Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 603 (Seven Thousand)
The night wind whispered.

cool.

Snowflakes piled up again on the big tree in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, as if they were draping the bare branches in pure white cotton clothes.

The room was burning bamboo charcoal, so it didn't feel very cool.

For a moment, Song Yan felt a brief blank in his mind. When he looked at Gao Yang, he was still kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

A small hand was placed under the chin, palm facing up, as if afraid that something would fall from the corner of the lips and dirty the ground.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her long, swan-like neck moved gently, making her exceptionally alluring.

Gao Yang's service was wholehearted. She didn't care about her own discomfort or whether it was shameful. In Gao Yang's heart, as long as Song Yan was comfortable, that was enough. This wholehearted service brought unparalleled enjoyment, which made Song Yan almost sink into this gentle paradise.

The lingering, exhilarating sensation slowly returned to Song Yan's focus. Gao Yang's body was full and voluptuous; the thin, gauze nightgown could barely conceal her beauty, making her even more alluring in the hazy light. The Golden Kidney, the Hundred Flowers Mirror, and the Tiger Penis Wine meant Song Yan needed no rest. After letting out a heavy breath, Song Yan spoke again: "Gao Yang..."

"Your Highness?" Gao Yang tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes seeming to ask Song Yan if there were any other instructions.
"Get down."

Her already flushed cheeks looked even more radiant, and a hint of mesmerization flashed in her dark eyes once more. Gao Yang knew what was about to happen; it was the most important moment of her life.

My mind is a bit confused, and my feelings are somewhat complicated.

I was a little scared, I heard it would hurt.

She was also somewhat looking forward to it; she was finally going to become the prince's woman.

She was also somewhat embarrassed, as her final secret was about to be completely exposed to the prince.

Gao Yang didn't speak, but quietly got up from the ground. Perhaps she had been kneeling for a while, because her knees were a little red and her legs were a little numb. Her plump body swayed, like a soft and weak willow branch swaying gently in the breeze, and her two fair hands rested on the table.

Lower back pressure.

It curves gracefully and mesmerizingly.

The 'human' mark became even clearer at this moment.

Song Yan exhaled heavily. Gao Yang was an extremely beautiful woman with a great figure, and her buttocks were probably the most beautiful part of her body... It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she had the most beautiful buttocks in Da Ning.

Perhaps, hundreds of days and nights ago, when she first met Gao Yang, she was already deeply fascinated by him.

He stepped forward slowly and used both hands to control Gao Yang's full waist.

lean in
That perfection, I have finally possessed completely!

……

The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged woman in her forties looked up at the inn's sign, pondering softly. A cold wind swept by, causing the hair at her temples to sway. Snowflakes drifted down, about to fall on the woman, but seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, drifting and swaying naturally around her cheeks, slowly landing on the ground.

This woman must come from a well-off family. She wore a wide-sleeved blue satin blouse with cloud patterns, and when she lightly raised her fair wrist, a jade bracelet appeared and disappeared.

Although she is over forty, her eyebrows are like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes are like autumn waters holding a deep pool. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes do not detract from her appearance, but rather add a touch of wisdom and tranquility honed by the years.

Her graceful figure was accentuated by the sash, and her Xiang skirt trailed on the ground like rippling waves as she moved. Her demeanor was more elegant than youthful, just like the maple leaves that became more vibrant with autumn colors and the forest that became more enchanting with the twilight.
A beauty mark at the corner of her lips adds to her charm.

The charm remains!

These four words are the most fitting description for this middle-aged woman.

Behind the woman stood two other women of similar age, but of vastly different statuses. They stood respectfully behind the woman, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.

In terms of appearance, figure, and demeanor, they are incomparable.

"Fenglai Inn..." the middle-aged woman scoffed.

Dong Yunshu!
One of the Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect.

She had traveled extensively and had seen many inns. Over the decades, the signs of inns had remained largely unchanged, with names like Yuelai Inn, Tongfu Inn, and Youjian Inn being the most common. More elegant names included Zhuangyuanlou, Fengcailou, and Tianranju. Fenglai Inn was truly a first for her.

This uncommon name piqued Dong Yunshu's curiosity:
"Well then, it's getting late. Let's spend the night at the Wind Inn."

The two women behind him bowed their heads simultaneously: "We respectfully obey the orders of the Supreme Elder."

Dong Yunshu frowned slightly, her expression displeased: "I've told you many times, don't act like this when you're out and about. Our target this time is the Prince of Yan. The entire city of Pingyang is full of the Prince of Yan's spies. Your actions will easily attract their attention."

The two women were somewhat embarrassed and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Seeing the two of them, Dong Yunshu sighed with a hint of helplessness.

