Chapter 49
About three years ago, Grandmother was making ginger soup in the kitchen, and Luo Yan and Zhu Yun were keeping vigil around the brazier to welcome the New Year.
On a whim, she described her home from her previous life, saying that there was a glass greenhouse in the front yard with a swing inside, and a long swimming pool in the back yard, where her parents specially created a small warm water area for her.
In order to make Zhu Yun understand, she replaced some of the words. Unexpectedly, he secretly memorized them and decorated the valley according to the "home" she mentioned.
"How could I not like it?" Luo Yan gently pinched his earlobe and softened her tone. "But staying at home voluntarily is one thing, being restricted in personal freedom is another. I can't accept that psychologically."
Zhu Yun said coolly, "Except for the bamboo forest on the outer edge, you can come and go freely in the rest of the place, which is equivalent to the size of two Qingyuan Villages."
The implication is that she had lived in Qingyuan Village for three years without getting tired of it, but couldn't stand staying in his territory.
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“If you miss your grandmother, I will send someone to fetch her immediately.” He cut off Luo Yan’s words. “Storybooks, clothes, and food can be purchased at any time. Don’t you want to learn martial arts? Horse riding and archery, pharmacology, and swordsmanship will keep you busy for a while. If all else fails, I will find some women from the headquarters to keep you company.”
Not wanting to be outdone, Luo Yan gritted her teeth and, after a long pause, finally managed to say, "Zhu Xiaoyun, you're not cute at all."
"Hmm." Zhu Yun curled her lips in a mocking smile. "I've never been as likable as others."
Luo Yan's hand pressed against his heart, and Zhu Yun felt his heart pounding rapidly.
Her hysteria was undoubtedly a passionate expression of love in his eyes. He forced himself to calm his breathing, yet his heart was pounding with excitement. Was she finally going to take this step?
A sweet joy welled up in Zhu Yun's heart. He forcibly suppressed the smile on his lips and slapped her hand down.
Zhu Yun waited with a mixture of joy and arrogance for Luo Yan to propose to him.
But it didn't happen...
Luo Yan only told him not to marry Yang Ruoyun, but showed no intention of getting close to him.
After her expectations were dashed, Zhu Yun became somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"Luo Yan, how dare you interfere in my marriage? Let me tell you straight, the General has already decided to marry his daughter to me. How can you possibly stop him?"
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room, then locked the door.
"Luo Yan, tell me, if you won't let me marry Yang Ruoyun, then who should I marry?"
Zhu Yun considered that Luo Yan might have been too embarrassed to speak while she was outside, so he made sure to close all the doors and windows tightly.
He thought that Luo Yan would give him a formal answer this time, and turned around happily, only to be stung by a white expanse.
It was a patch of white skin on her chest, her collarbone gleaming with a dazzling light, her jet-black hair contrasting cruelly with her pale skin.
She threw her coat on the ground like she was throwing away a piece of trash.
Zhu Yun suddenly felt that she had been severely insulted.
That's not what he's after.
Zhu Yun wanted to turn around and leave, but Luo Yan lowered her head and silently pulled off his belt. She touched his Adam's apple, hooked her arms around his neck, her lips were icy cold, and her neck was also icy cold as she pressed against his neck. Her legs were like a merciless snake strangling him.
Zhu Yun wanted to push her away and question her about her intentions. But lust always has the power to destroy all reason, instantly engulfing him.
After a long, tender moment, Zhu Yun grew even angrier. He roughly pushed Luo Yan's legs off his waist and coldly mocked,
"You think you can win me back with just a few words? Luo Yan, you underestimate me."
"As long as you don't marry Yang Ruoyun, you can marry whoever you want."
He pressed down on her, gripping her neck... not too hard, but with a strong warning.
"I've said it before, I don't want to marry Yang Ruoyun, but the noblewoman from the general's family. I don't want to say it a second time."
"The general was afraid you would cut off his supplies, so he sent his daughter to keep a close eye on your movements... She's a spy sent by the general to watch you... Cough cough... Is that alright?"
Zhu Yun let go of her hand. He hadn't expected that Luo Yan's decision not to let him marry Yang Ruoyun was actually for his own good.
But since she cares about him so much, why doesn't she just be more forceful and order him to marry her?
"Don't worry about it, I have my own plans."
Zhu Yun only gave this cold reply, and Luo Yan's heart pounded.
She cursed inwardly. She had already tried to persuade him, and she had done everything she could. If Zhu Yun insisted on marrying Yang Ruoyun, there was nothing she could do.
After all, she only promised to help persuade the prince, but she didn't promise that she could definitely do it. How could she have such great ability?
