preparing to continue what he hadn't finished writing.

However, after only about fifteen minutes, Song Yan frowned.

In a daze, it seemed as if a flame surged from my lower abdomen and spread throughout my body.

An uncontrollable surge of anger rose within him, causing his breathing to become exceptionally rapid.

My whole body was burning up, and I couldn't calm my mind at all. I had been holding the brush for who knows how long, but I had no idea where to start writing.

Slowly, he looked at the strange soup again. His chopsticks touched something rather heavy while rummaging through it. He picked it up; it was long and thin, about half a foot long, with tiny barbs. Song Yan's forehead immediately darkened: "Is this the jerky you were talking about?"

Song Yan, who was known as a divine doctor, recognized the thing almost immediately.

Tiger penis.

Song Yan's lips twitched. Tiger penis, deer antler, old ginseng, wolfberry, and there must have been other things added to the soup.

No wonder it's so strong.

He rubbed his forehead in annoyance, put down his chopsticks, and looked up at Nakhtoya in front of him: "Is this the jerky you were talking about?"

Under Song Yan's gaze, Nakhtoya felt inexplicably flustered. Although her eyes darted around, she still managed to argue, "It's just dried meat, so tell me if it's meat or not."

Song Yan was so angry that she laughed.

He couldn't really find fault with that statement for the time being, since if you insisted on calling it meat, there really wasn't anything wrong with it.

But can this kind of meat be the same as other meats?

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Song Yan's breathing became increasingly heavy. Although snow was still falling outside and he wasn't wearing very thick clothes, he felt uncontrollably hot all over. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and his cotton clothes seemed to be soaked with sweat, sticking to his body and making him feel very uncomfortable.

A hot breath escaped from his lips.

He could already feel some strange reactions starting to appear on his body, as if he was about to explode, and even felt a dull pain.

Even his eyes turned crimson.

His eyes were fixed on Nakhtoya, the candlelight flickering and scattering across her face, creating a hazy, dreamlike effect. In that moment, Nakhtoya's face, which was merely pretty before, seemed exceptionally beautiful. Her tall figure, youthful high ponytail, and those long, shapely legs exuded an allure that even Song Yan found difficult to resist.

The waist, hips, and full, shapely thighs create a mesmerizing curve.

Stared at like that by Song Yan, Nakhtoya became a little scared and subconsciously shrank back. For some reason, she suddenly regretted making that pot of meat soup for Song Yan. Her long eyelashes trembled rapidly: "Wh...what's wrong?"

call.

Letting out a heavy breath, Song Yan slowly stood up.

His right hand slowly extended and landed on Nakhtoya's head.

"Shh... don't talk."

"I'm very angry right now."

……

Song Yan never forgot his cultivation. The power of the "Hundred Flowers Mirror" flowed through his body, and with each reincarnation, Song Yan could clearly feel that his internal energy was much stronger than before. On the white bed sheet, plum blossoms bloomed brightly.

Song Yan could sense that the internal energy seemed to have reached the peak of a seventh-grade martial artist.

He was just a tiny bit away from completely breaking through that barrier and reaching the eighth rank.

An eighth-rank expert can generally be considered a master.

escape.

The further away from Song Yan, the better.

This man is absolutely terrifying; he's like a mad beast.

She'll die if this continues.

However, such an escape was obviously not very useful. She had only crawled out a few steps when Song Yan grabbed her little feet.

"Your Highness, please spare me."

Nakhtoya began to beg for mercy, her voice hoarse as she spoke.

Unfortunately, begging for mercy was useless.

At this moment, Nakhtoya was on the verge of tears, and felt an unprecedented sense of regret: perhaps she really shouldn't have cooked that pot of soup.

I wonder if this counts as the Chinese saying "you reap what you sow"?
……

Day and night alternate.

The north wind is blowing.

The early morning sun hung on the eastern horizon. Yesterday it was snowing, but today it was a sunny day. The faint sunlight shone through the remaining clouds, casting a bright orange glow over the entire Xinhou County.

call.

Song Yan sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and the breath he exhaled turned into a white mist more than a foot long.

Even though Song Yan didn't make any extra movements, one could vaguely hear cracking sounds coming from the bones all over his body.

Sunlight streamed through the thin window paper, falling on Song Yan's healthy, wheat-colored skin, which seemed to gleam with a cold, hard luster, almost like metal.

hum.

As Song Yan's aura suddenly emanated outwards, the entire bedroom trembled, with tables, chairs, doors, and windows creaking and shaking as if in an earthquake.

This situation lasted for nearly fifteen minutes before the strange phenomena in the bedroom subsided as Song Yan's aura subsided. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Song Yan slowly opened her eyes. A cold, eerie light flashed in her dark pupils before fading away.

Mingming worked hard all night yesterday.

That's right, it lasted all night.

Neither physically nor mentally did I feel the slightest bit tired.

Despite not wearing any clothes, I didn't feel the slightest bit cold.

A smile appeared on Song Yan's lips. He knew that he had finally broken through another barrier and was now an eighth-rank martial artist.