These two people are named Li Qinghan and Zhang Zhenzhen.

As elders of the Hehuan Sect who handled internal affairs, they held high positions and wielded considerable power. However, the two also had another identity: they were the personal disciples of this Supreme Elder, having cultivated under her tutelage for over thirty years and reaching the ninth rank of martial arts. Perhaps due to her overly strict teaching style, they had developed a habit of trembling with fear before their master.

"Alright, from now on, you two just follow along when there are people around, but don't speak out of turn." Knowing that the two's habits couldn't be changed overnight, Dong Yunshu could only give them a word of advice before taking a step and walking towards the Fenglai Inn.

The inn's main door was open.

The large hall was very quiet.

The tables, chairs, and benches were all neatly arranged. Perhaps because there were few guests staying at the inn, if you looked closely, you could even see a thin layer of dust on the ground.

A chubby shopkeeper was fast asleep, slumped over the counter. Dong Yunshu frowned, walked over, and tapped the counter twice with her slender white fingers.

The shopkeeper, Feng, trembled slightly as he lifted his somewhat bloated body from the counter. His eyes, crowded together by the fat on his face, blinked for a while before finally focusing. He looked at the three women in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Gentlemen, are you looking for a room?"

Dong Yunshu almost couldn't help but laugh: "What you're saying is quite strange. This is an inn. What else can we, the three of us, do if we don't stay here?"

The innkeeper winced slightly, then pointed to the door and said, "If you're looking for lodging, you'd better find somewhere else."

Not only Dong Yunshu, but also Li Qinghan and Zhang Zhenzhen were completely baffled. This was the first time they had ever encountered such a strange innkeeper. What kind of innkeeper would turn away guests?

"Is the restaurant full?"

"No, you three are one of a kind."

"If that's the case, why make the three of us leave?" Dong Yunshu was becoming more and more curious. She hadn't left the Hehuan Sect for decades, and it seemed that the world outside the sect had completely changed and become something she couldn't understand.

As soon as Dong Yunshu said this, Manager Feng's face immediately wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and he sighed heavily: "The three ladies are unaware of what has happened at our Fenglai Inn. I'm afraid you don't know what has happened here."

Dong Yunshu's curiosity was completely piqued: "Could someone have died?"

Manager Feng immediately gave a thumbs up: "Madam is truly amazing, you've hit the nail on the head. That's right, someone has died in our inn."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yunshu remained calm, while Zhang Zhenzhen and Li Qinghan showed a hint of disdain on their faces. They thought something had happened, but it was nothing more than someone dying... For ninth-rank martial artists like them, who didn't have a few lives on their hands?

Dead people are probably the thing they care about the least.

After a brief pause, Manager Feng continued, "Moreover, it wasn't just one person who died; it was many, many people who died."

Dong Yunshu raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"Madam is from out of town, so she probably doesn't know that right here in this inn, His Highness the Prince of Yan killed dozens of merchants from Jin, and later killed several guards of the Xiongnu prince. Several months ago, also in this inn, he killed a group of Xiongnu spies who had infiltrated Pingyang... There are probably over a hundred people who have died here in this inn."

“It’s true, I’m not lying to you three. His Highness Prince Yan really does come to our inn with a knife to kill people from time to time. For your safety, Madam, it would be better if you stayed somewhere else.” Manager Feng earnestly advised, “Everyone in Pingyang City knows that our Fenglai Inn is strange. Even though other inns are full, people would rather squeeze into the woodshed or stable than stay at Fenglai Inn.”

"With no guests, why don't you close the inn and find another way to make a living?" Dong Yunshu asked curiously.

Manager Feng shrugged: "Besides running an inn, we don't know how to do anything else."

Upon hearing this, all three fell silent.

That makes so much sense that I was speechless for a moment.

"Well, it's already covered in snow outside, so it's not a good time to look for another place. Just prepare three superior rooms for us, innkeeper," Dong Yunshu said casually, shaking her head.

"Alright, I'll listen to you." Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Manager Feng stopped talking and casually took out three keys: "Top floor, three rooms on the left."

"By the way, we won't be staying at this inn after midnight." After thinking for a moment, Manager Feng added, "If any of you three need anything, just let us know now, and we'll take care of it for you if we can."

Dong Yunshu raised an eyebrow: "Why is that?"

"Too many people have died, we're scared." Manager Feng blinked honestly.

When Zhang Zhenzhen and Li Qinghan heard the shopkeeper's honesty, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Then please make yourself at home, innkeeper. We have no other needs, just a bed to sleep in." Dong Yunshu smiled, then picked up three keys and led Zhang Zhenzhen and Li Qinghan upstairs.

