Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 585 Sisters and One Husband (11,000 views, please vote!)
The sun quietly slanted a little further.

The Prince's mansion seemed to be shrouded in shadow. The sky slowly darkened, night was approaching, and the chill in the wind was stronger than before.

Gu Banxia listened quietly from the side, a slight surprise on her face. Perhaps Luo Tianxuan's arrangement really surprised her. However, Gu Banxia knew her own identity. She was Luo Yuheng's personal maid. Although the prince doted on her now, she would not take advantage of his favor.

She understood that this was not something she should worry about.

Luo Yuheng, however, couldn't help but smile and nod.

He was clearly very satisfied with Luo Tianxuan's arrangement.

As the matriarch of the household, ensuring her husband doesn't have to worry about matters within the inner quarters is a fundamental ability. In the inner quarters of the dignified Prince Yan, aside from her, Tianxuan, Tianyi, and others, the emotions of the other women are almost negligible. What matters more is the entanglement and distribution of interests. Maintaining stability within the inner quarters, balancing the interests of all parties, and even helping Song Yan maintain relationships with other families are extremely important and troublesome matters.

Luo Tianxuan has made great progress in this regard. She has made detailed plans for Song Yan's residence and managed everything in an orderly manner.

prominent families value their reputation.

It would indeed be somewhat unreasonable for a daughter of a prominent family to marry without even a wedding ceremony, but offering her the position of a concubine would be enough to offset such grievances.

As for proposing that Luo Tianyi and Song Yan consummate their marriage tonight, it's probably to set an example for Luo Tianyi.

“The Cui family, the Zhang family, and even the Fang family are all extremely important allies to Yan’er.” Luo Yuheng raised his hand and patted Luo Tianxuan’s head: “Such relationships cannot be lost.”

"You are Song Yan's legal wife, so you have to suffer some grievances sometimes."

“But there’s no need to worry too much. I think the daughters of these families aren’t the unreasonable type. Zhang Ci’s granddaughter, Zhang Yan, is only thirteen years old, but she is already very poised and well-mannered. She often visits the Prince’s mansion, and everyone knows the purpose of her visits. It’s just that Yan’er’s hobbies…” Speaking of Song Yan’s peculiar hobbies, even Luo Yuheng felt helpless and had a headache: “He probably really has no interest in little girls like that. He always avoids them.”

"The little girl was a bit disappointed that we couldn't meet, but she never showed it too much. She even forced a smile and talked to me. She's not unreasonable."

"As for Fang Wanlin, although she has lived in the Prince's mansion for a long time, she has only met Song Yan a handful of times. However, this girl has never complained. Every morning she still comes to my courtyard to pay her respects as a junior. For so long, she has been quiet and well-behaved in the Prince's mansion. Occasionally when she goes out, she will ask some maids to follow her. She is a sensible person."

"Cui Yingying... is probably the shrewd type. However, on her second day at the Prince's mansion, all of Yan'er's women, whether married or not, received a valuable gift, including colorful and blue robes."

This method isn't sophisticated, but its effectiveness is unparalleled.

Nowadays, when people in the Prince's Mansion mention Cui Yingying, they mostly speak highly of her.

There's nothing we can do; the Cui family may not have much else, but they have plenty of money.

“Such a shrewd person knows how to behave. She knows about the relationship between you and Yan’er. All she wants is for herself and the Cui family to be safe and prosperous. She won’t easily covet what doesn’t belong to her.”

"So, just go ahead and make the arrangements as you see fit."

“From being a wife, or even a concubine, to being promoted to a secondary consort, I think they must understand the difference.”

……

The evening wind howled.

Although it was not yet completely dark, lanterns had already been lit in the palace. The lanterns swayed in the wind, causing the light to flicker.

In the hazy light, a figure appeared to the side and slightly in front of Song Yan.

The familiar figure hadn't been seen for a long time.

It was a woman dressed as a man, but her body was too hot. Even though her chest was tightly bound, you could still feel the swelling of her breasts, which made her even more alluring.

An old acquaintance.

Blue Phoenix.

Originally a member of the Imperial City Guard, Qingluan and her entire squad were later transferred to Song Yan's command by Emperor Ninghe.