Zhu Yun got dressed, pushed open the door and went out, and Jinzhan quickly came to greet her.
"Your Highness, is there anything you wish to instruct me to do?"
"Let Luo Yan go, don't stop her. I want to see what kind of trouble she can cause."
He wanted Luo Yan to make their relationship public.
Jinzhan simply agreed... It's better to avoid trouble, so why would she create problems for herself?
"I'm going to visit the general, and I need to bring my shadow guards with me."
A silent man emerged from nowhere; his name was Jiang Jiuzhou, and he was Meng Qing's master.
"Your Highness, I will risk my life for you."
"Stay close to me and don't let the general find out."
The general invited him to stay overnight at his home, but Zhu Yun wanted to see what he was really up to.
Now that he has control of the supplies and the initiative is in his hands, the general should indeed be in a hurry.
He frowned, finding it somewhat strange.
The general didn't show himself; instead, he led him to a secluded room.
He looked impatient and gestured towards the roof beam.
A pebble landed on the ground with a soft thud. Jiang Jiuzhou stayed there to ensure Zhu Yun's safety, which put Zhu Yun at ease.
He wanted to see what this general was really up to.
With a creak, the door was pulled open, and Yang Ruoyun, wearing a silk skirt that she rarely wore, walked in mischievously.
She dawdled, taking two steps forward and then three steps back, refusing to actually come in.
She awkwardly covered her face, feeling disappointed and bitter.
If her father was truly in a difficult position, she was willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good, but he practically pushed her out through gritted teeth, showing her not a shred of pity whatsoever.
Why did her father treat her like this?
The general actually pulled this stunt... Zhu Yun felt a bit disgusted and couldn't help but look down on him a little.
The once spirited general is now old, his beard is white and his mind is confused. He actually wants his daughter to do such a disgraceful thing.
"Let's go back, Miss Ruoyun."
He didn't look at her, but pulled the door all the way open and quickly walked into the yard.
Yang Ruoyun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and followed him into the courtyard. Normally loud-voiced, she now mimicked the soft hum of a mosquito.
"This humble girl thanks Your Highness."
Zhu Yun frowned and turned her face away.
"Where is the General? I will go directly to him..."
He looked somewhat impatient. He regretted coming; he thought something serious had happened, and this had only added to his annoyance.
Yang Ruoyun quickly pointed Zhu Yun in a direction and ran away awkwardly.
Zhu Yun walked in without any politeness. He was in a bad mood because he had been disgusted for no reason today.
"General, you should pay your respects to me."
He, Pingyun, is easygoing and doesn't care about such things, but not today.
The general's expression changed, and he gave a proper salute.
"Is Your Highness dissatisfied with my daughter?"
Zhu Yun got goosebumps all over her body, feeling extremely disgusted. She turned her mouth down and clenched her teeth.
"I will not marry your daughter, nor will I embezzle the army's rations."
The general's expression changed; how could he believe such a casual promise?
"Does Your Highness already have a chosen wife?"
"I will officially marry Luo Yan in six months."
He left after saying those words, unable to bear it any longer.
Zhu Yun had thought the general was plotting to assassinate him, which was why he deliberately lured the snake out of its hole to meet him. He never expected that he had overestimated the general.
He absolutely has to take a good bath when he gets back to get rid of the bad luck.
Originally, as soon as Zhu Yun left, Luo Yan wanted to go and see Qin Sizhao, but Jinzhan stopped her.
Today, Jinzhan kept a close watch on her, full of conviction, and wouldn't let her guard down for even a moment.
She also wanted to smoothly take the money home to become a matchmaker. She didn't want to get married and have children; she only wanted to raise three little raccoons: one with a round, adorable face, one with long, beautiful fur and a cool personality, and the last one with a soft body and a sweet voice.
If Luo Yan causes her any trouble and makes her suffer punishment, her dream of taking the money home to raise her little raccoon will be shattered.
"Oh, Your Highness, why are you back so soon?"
His face was cold and gloomy.
"Tell the servant to prepare bathwater; I'm going to get rid of this bad luck."
When Jinzhan saw that the prince was in a bad mood, she quickly hid far away, fearing that she would suffer an undeserved disaster.
Luo Yan stood behind the artificial hill, tilting her head like a little snake, secretly observing Zhu Yun. He was indeed in a bad mood. Was it because he had been rejected by Yang Ruoyun?
Zhu Yun turned around and met Luo Yan's gaze from a distance.
Luo Yan was looking at him, watching him intently. She didn't even notice a wisp of white willow catkin landing on her nose, as she was focused on secretly observing his reaction.
The gloom vanished instantly, and Zhu Yun's mood improved immediately.