The shopkeeper glanced at the three people's backs and quickly looked away. In a place where Dong Yunshu and the other two could not see at all, a pair of eyes the size of soybeans were flashing rapidly.

Something's off about these three.

Judging from their attire, the three women appeared to be ladies from a wealthy family.

However, it's unlikely that a lady from a normal family would be wandering around outside in the dead of night. Even when going on a long trip, she would certainly have a large number of guards accompanying her. Otherwise, three women could easily be targeted by someone with ill intentions. In addition, the fact that they showed no fear despite hearing that hundreds of people had died suggests that these three women were likely not ordinary women, but rather powerful martial arts masters.

He is now a formal employee of the Prince of Yan's mansion and has received professional training. Although he seems to be chatting idly with the three of them for a long time, he is also gathering information that he wants to know while talking.

When the three heard that His Highness the Prince of Yan would occasionally come to the Fenglai Inn with a knife to kill people, the woman in the lead remained relatively normal, but the two women behind her clearly showed a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Are these three martial arts masters after His Highness Prince Yan?

His Highness the Prince of Yan has a fondness for older women, especially married women and widows. This preference is almost common knowledge in Pingyang City. These three women are all older and still charming. Could it be that they came to Pingyang to seek His Highness the Prince of Yan's favor by offering themselves as his concubines?
Of course, the specifics were none of his concern; he only needed to convey the message to His Highness Prince Yan. With that thought in mind, Manager Feng moved unhurriedly, slowly tidying up the items on the counter, then yawning and swaying, he walked towards the door.

crunch.

The old door was slammed shut with a jarring sound.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against his face. The wind shopkeeper immediately shrank his neck, put his hands in his sleeves, hunched his back, and hurriedly left, seemingly unwilling to linger in the wind and snow for even a moment, and without any intention of hiding or concealing himself. Everything seemed so self-righteous.

Unbeknownst to Manager Feng, a pair of cold eyes silently watched his retreating figure. It was one of the three women from before. Only after Manager Feng's figure completely disappeared into the snow and could no longer be seen did Li Qinghan finally withdraw her gaze. Inside the bedroom, Zhang Zhenzhen was making the bed, while Dong Yunshu sat at the table, her fingers stroking a teacup, seemingly planning something.

Looking at Dong Yunshu's face, which was even younger than her own, Li Qinghan felt a little envious. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, her master was just a woman in her thirties or forties, but Li Qinghan knew very well that her master was already eighty-two years old. It was as if the frost of time could hardly leave too many marks on that face. Li Qinghan even suspected that when she was eighty-two years old, her master would still look so young.

The Classic of Yin and Su Nu!
It truly lives up to its reputation as the supreme secret manual of the Hehuan Sect.

The mere fact that it grants eternal youth has driven countless women crazy.

Even knowing that practicing this technique would involve enduring the torment of cold poison, and that the outbreak of cold poison would be extremely terrifying, potentially costing a person their life, people still flock to it.

Unfortunately, the eight Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect attached great importance to the "Extreme Yin Su Nu Scripture," and apart from Hua Lianyue, the traitor who defected from the Hehuan Sect and established the Su Nu Pavilion, no one was able to cultivate this technique.

The disciples of the sect, though envious of the Su Nu Jing, dared not entertain any extra thoughts because the eight Supreme Elders were simply too powerful... After all, there might only be two or three Grandmaster-level martial artists in the entire Ning Kingdom, but among the eight Supreme Elders of the Hehuan Sect, four had clearly reached the Grandmaster realm, and the remaining four were stuck between the Ninth Rank and the Grandmaster realm, and could take that step at any time if they wanted to.

It was precisely because the cold poison eruption at the Grandmaster level was so terrifying that he had been hesitant to step into that realm.

The strength of the Hehuan Sect is beyond imagination.

Unfortunately, the eight elders were trapped by the cold poison and dared not use their strength at will. The more they used their internal energy, the faster the cold poison grew, and the easier it was for them to lose their lives.

Just like this time, the plan was to kidnap Prince Yan, Song Yan, who possessed the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," but the only force that the Hehuan Sect could mobilize was Grandmaster Dong Yunshu, who had just survived a round of cold poison outbreak. Apart from the other three Grandmasters, two were on the verge of a cold poison outbreak, and one almost lost his life during the last cold poison outbreak. They were currently trying their best to slow down the accumulation of cold poison and dared not use their internal energy at this time.

A few random thoughts flashed through her mind, and Li Qinghan pursed her lips and looked at Dong Yunshu again: "Master, the shopkeeper has left."

