You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

The flower hall of the Marquis of Yong'an's residence.

Marquis Yong'an, Zhao Yu, felt restless and uneasy.

He was about forty years old, with fair skin, a short beard, and dressed in a casual ochre-colored satin robe with floral patterns. He held a cup of pre-rain Longjing tea in his hand, but didn't drink a drop for a long time.

The bloody power struggles in the imperial court and the subsequent new policies weighed heavily on the hearts of all the nobles.

Although Zhao Yu inherited the title of marquis, he had no real power in the court. In the past, he lived a life of wealth and leisure, relying on his family's influence and some low-profile businesses.

But now the emperor has made it clear that he wants to make an example of them, and the Yongning Marquis's Mansion is a bloody precedent.

"My lord, my lord!" A servant in blue rushed into the flower hall, panting and pale.

Zhao Yu was already annoyed when he saw this, so he slammed his teacup on the table and snapped, "What's the rush!"

"Is the sky falling down?"

The servant knelt down with a thud, stammering, "No, no... it's Madam! Madam, she..."

"What's wrong, Madam?"

Zhao Yu's heart tightened. His wife, Qin, was beautiful, but she was a bit spoiled. Could it be that she had gotten into trouble outside again?

At this critical juncture, we cannot afford even the slightest disturbance.

"Madam...Madam returned from outside, but didn't go back to the manor. She went directly to...to the 'Qinfang Garden' villa in the west of the city!"

The servant lowered his voice, his expression strange: "And...and he only had his personal maids Chuntao and Qiuju with him."

"return……"

"They were also accompanied by an unfamiliar young man, who was extremely handsome and had an extraordinary air about him. The two of them..."

"The two went in together and haven't come out yet."

"Zhao Si, the gatekeeper, recognized that the young master was not one of the people who frequently visited the manor. Sensing something was amiss, he quickly returned quietly to report the news!"

Clap!

The celadon teacup in Zhao Yu's hand fell to the ground and shattered, the scalding tea splashing onto the hem of his robe and the top of his boots.

A surge of heat rushed to my head, my ears were ringing, and my vision blurred.

Qinfangyuan!

That was a villa he had acquired in his early years. It was a quiet and elegant place where Qin would occasionally stay for a while to relax.

A strange man?

Go in together? Haven't come out for a long time?

"You bitch!"

Zhao Yu squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his face turning from white to green, then from green to red, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair behind him.

What a shame!

This is an utter disgrace!

Zhao Yu was, after all, the hereditary Marquis of Yong'an, a prominent figure in Yingtian Prefecture!

Qin Shi How dare she secretly meet her lover in broad daylight in his villa?

What do you take him for, this marquis?

Clay sculptures and wood carvings?!

"My lord, please calm down. Perhaps... perhaps it's a relative of the lady..." The old steward serving nearby tried to persuade him, but his voice lacked confidence.

"fart!"

Zhao Yu kicked over the low table in front of him, sending fruit plates and tea snacks tumbling to the floor: "What relatives need to be brought to the villa in secret?"

"And send the others away?"

"A pair of despicable people!"

"They must be up to no good! Do they think I, Zhao Yu, am a dead man?!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his anger burning fiercely in his chest, almost bursting out of control.

Over the years, he had many grievances against Qin Shi, finding her domineering and jealous. However, considering her good looks and a family background that was barely a match for his, and also because he had several concubines of his own, he turned a blind eye to her behavior.

I never expected this bitch to be so insolent!

She's even cuckolded him in her own villa!

If this gets out, Zhao Yu will become a laughing stock in the entire Yingtian Prefecture, no, in the entire Song Dynasty's elite circle!

"Guards! Gather all the guards in the manor, and come with me to Qin Fang Garden!"

Zhao Yu's eyes were bloodshot: "I want to see which reckless madman dares to touch my woman, the woman of the Marquis of Yong'an!"

"I'll skin him alive! I'll set him on fire!"

"My lord, please reconsider!" The old steward tried to persuade him further, "What if..."

"What if what?"

"This is my Zhao family's villa!"

"Catch them in the act!"

"I killed that adulterer on the spot." And who can say anything about it?

Zhao Yu was so enraged that he wanted nothing more than to drag that despicable couple out and tear them to pieces to vent his hatred.