As a former squad leader of the Imperial City Guard, Qingluan's intelligence capabilities are beyond doubt. Every time Qingluan appears, the information she brings is extremely explosive. Although Song Yan does not want too many people to know about the existence of the Night Scouts and the Embroidered Uniform Guards, due to the importance of Qingluan's intelligence, he still assigned some Night Scouts and Embroidered Uniform Guards to Qingluan's command. On the one hand, this is to supplement Qingluan's manpower, and on the other hand, he hopes that they can learn something from Qingluan.

Qingluan was responsible for only one intelligence task: keeping a close eye on Prince Fu.

Although Prince Fu rarely appears in public, and it is always Kong Nianhan who shows up, Song Yan has a feeling that this fat man is bound to pull off something big.

Song Yan nodded to Qingluan, then walked straight to the tea room. Qingluan followed quietly behind. Once inside the tea room, the cold wind outside kept her warm. Song Yan didn't have a maid come over; she preferred to do some small things herself. She poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Qingluan: "Warm yourself up."

Qingluan didn't refuse. After all, they had spent so much time together, and Qingluan knew her new master's personality quite well. Even though he had become a prince, he didn't have that arrogant and domineering attitude. At least in Qingluan's opinion, serving this master was easier and more pleasant than serving her previous master.

I picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

I did feel a bit warmer.

"But is there some trouble with Prince Fu?" Song Yan poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it, and asked, "What kind of trouble is that guy planning this time?"

This time, Qingluan shook her head: "Prince Fu, there's nothing wrong."

"Just as Your Highness predicted, Prince Fu should have Yang family blood. After Kong Nianhan escaped from Dongling, the couple entered Langya together."

"Langya is the foundation of the Yang family, and its defenses are extremely tight and its vigilance is very high. Even ordinary people are very careful to watch out for outsiders. Even my elite men would find it difficult to sneak in. After trying for a long time, only one person who was proficient in disguise managed to infiltrate the Yang family's old residence, and he was just a servant doing odd jobs."

"Therefore, the information we obtained was very limited, and we were unable to find out the specific relationship between Prince Fu and the Yang family."

Song Yan nodded: "It's alright. Intelligence is important, but the safety of intelligence personnel is even more important."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Qingluan casually flattered him, but her words lacked sincerity: "According to the information brought by our spies, when Prince Fu first arrived at the Yang family, he was highly regarded and received the best treatment. He was basically treated as an honored guest."

"However, with the Yang family's rebellion, the Prince of Fu's treatment plummeted. He is now imprisoned by Yang Hexing in the Yang family's ancestral land and is not allowed to leave for any reason."

After a moment's thought, Song Yan understood the reason.

Prince Fu is definitely a purebred son of the Yang family.

For Yang Hexing, Prince Fu was a rare commodity. Even though he was expelled from the imperial register, Prince Fu was still nominally a descendant of Emperor Yuanjing. In Yang Hexing's original plan, the Yang family could rebel under Prince Fu's name, which would be a banner of righteousness.

However, with Yang Hexin's assassination of the emperor in the street, Yang Hexing's plans were also disrupted. The Yang family was forced to rebel ahead of schedule. Moreover, since they had already assassinated the emperor, it was meaningless to continue claiming to maintain the legitimacy of the royal family in the name of the Prince of Fu.

The value of Prince Fu's existence then disappeared.

On the contrary, Prince Fu had become a ticking time bomb. Once his identity was revealed, it could very well bring about other unforeseen changes, a situation that Yang Hexing clearly did not want to see. It was only because Prince Fu was a pure-blooded member of the Yang family that he spared his life, merely imprisoning him; otherwise, Prince Fu would likely have already perished. Of course, Yang Hexing's patience was limited; who knew when a malicious thought might arise in his mind, and that would be the moment Prince Fu met his end.

"In addition, our spies have seen several men in the Yang family's ancestral land who are very similar in build and appearance to Prince Fu, but younger. They have seen several of them, but we don't know exactly how many. We suspect that these men are Prince Fu's stand-ins, or even his sons." Qingluan continued after thinking for a moment.

Song Yan simply smiled without saying a word.

substitute?

It was definitely not just a substitute. Song Yan couldn't help but recall the fat men from that night and the way they attacked together... Although he didn't know what the Prince of Fu was doing with all these fat men who looked exactly like him, it must be related to cultivation.

As for the son?