“Master once said that there are spies of the Prince of Yan everywhere in Pingyang City. Could that shopkeeper be a spy who went to inform us? If Song Yan finds out about our plan, it may be detrimental to our next move.”

Dong Yunshu chuckled and said, "Absolutely impossible. Anyone could be Song Yan's spy, but the shopkeeper is the only exception."

"What kind of spies would specifically inform you before delivering a message?"

Li Qinghan's expression froze for a moment, then she realized it made a lot of sense.

Putting everything else aside, Manager Feng's face alone doesn't look like that of a spy.

After a brief pause, Li Qinghan couldn't resist her curiosity and asked again, "Master, Hua Lianyue is currently pregnant and her strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Luo Tianxuan is in Dongling, and there are no Grandmaster-level experts in the Yan Prince's mansion. Why don't we just storm into the mansion and kidnap Song Yan? Why waste time here in this inn?"

Dong Yunshu was always very patient with her apprentices, and she was not angry when she heard this. She simply tapped her fingers lightly on the table: "There are indeed no experts in the Yan Prince's mansion now. Ziyu seems to have not left yet, but even if Ziyu were still here, she would definitely not have the courage to fight this elder. The only ones who can be called combat experts are probably Luo Tianyi and Yu Shuang from Yunhai Mountain."

"Two mere ninth-rank officials are nothing to me. I can easily eliminate them with one hand."

"However, the guards of the Prince of Yan's mansion are all elite soldiers selected from the army. They are fully armed and armed with bows and crossbows. These people are a threat."

"Moreover, as you have seen along the way tonight, the vast Pingyang is constantly patrolled by Black Armor Guards. The Prince of Yan's residence must be of utmost importance. If we fail to abduct Song Yan in time and he becomes entangled, a large number of soldiers can surround the residence in a very short time, which will be quite troublesome."

"However, I have heard that Song Yan is very concerned about military affairs and various workshops. He often travels between the workshops and the military camp. Even if he has guards with him, the number of guards will definitely be much less than that of the guards of the Prince's Mansion. That is our opportunity."

Li Qinghan's face was filled with admiration.

As expected of an old man who has lived more than forty years longer than me, his thinking is truly thorough.

Just thinking about Prince Yan, Song Yan, makes me feel sorry for him. If he were captured... eight, a full eight old women in their eighties and nineties.

Moreover, once Song Yan becomes the antidote, the Hehuan Sect will definitely loosen restrictions on the cultivation of the Su Nu Jing (Scripture of the Plain Maiden), and at that time, the entire sect may have hundreds or even thousands more women who need detoxification.

Just like a grandmaster from the past!
Tsk tsk, you might as well be dead.

……

A-choo.

Inside the Prince of Yan's residence, Luo Yuheng, who was not sleepy at all, suddenly sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, her pretty face full of strange thoughts. Who on earth was thinking about her behind her back?
Could it be my husband?
Unfortunately, the wrinkles on her stomach haven't faded yet, so it's not the right time to serve her husband. Calming herself, Number Two Luo Yuheng sat cross-legged on the ground, her top-tier grandmaster-level internal energy slowly circulating through her body, seeping into the wrinkles, attempting to erase those lines!

It's on the other side.

In the bedroom, Gao Yang was already lying on the bed, fast asleep.

Song Yan pulled the blanket over Gao Yang's alluring body.

Gao Yang was not a cultivator; she was just an ordinary woman. For an ordinary woman, the desires for the Golden Kidney, the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror, and Tiger Bone Wine were ultimately insufficient to fully withstand the effects of the Golden Kidney. After only two times, Gao Yang could no longer bear it and fainted.

Song Yan naturally wouldn't disregard Gao Yang's health and cause him unnecessary distress. After tucking him in, she went out. The effects of the tiger bone wine had worn off somewhat, and the cold wind outside was hitting her face, gradually extinguishing the heat in her chest and abdomen.

He was very energetic and not sleepy at all.

Song Yan leaned against a pillar in the pavilion, silently watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, lost in thought. Suddenly, a figure appeared amidst the swirling snow.

The figure moved very fast, swirling snowflakes that drifted freely in the air.

As a fragrant breeze wafted over, the person was already in front of Song Yan.

It is purple jade.

A few snowflakes still clung to her temples.

Song Yan moved aside to make room, and Zi Yu sat down next to him without any hesitation.

"out?"

"Ok!"

"Those people from the Hehuan Sect contacted you again? What's it about this time?" Song Yan was quite curious. Ever since Ziyu came to his side, those people from the Hehuan Sect would contact him from time to time, probably assigning a lot of tasks each time. Ziyu never complied with them, either doing a perfunctory job or simply ignoring them. Occasionally, they would send over some ambiguous or unimportant information. After all this time, the Hehuan Sect still hadn't suspected Ziyu.