He walked behind the artificial hill and removed the willow catkins from the tip of her nose. Luo Yan lowered her eyes, so all that could be seen were her sharp, slightly mischievous eyes.
Zhu Yun lifted her chin, and Luo Yan opened her eyes. Her allure and arrogance were mixed with Zhu Yun's in her eyes, forming a cold and slick beauty.
He thought, these are the eyes of a hunter, not the eyes of a prey; she's like a cold-blooded animal.
Before he dies, he will surely recall Luo Yan's aloof and arrogant appearance, like a handful of glacial water laced with aphrodisiac.
He pressed her against the artificial hill and began kissing her lips, then her neck.
She seemed very dissatisfied, her thumb and forefinger gripping his Adam's apple, choking him.
"What? You got rejected by the noble lady of the general's family, so you come here to show off your power?"
She applied more force to her hand, as if a cold python were coiling around her neck. Zhu Yun felt a surge of excitement and continued to press forward, ignoring Zhu Yun's pleas.
Snap—
Luo Yan coldly shook her hand; the slap had stung her hand. He should have apologized to her hand properly.
"If you have a problem, go get it treated. Don't come here to show off."
She gave him a disdainful look. Zhu Yun wouldn't want anything to happen outdoors in broad daylight, would she?
Luo Yan took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands and returned to her bedroom.
It seems that Zhu Yun really ran into a big snag with Yang Ruoyun, so he's trying to get his revenge on her.
Luo Yan sneered. Zhu Yun really treated her like a toy, sticking to her when he needed her and kicking her away when he didn't.
Now that Yang Ruoyun dislikes Zhu Yun, he is probably feeling his dignity has been damaged and will try to get it back from her.
She was so angry that she was about to smash the decorations on the table when Zhu Yun walked in. She casually threw the thing in his face.
Zhu Yun steadily caught the ornament and placed it on the table. He had just finished showering, his hair was still dripping wet, his thin jaw was somewhat pale, and his long eyelashes were also wet and drooping down, casting a shadow.
Luo Yan was slightly surprised; it turned out he could catch it.
She threw things at him before, and he didn't even flinch. Was it on purpose?
He pounced on her impatiently, just as Luo Yan had anticipated. She brushed his bangs aside, revealing his eyes and eyebrows.
Zhu Yun looked at her defined jawline, inserted his fingers between hers, and then pushed her down onto the bed.
After a passionate embrace, Luo Yan whispered in his ear:
"Did you run into a snag with Yang Ruoyun, that's why you came to me?"
"No, I don't need to marry her."
Zhu Yun was unusually honest for once. But this answer could only be considered honesty, not candor.
He wanted to see her do everything she could to stop him from getting married, but he also felt that his own feelings were becoming increasingly obvious.
At least for now, he didn't want Luo Yan to feel like he was just a dispensable backup option.
He bent down and kissed her.
The thought of her peeking at him from behind the artificial hill, with a tuft of willow catkins on the tip of her nose, made his heart soften.
"So, do you still want to marry Yang Ruoyun?"
She muttered softly, and Zhu Yun really couldn't bring herself to say anything that would upset her.
"I will not marry her."
He saw Luo Yan smile contentedly, nestled in his arms like a kitten.
He held her, constantly checking the shape of her spine with his palm. Her bones were hard, and her body was stiff. When he exerted force, he would feel a sharp pain, but that subtle pain always brought him a special kind of pleasure.
Sanglin is a Miao ethnic minority.
A handsome young man dressed in white is practicing boxing in the garden, reviewing the moves he has just learned.
Four or five onlookers stood under the eaves, two of whom looked alike and were clearly siblings. The younger sister tugged at her brother's sleeve, proudly saying, "I told you long ago, there's nothing Young Master Ye can't learn. Just look at the force of his punches."
Miao Zhuo clapped his hands and laughed, turning to look at the white-haired servant: "Uncle Zhou, your young master is exceptionally talented; you can't find ten like him anywhere in the martial world."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared on the roof and shot a poisoned plum blossom dart at Ye Ning.
Ye Ning dodged in time, kicking Bing Lan and sending out a crescent-shaped longsword. Just as he was about to fly after him, the masked man waved the crimson letter, gently placed it on the roof tile, then spread his arms and leaned back, disappearing like a swallow.
Leng Mingyue, who was originally sitting inside the house wrapped in a cloak, quickly came out when the masked man appeared. She said to Ye Ning, "This person has superb lightness skills and has a bit of the elegance of Bujianchun."
"The Moon-Viewing Pavilion displays its elegance."
Ye Ning said this, and then quickly took the letter. Unfolding it, she saw incredibly familiar handwriting: Invitation.
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