......

Before long, more than twenty burly guards from the Marquis's residence, armed with clubs, swords, and knives, had assembled.

Zhao Yu changed into a neat, close-fitting outfit, topped with a dark cloak. His face was so gloomy it could drip water. He mounted his horse and lashed it hard on the rump with his whip: "Go!"

The horses galloped along, their hooves clattering, causing pedestrians on the street to scramble to make way for them.

Astride his horse, Zhao Yu's anger raged, and he cursed incessantly, "You filthy scoundrel!"

"You damned bastard!"

"He even dares to touch my woman, the woman of the Marquis of Yong'an!"

"You shameless servant girl, Qin, how could you commit such a despicable act?"

"Once I catch you, I'll definitely drown you in a pig cage!"

"And that adulterer, may he be skinned alive, his bones crushed and scattered to the winds!"

"quick!"

"Hurry up, all of you!"

His heart was filled with humiliation and rage, and he only wanted to rush to the villa immediately, expose the adulterous couple's shameful act, and take revenge in the most cruel way.

......

Qinfangyuan is located in a secluded place, and we arrived there in no time.

The black lacquered gate was tightly shut, and two servants from the Marquis's mansion were huddled in a corner dozing off. When they saw the Marquis leading a large entourage in a menacing manner, they were so frightened that they scrambled to their feet.

"Open the gate!" Zhao Yu reined in his horse and shouted sternly.

The two servants exchanged bewildered glances, one of them stammering, "Lord, Lord... the Madam has ordered that no one is to disturb us..."

"Bullshit!"

Enraged, Zhao Yu kicked the servant hard in the chest before he could finish speaking, sending him flying backward and crashing into the door with a thud.

"Smash it open!"

The guards rushed forward and quickly broke open the not-so-sturdy door latch.

Zhao Yu rushed in first, passed through the screen wall, and headed straight for the flower hall in the backyard.

There were several maids and servants brought by Qin Shi in the villa. When they saw this, they tried to stop them or report it, but they were pushed away by the fierce guards. Those who resisted were immediately punched and kicked, and cries of pain filled the air.

Zhao Yu paid no heed to this; all he could see now was the brightly lit flower hall from which faint sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard.

To him at that moment, the voice sounded like the lewd laughter of a lover, adding fuel to the fire.

Rushing to the front of the flower hall, I saw that the door was ajar, and the inside was brightly lit, but it seemed quiet.

With bloodshot eyes, Zhao Yu kicked open the carved wooden door!

Clang!

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The scene inside the hall came into view: a mahogany round table was littered with cups and plates, with leftover food still on the table, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine and food, as well as a faint, sweet and warm fragrance.

On the ground, several pieces of clothing were scattered, including a fine brocade robe worn by a young man, the same color the servant had described as the one worn by the "strange young master" earlier that day.

There was also a scarlet brocade cloak and a gold-embroidered brocade skirt with butterflies and flowers...

That's what Qin wore when she went out today!

The clothes were scattered haphazardly on the ground; the meaning behind it was self-evident.

Zhao Yu felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

His teeth were grinding together, his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his gaze swept like a venomous snake toward the moon gate leading to the bedroom on the inner side of the flower hall, where a thick brocade curtain hung.

"Adulterer" "Get out here right now!"

"My lord! My lord, you mustn't!" A servant, his face bruised and swollen, who had been standing guard outside the hall, rushed over and clung tightly to Zhao Yu's leg, screaming shrilly:

"It's expensive inside..."

"Your ancestors are nothing!"

Zhao Yu was not listening to any of the advice at that moment. He kicked the man away, picked up his sword, and charged to the moon gate like an enraged lion, kicking it hard again!

boom!

The door was kicked open, and the curtains swayed.

The inner room was warmer than the outer hall, and the candlelight was dimmed considerably.

On a lavishly furnished couch, a person toyed with an empty jade cup in their hand, seemingly just waking up from a slight intoxication. They looked up, their gaze unfathomable in the dim light.

It is the current emperor!

Further inside, behind a six-panel screen painted with landscapes, came the sound of dripping water, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen reflected on the screen, seemingly taking a bath.