Song Yandu thought that those people in the Hehuan Sect must have something wrong with their brains.

This time, Ziyu didn't answer directly. Instead, she tilted her head and said, "Right now, it's just the two of us here. Haven't you ever suspected that I'm planning to harm you?"

Song Yan chuckled and said, "If you wanted to harm me, I would already be a corpse back in Dongling City."

"Alright, at least you have a conscience." Ziyu pursed her lips: "The Hehuan Sect is sending people, and their target is you."

"It should be a high-ranking official like a Supreme Elder. At least one Grandmaster will be dispatched. I'm not sure I can protect you."

Song Yan's laughter grew even louder: "I thought it was something big, but it's just that the Hehuan Sect wants my life... well, maybe they don't want my life, but my body. It's nothing to worry about."

The old woman who imparted her skills to Luo Yuheng was a member of the Hehuan Sect.

The so-called Supreme Elders mentioned by Ziyu were probably contemporaries of that old woman, and might even know her.

That old woman had been suffering from the torment of the cold poison, and it's likely that the Supreme Elders of the Joyful Union Sect were no exception.

Currently, only I possess the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror, and I have cultivated it to a certain level. In other words, apart from myself, no one else in the world can cure the poisoning of those Supreme Elders of the Joyful Union Sect.

Therefore, his life is not in danger.

The thought of those elders being old women in their eighties or nineties sent a chill down Song Yan's spine. Compared to being kidnapped by those people, he would rather bite his tongue and commit suicide!
At least I can leave behind a clean reputation in the world.

Of course, those old women in their eighties and nineties might not look that old because of their practice of the Su Nu Jing (a Buddhist scripture), but they still look terrible... Although the women he, the Prince of Yan, currently has are all older than him, he prefers older women or young wives and doesn't like the "hard dishes" (a more mature, less conventionally attractive type).

"Don't worry, there are plenty of people in this world who want to kill me. Compared to Wanyan Guangzhi and Suochuoluo, what is the Hehuan Sect?" Seeing Ziyu's brows furrowed and her worried expression, Song Yan smiled and comforted her.

That's true. Although the Hehuan Sect is powerful, it's still not on the same level as Wanyan Guangzhi and Suochuoluo, who can mobilize tens or hundreds of thousands of troops.

After a brief pause, Song Yan spoke again: "Do you know when they will be coming?"

"Probably today."

Song Yan nodded slightly: "I see. It seems we need to mobilize all the Embroidered Uniform Guards."

Just as he was saying this, Zhang Long hurriedly walked in, followed by a chubby man. Upon seeing Song Yan, the man quickly came over and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, the manager of Fenglai Inn has something important to report."

The innkeeper of Fenglai Inn.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at the chubby man.

Speaking of which, ever since Song Yan felt that the Fenglai Inn was a bit eerie, he assigned it to the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard). As for Manager Feng, he was a legitimate official, earning fifty taels of silver a month to keep the Fenglai Inn running. He just wanted to see if any fools would dare to jump into this hellhole again.

Song Yan even granted this Manager Feng a special privilege: if anything happened, he could be brought directly to her by the guards without needing to report.

"Manager Feng, has something happened?" Song Yan asked.

He was about to make a contribution again. Although it had been freezing cold all the way, Manager Feng's face was flushed. He knew that his prince was never the kind of person to be stingy: "Your Highness, today, three people have checked into Fenglai Inn."

"These three are all women."

Upon hearing this, Song Yan's eyes suddenly brightened, and even Zi Yu's eyes flashed with an eerie light.

"What does it look like?" Song Yan asked hurriedly.

"Judging from their appearance, they are all noblewomen in their forties, but their demeanor and mannerisms make them seem more like martial artists," Manager Feng hurriedly replied. "Moreover, they must have come for the Prince."

"What do these three people look like?" Ziyu couldn't help but ask.

Shopkeeper Feng then gave a rough description of the three people's appearances, and after thinking for a moment, added: "Oh, right, one of them has a black mole on the corner of his lip."

“Dong Yunshu!” Ziyu immediately gave a name: “The Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect.”

This Wind Inn is truly a bit eerie.

Song Yan let out a heavy sigh: "In that case, things will be much easier."

"Zhang Long, go to the barracks and have Shi Lei and Batu transfer twenty Hongyi cannons to me!"

I'd like to see whether a Grandmaster-level martial artist is stronger or the Red Barbarian Cannon is more powerful!

(End of this chapter)