For some inexplicable reason, Song Yan thought again of the skeletons of dozens of women who had given birth beneath the Prince of Fu's mansion. The mothers were removed, the sons kept, and then these sons were made to cultivate the same technique. Their bloated figures were very likely related to the technique they practiced.

Why did Kong Nianhan and Prince Fu raise their sons to be like this?
Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Song Yan's mind. They cultivated the same techniques and were his own sons, sharing the same roots. Could it be that the Prince of Fu was planning to absorb the internal energy of his sons after they had achieved success in their cultivation, and then break through to a certain realm in one fell swoop? For example, a Grandmaster?
If this speculation is true, then Prince Fu is no ordinary ruthless person. As a martial artist, Song Yan knows very well what the consequences of having one's internal energy drained are. At best, one will become a complete cripple; at worst, one could lose one's life on the spot.

What kind of bizarre method is this?

Song Yan suppressed his doubts: "Kong Nianhan and Prince Fu were just imprisoned obediently? Did they not do anything?"

"What can they do?" Qingluan sneered. "That's the ancestral home of the Yang family, a place teeming with experts, where seventh and eighth-rank masters are everywhere, and even ninth-rank masters are numerous. With Kong Nianhan and Prince Fu's strength, they probably can't do anything. If they stay put, at least their lives will be safe. If they really try to do something, Yang Hexing will probably take their lives directly."

Song Yan didn't think Prince Fu was the kind of honest person. Right now, Yang Hexing was focused on expanding his territory, and if he relaxed even slightly, Prince Fu might just explode.

"In addition, there are hundreds of ships docked at the port of Langya by the sea. Some of these ships are merchant ships of the Yang family, but most of them are seagoing vessels that the Yang family borrowed from the Japanese pirates. At the same time, a large number of wagons are approaching the port, and the wagons are full of grain." After thinking for a moment, Qingluan continued, "This grain should all be transported to the Haixi Grassland as payment to the Jurchens and Xiongnu."

Song Yan couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Damn it, who knows how many people in the Central Plains will starve to death this year, but the Yang family is sending hundreds of boats of grain to foreign tribes.

The Yang family are such bastards and traitors; it would be a disservice to them not to exterminate their entire clan and race for what they've done.

"These should be loaded onto the ship in a few days, and we should pass through the waters near Pingyang in about half a month. If Your Highness is willing, you should start preparing now," Qingluan reminded him.

"Willing? What intention? Since they want to transport grain, let them do it." Song Yan said casually.

Qingluan was puzzled.

Song Yan scoffed: "After the grain is unloaded, what will be on the ship when it returns to Langya?"

Qingluan was taken aback, but then immediately understood: "They are Jurchen barbarians."

“Destroying some grain is not very meaningful. Destroying the Jurchen elite is the only way to make Wanyan Guangzhi understand what pain is.” Song Yan lowered his eyelids and rubbed his teacup with his fingers. “Withdraw some of the spies from Langya City and keep an eye on these ships. I need to know when they will return and how many people are on board when they return.”

Moreover, as long as the Haixi Grassland is taken over, the Yang family's grain will still belong to them.

Pingyang City has also been requisitioning merchant ships and fishing boats for conversion, and some cannons have already been installed on them. For some reason, Song Yan's body trembled slightly. A strange image appeared in his mind: on the vast ocean, dozens of ships were lined up in a long snake formation, and dozens or even hundreds of cannons roared in unison. How earth-shattering that must have been!
The dense cannonballs drew graceful curves in the air before crashing heavily onto the ship filled with Jurchens. What a spectacular sight it would be when they exploded!

For a shark in the sea, that must have been a feast.

"Understood, Your subordinate." Qingluan nodded in agreement: "Oh, right, there's one last thing."

“We can’t plant too many people inside Langya City, but there are quite a few spies mixed in with the refugees outside the city. Normally, Langya City is under curfew and closed at night, but on the very night the news of Yang Hexin’s assassination of the emperor in the street reached Langya City, the city gates suddenly opened and several carriages went out, which our people happened to see.”

"Our men sensed something was amiss, so they quietly followed them and struck while they were resting. They killed all the servants and guards and captured six people alive. After cutting off a few fingers, these pampered young masters confessed. They were Yang Hexing, Yang Heshun, Yang Hexiao, Yang Hezhi, Yang Heming, Yang Heli, and Yang Hexin's grandson."