With such strength, he should be considered a master in the entire martial arts world, right?
However, advancing from the eighth rank to the ninth rank, and then from the ninth rank to the Grandmaster, presents a new and even greater challenge. It's likely that such an opportunity won't come again for some time.

Beside him, Nakhtoya lay quietly on the bed. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Song Yan would have suspected that the woman had already stopped breathing.

His face was somewhat blank, his eyes were open listlessly, and his pupils were even somewhat white.

That appearance left Song Yan speechless.

Last night, he probably really went a bit too far. Having cultivated the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," he was already much stronger than ordinary men. He might lose to two grandmasters in a one-on-one fight, but he was not afraid of one grandmaster at all.

Last night's situation was clearly even more outrageous. Nakhtoya wasn't a Grandmaster to begin with, and didn't have the same level of resilience as a Grandmaster. Coupled with that pot of meat soup, it ignited all the hidden desires within Song Yan's body and mind. It's not hard to predict what would happen to her.

Fortunately, Song Yan still retained some rationality and gave Nakhtoya some time to rest; otherwise, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Song Yan wasn't quite sure why Nakhtoya, who had lived quietly in the palace for so long, would suddenly do such a thing. He didn't think much about it, just shook his head helplessly and pulled the blanket over Nakhtoya's body.

Then he left the bedroom.

The cool morning breeze brushed against Song Yan's face, and her body shivered slightly before she suddenly became fully awake.

Song Yan went to find Li Er, Zhang Han, and Lei Yi. The three of them had already started working early on. However, when Song Yan went over to listen, he was speechless. These three guys were actually discussing where would be the most suitable place to build the new Jingguan (a mound of stones).

Speaking of the Jingguan (a mound of human heads), Song Yan couldn't help but recall the scene last night when the army rushed back to Xinhou and Batu and the eight thousand cavalry of the Heishui tribe saw the two Jingguan outside the county town. Even though the Jurchen barbarians were fierce and cruel, such a spectacle as the Jingguan was probably rare, especially on a snowy night when the wind was blowing and everyone was freezing. Suddenly seeing that mountain made of human heads was an unparalleled shock.

Countless female cavalrymen were trembling with fear.

Even worse, some people stared blankly and knelt on the ground, unable to speak.

Perhaps at that moment, the fear of Song Yan was already deeply imprinted in the souls of these people.

It must be said that these people's psychological resilience is far inferior to that of the Han people in Dehua County and Dongling City. The people in those two places have almost turned the Jingguan into a tourist attraction, and the incense is still very strong.

Li Er, Zhang Han, and Lei Yi were generals stationed in Xinhou County, so they would not return to Pingyang with Song Yan this time. However, the three generals were quite envious of the warhorses captured yesterday. Song Yan was generous and allocated three thousand horses to be left in Xinhou.

After settling things here, Song Yan took a stroll around Xinhou County. There was no need to rush today, as Xinhou County wasn't too far from Pingyang City... After all, they had to give Nahetoya enough time to recover, right?
About an hour passed.

In the bedroom of the mansion.

Nakhtoya slowly awoke.

Her eyes were still a little blurry.

Her little hands, like a hamster's, timidly clutched the blanket covering her neck.

After a while, a little light returned to her eyes. The prince was no longer by her side, but Nakhtoya was not saddened by this. Instead, she felt a sense of luck that she had escaped death.

She was genuinely a little scared, fearing that she would immediately face the prince's domineering possessiveness after waking up.

My panicked heart calmed down a little.

She glanced at the blanket covering her, realizing it must have been the prince who had put it on her. She was surprised that the prince had such a thoughtful side, and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Just thinking about the prince's madness last night, the warmth in her heart was immediately replaced by fear... She couldn't remember many of the scenes clearly anymore, only that she spent the latter half of the time begging for mercy.

He begged for mercy until his voice became hoarse.

The tears can't stop flowing.

Unfortunately, the prince, with his bloodshot eyes, showed absolutely no mercy or pity for the woman.

This isn't about cooking raw rice into porridge; it's more like the prince turned her into porridge.

Nakhtoya muttered a small complaint in her heart, but although the prince was rude, Nakhtoya did not resent him. She knew that if it weren't for the pot of meat soup she had made, the prince wouldn't be in this state... Seeing that the prince was still covering her with a blanket meant that he was not angry with her, so this should be considered a good thing, right?

With that thought in mind, Nakhtoya got up.

As soon as he stepped onto the ground, his body swayed violently.

A sharp pain shot up from the bottom of my head.

hiss.

It's unlikely the swelling will go down in a few days.

My legs felt like they didn't belong to me at all; my knees were trembling uncontrollably.

After standing there for a long time, Nakhtoya finally felt a little better. She swayed as she walked to the wardrobe, where her clothes had been torn to shreds by the prince.

Fortunately, there were some clothes that the prince usually wore in the wardrobe, so he wasn't completely naked.

Nakhtoya's forehead immediately darkened when she inadvertently saw the basin on the desk.

Good heavens, somehow the pot of meat soup had been emptied, but a ceramic jar had appeared next to it, containing all the meat soup.

Our own prince truly doesn't waste a single bit.

I wonder who will be the next unlucky sister?

In short, it's best to stay away from the prince for a while.

(End of this chapter)