All of Zhao Yu's anger, all his violence, all his roars, froze completely the moment he saw the face of the person on the bed, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. (Read "Wandering Among the Heavens as a Tyrant, You Don't Understand My Joy")

His arm, which was holding the sword, froze in mid-air. The muscles on his face twisted into an extremely bizarre expression, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints in extreme horror.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

He made a gurgling sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

His sword clattered to the ground, and his knees buckled as if all the bones in his body had been removed. He collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the polished gold brick floor hard.

"Your subject... Your subject Zhao Yu... pays homage to Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

How could it be the emperor?

How could that "adulterer" be the emperor?

Qin Shi...

She actually seduced the emperor?

A tremendous shock and an even deeper fear overwhelmed him instantly; his previous raging anger had long since vanished, leaving only a bone-chilling cold and overwhelming panic.

Lu Zuo put down his jade cup, slowly straightened his slightly open robe, and his gaze fell on Zhao Yu, who was prostrate on the ground, trembling like a leaf. His voice was unreadable: "Marquis of Yong'an?"

"Why are you barging in so aggressively, sword in hand? What brings you here?"

Zhao Yu felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his underwear.

His mind went blank; all the words he had prepared to accuse and berate the adulterer had now become the most deadly poison.

Does he dare say he's there to catch the emperor having an affair?

He wouldn't dare even if he had a hundred lives!

"My lord...my lord..."

"Your Majesty, I have come to escort you back to your residence... I do not know..."

"I didn't know His Majesty was here... I've offended His Majesty... I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly, and blood quickly appeared on his forehead.

"To take Madam back to the manor?"

Lu Zuo chuckled lightly: "You? Taking your wife home?"

These six short words were like six icicles, piercing Zhao Yu's heart.

He instantly understood the emperor's unspoken message...

I am here. Does your wife need you to come and receive her?

Who do you think you are?

A profound sense of humiliation, accompanied by an even deeper fear, swept over them.

Zhao Yu trembled violently, almost falling to the ground, repeatedly banging his head against the floor, stammering incoherently, "No, no, no! I dare not! I was confused!"

"I...I went home on my own!"

"I'll leave now! I'll leave now!"

"I have disturbed Your Majesty's enjoyment; I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

As he spoke, he scrambled to his feet, not daring to look at the emperor on the couch or the shadow behind the screen, and staggered backward out of the inner room.

She even reached out with trembling hands to gently and very lightly close the door that he had kicked open, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside.

After leaving the flower hall and returning to the courtyard, a gust of night wind made Zhao Yu shiver. He then realized that his back was already soaked in cold sweat and felt icy cold.

The guards stood there, bewildered, unsure what had happened. Zhao Yu looked at them, recalling his earlier roar, kicking down the door, and drawing his sword…

A wave of lingering fear mixed with endless humiliation surged into his heart, almost making him vomit.

"Get out! All of you, get back home!"

Accompanied by guards, Zhao Yu fled Qin Fang Yuan in a panic, like a stray dog. He rode on his horse, utterly dejected.

The anger had long since vanished, leaving only a chilling fear and a heart-wrenching humiliation.

His wife served the emperor in his villa...

And he, the husband in name only, could only kneel on the ground, kowtow and beg for mercy, then slink out in disgrace, and even close the door for them!

"Hahaha……"

He suddenly chuckled softly, but the laughter sounded worse than crying.

Green hat?

No, this is no longer just being cuckolded.

This is to trample on the dignity of Marquis Yong'an, Zhao Yu, and his ancestors, repeatedly and utterly!

But would he dare to be angry? Would he dare to speak out?

That's the emperor!

The emperor who could destroy the Yongning Marquisate with just a flick of his finger!

.....

In the following days, Zhao Yu locked himself in his study, smashing everything he could, but after the frenzy, he fell into a deathly despair.

Qin did not return to the Marquis's residence and continued to live in Qinfang Garden.

He dared not ask, much less accept the invitation.

Until that evening, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the eaves of the Marquis's mansion a poignant red.

An inconspicuous blue cloth cart quietly stopped at the side gate of the Marquis's residence.

Having dressed up meticulously and looking even more beautiful than before, Madam Qin got out of the carriage with the help of her maid.