"It seems that Yang Hexing was worried that if the rebellion failed, the Yang family would be purged, so he prepared in advance to send some of his direct descendants away, so that even if the Yang family was wiped out, their lineage would not be completely cut off."

"I didn't know what to do with these people, so I took them all to Pingyang and handed them over to the guards of the Prince's mansion."

Song Yan's eyes suddenly brightened: "Bring it up, let me see."

Qingluan nodded slightly, stood up, and with a light tap of her toes, her figure disappeared from the tea room. When she reappeared, she was accompanied by a group of guards, each carrying a young man of about fifteen or sixteen or twenty years old as if he were a chick.

Once outside the tea room, he casually tossed the object aside, and the six of them fell flat on their faces.

Their robes were filthy, covered in dark brown grime, but the material was still quite good. Coupled with their delicate skin, they must have been used to a life of luxury. However, they looked quite miserable, with disheveled hair, pale faces, and sunken eyes, clearly having been tortured along the way.

Several people had lost several fingers, and their wounds were black and purple, suggesting possible muscle necrosis.

When they saw Qingluan, they all trembled uncontrollably, as if this woman, who was not bad-looking, was some kind of terrifying demon.

The timid ones curled up into a ball, wailing incessantly.

Yang Hexing wanted to leave some descendants for the Yang family, but unfortunately he encountered Qingluan, which meant the Yang family would be wiped out.

"Good, good, good, very good." Song Yan clapped his hands and laughed: "Qingluan, you did a very good job on this matter."

"You, take these to Granny Liang and tell her to treat our distinguished guests well and not to neglect them. Also, tell Granny Liang that she can play with them however she wants, but she mustn't kill them."

"This is the Yang family's last hope."

“In the future, we will kill these people one by one in front of Yang Hexing.”

Song Yan smiled broadly, eager to see Yang Hexing's expression when all the last remaining seeds were eradicated.

It must be amazing!
"Ziyu, bring me that box from the cabinet in my study," Song Yan called out.

Although there was no response, there was still some slight movement outside the tea room. After a few minutes, Ziyu returned, holding a small box in her hands.

The box was opened, revealing countless golden beans, each the size of a peanut. The dazzling golden light almost blinded Qingluan; the box was densely packed with golden beans, their number unknown.

"Qingluan, you did a great job." Song Yan pushed the box full of gold beans in front of Qingluan: "Brothers, you've all worked hard. Take it back and share it so that all the brothers can have a good New Year."

Even though Qingluan was quite knowledgeable, she still trembled slightly upon seeing such a grand gesture.

Your Highness, the Prince of Yan, is truly a generous master.

Unlike the Ninghe Emperor, they sometimes even had to raise funds on their own.

However, since Emperor Ninghe had already passed away, such thoughts would be somewhat disrespectful. Qingluan quickly suppressed her thoughts, took a deep breath, stood up and thanked Song Yan, then carefully held the box in her arms, bowed again, and turned to leave.

Song Yan stretched and walked out of the tea room, only to find that it was already completely dark.

He was in a fairly good mood and planned to rest early today, then go to the arsenal tomorrow to urge them on, as the production speed of muskets and cannons was still a bit slow.

Thinking this, I unknowingly arrived at the bedroom door.

Upon arriving, Song Yan noticed that candlelight was on inside the house, indicating that Tian Xuan must have returned.

Song Yan didn't think too much about it and pushed the door open. As soon as she entered the room, she was surprised to find two figures in her bedroom.

One is Luo Tianxuan.

The other one is Luo Tianyi.

The two seemed to have just taken a bath, their bodies were still damp and carried a faint scent of osmanthus soap.

At the ends of her hair, crystal-clear water droplets slowly fell.

When Luo Tianxuan saw Song Yan, she acted normally, while Luo Tianyi lowered her head, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Even with Song Yan's experience, he was somewhat bewildered by the sudden scene. What was going on? Why was his sister-in-law here?

Just then, Luo Tianxuan got up and came to Song Yan's side. She gently took Song Yan's large hand and led him towards the bed. She stood on tiptoe, brought her fragrant lips to Song Yan's ear, and whispered something soft and sweet, full of magnetism, as if it contained a hazy temptation:

"Master."

"Tonight, let us sisters serve you."

(End of this chapter)