She glanced at Zhao Yu, her eyes calm and unwavering, even carrying a hint of pity and... arrogance.

It was as if they were looking at an insignificant stranger.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found himself unable to make a sound. He knew where she was going and what she was going to do.

He even...had to personally escort her there.

"Madam...come back soon."

Madam Qin nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to get back into the carriage.

With a flick of his whip, the coachman sent the carriage rumbling toward Qinfang Garden in the twilight.

Zhao Yu stood at the side door, gazing in the direction the carriage had disappeared until it was no longer visible.

The autumn wind was bleak, lifting the hem of his robe and stirring up a ground covered with withered yellow leaves.

He was hunched over, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

He suddenly laughed again, the laughter echoing in the empty alley, filled with self-mockery, sorrow, and unspeakable humiliation.

The dignified hereditary Marquis of Yong'an was actually going to personally send his own wife to another man to enjoy, and even told her to "come back soon"...

What a irony this is!

What a humiliation!

But did he have a choice?

The emperor has taken a liking to his woman; if anyone dares to disobey him now, their entire family will be wiped out!

He could only swallow his pride and wear the glittering yet incredibly heavy "green crown," forcing a smile as he did so, lest he lose his balance.

"My lord, it's getting windy, let's go back inside." The old steward appeared beside him at some point and advised in a low voice, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Zhao Yu stopped laughing, his facial muscles twitched a few times, and finally turned into a numb, deathly silence.

......

Meanwhile, in a secluded courtyard in the western part of Yingtian Prefecture.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating several dark-skinned faces with high noses and deep-set eyes.

They were all dressed in ordinary Han Chinese clothing, but their eyes were sharp, their aura was powerful and deep, and their temples were bulging, clearly indicating that they possessed superior martial arts skills.

It was the Tantric master and his core disciples who had infiltrated the city some time ago.

"Has the news been confirmed?"

The leading guru was Tenzin's junior brother, who had spoken with the Jin envoy that day. His name was "Dorje," which means "Vajra" in Chinese.

"Confirmed, Master."

A disciple respectfully replied, "Our people monitor the imperial city day and night. Combined with the scattered information provided by our inside agents, we can conclude that the Song emperor has been leaving the palace incognito almost every evening recently, heading to a villa in the western city called 'Qinfang Garden'."

"They usually only bring two personal attendants to conceal their whereabouts."

"After staying in the villa for about an hour and a half, we returned."

"Qinfang Garden..."

Dorje Rinpoche narrowed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously twirling a string of black prayer beads on his wrist: "Find out whose property it is?"

"How is the defense?"

"We've investigated. On the surface, it's a wealthy merchant's villa surnamed Zhao, but in reality, it's connected to the Yong'an Marquis's residence."

"The guards are lax; there are only a few ordinary guards and servants."

"It seems that every time the emperor went there, it was to... meet a woman in secret."

The disciple spoke in a strange tone, saying that the emperor's lust for women was not necessarily a bad thing for them.

"Private meeting with a woman?"

Another master beside him, Tashi, with a gaunt face, sneered, "Emperors of the Central Plains are nothing more than ordinary mortals obsessed with physical appearances."

"This is a golden opportunity!"

"He had the fewest guards when he left the palace, and they were even more lax in his villa."

"They could infiltrate it and launch a sudden attack..."

Dorje Rinpoche raised his hand to stop him, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "We must not be careless."

"This scoundrel's martial arts are strange and powerful; even the commander of ten thousand men of the Jin Kingdom could not stop him."

Even if he indulges in women and lowers his guard, he is by no means an easy opponent.

"A meticulous plan is essential to ensure a successful strike!"

He glanced at his fellow disciples and capable students present: "Select eight disciples who are most skilled in assassination and coordinated attacks, and I will personally lead them."

"The rest of the team will provide support from the perimeter, in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

"Remember," Dorje Rinpoche's voice turned chilling, "the Living Buddha's decree is to take the head of this demon king who blasphemes against the Dharma."

"This operation must succeed; failure is not an option."

"Even if we can't kill him on the spot, we must severely injure him and uphold the prestige of our Tantric sect!"

"We will obey the Guru's decree!" the crowd responded in hushed tones, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

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