Chapter 31 A Massive Social Disaster? No, It's Meeting the In-Laws!
The two had just broken through that barrier and were snuggling together, enjoying the tender moments after Yan Linye's survival and Yun Zhan's loss of virginity... ah no, it was the tender time after they became engaged, as if pink bubbles were floating in the air.
Yun Zhan lay on Yan Linye's uninjured side of his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and the soreness in his body seemed less unbearable. Yan Linye's fingers gently twirled through his hair, his eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown a person.
"Does it still hurt?" Yan Linye asked in a low voice, referring to Yun Zhan's discomfort.
Yun Zhan's face flushed red, and he buried his face even deeper, muttering, "What do you think?! You beast!"
Yan Linye chuckled softly, his chest heaving with a pleasant resonance: "It was my fault. Next time..."
"You dare to do it again?!" Yun Zhan suddenly looked up and glared at him, but the movement was too big and pulled on a certain part, causing him to wince in pain, "Ouch..."
Yan Linye felt both sorry for him and amused, and quickly rubbed his waist, saying, "Okay, okay, there won't be a next time, there won't be a next time." The doting tone in her voice was almost overflowing.
Just as the sweet atmosphere between them was reaching its peak, a commotion suddenly arose from outside, growing louder as it approached, accompanied by Chen Feng's distinctive booming voice:
"Your Highness! Your Highness, how are you?!"
"I heard you were attacked? How badly were you injured?!"
"Let's go in and see the prince!"
Startled, Yun Zhan sprang up from Yan Linye's arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on! The movement was so forceful that it aggravated his aching muscles and an overused area, causing him to howl in pain and almost bring tears to his eyes.
"Oh no! People are coming!" Yun Zhan panicked and lost his composure. He didn't even care about the pain anymore and frantically searched for his clothes on the ground. His outer robe, inner garment, and belt were scattered all over the ground, making the scene look like a fierce battle.
He grabbed a piece of clothing and tried to put it on, only to find that it belonged to Yan Linye and was more than a size too big. He quickly pulled out his own clothes, his movements clumsy like a koala trying on clothes for the first time, grimacing and making meaningless hissing noises as he did so.
Yan Linye leaned against the headboard, watching his flustered yet adorable appearance, his smile deepening, feeling he couldn't get enough of looking at him. He said softly, "Slow down, no rush."
"What's the rush!" Yun Zhan didn't even look up, hastily putting on his clothes with a crooked belt. "If they saw us like this...like this...would I even be able to live anymore!"
He had a lot of pride! Even though it might be gone by now.
After Yun Zhan managed to tidy himself up to look presentable, Yan Linye slowly lay back down, pulled up the blanket, and pretended to be seriously injured and weak before calling out, "Come in."
The door was pushed open with a bang, and a large group of people rushed in, led by Chen Feng. Strategists, generals, and even the courtesan Liu Yingying (Yun Zhan only then realized she had a name) who was in charge of intelligence were all there, their faces filled with anxiety and worry.
"Your Highness!" When everyone saw Yan Linye leaning against the headboard with a pale face and thick bandages wrapped around his shoulder (done by the old doctor), they immediately surrounded him.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
"Who is so audacious as to attempt to assassinate the Prince?!"
Chen Feng's eyes reddened, and he rushed to the bedside: "Your Highness! If anything happens to you, this humble general... this humble general..."
Yan Linye waved his hand, his voice weak: "It's nothing, just a flesh wound. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. I owe a lot to Brother Yun Zhan this time; he saved me."
Instantly, everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Zhan, who was trying to shrink into a corner and minimize his presence.
Chen Feng was the first to react. Without saying a word, this rough-around-the-edges guy knelt down before Yun Zhan with a thud, clasped his hands and said, "Young Master Yun! Thank you for saving the Prince! I, Old Chen, owe you my life!"
With him taking the lead, the group of military officers and strategists behind him, including Liu Yingying, all bowed to Yun Zhan in unison, and several even knelt down, saying:
"Thank you so much, Young Master Yun, for saving my life!"
"Young Master Yun's kindness will never be forgotten!"
Yun Zhan: "!!!"
He was so startled by the huge crowd of people bowing to him that he almost jumped up. His heart was pounding like a rabbit's, and he was jumping around like crazy!
A savior? Him? He was clearly the mastermind behind the assassination! This... he felt ashamed to accept this gift; it would shorten his lifespan!
"No, no, no! Get up! You can't! You can't!" Yun Zhan hurriedly waved his hands, his face turning bright red, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
At this moment, the shrewd old strategist stroked his beard and asked, "Young Master Yun, what exactly happened yesterday? Who were those assassins? Did they leave any clues?"
Here it comes! A fatal problem!
Yun Zhan's heart leaped into his throat, his eyes instinctively glancing towards Yan Linye. He stammered, "Ah? Assassins? Um... they... they were masked, I couldn't see clearly... they were quite skilled... and then... then I ran away with the prince..."
His speech was incoherent and full of holes.
Yan Linye found it amusing yet somewhat puzzled to see Yun Zhan so nervously trying to move his hands and feet together. The little guy seemed unusually anxious about the assassin? But he didn't dwell on it, assuming Yun Zhan was simply still shaken by yesterday's perilous situation, or perhaps unaccustomed to being questioned by so many people.
So he spoke up, naturally taking over the conversation, his voice still sounding "weak": "I have some clues about this matter, perhaps it's assassins sent from the capital. We'll discuss the specific details later. Yun Zhan was quite frightened yesterday, so please don't ask any more questions."
With the prince speaking, the crowd naturally stopped asking questions and felt even more grateful and respectful to Yun Zhan, their "cowardly" yet "loyal" savior.
Yun Zhan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced gratefully at Yan Linye. Yan Linye returned a reassuring look.
These subtle, flirtatious exchanges might not have been noticeable to others, but the perceptive Liu Yingying noticed them all. From the moment she entered, she sensed that the atmosphere between Yun Zhan and the Prince was somewhat unusual. Yun Zhan's swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, the occasional reproachful yet dependent look in his eyes when he glanced at the Prince, and the Prince's seemingly "weak" yet undeniably joyful and tender gaze…
Liu Yingying understood, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
At this moment, Yun Zhan felt extremely uncomfortable being surrounded by his enthusiastic subordinates, and all he wanted to do was escape this huge social disaster scene as soon as possible. He quietly moved back, trying to slip out the door.
Yan Linye, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He reached out and grabbed his wrist with perfect accuracy, his strength gentle yet leaving no room for refusal.
Yun Zhan: "..." There's no escaping it now!
Yan Linye was displeased to see them trying to leave. He and his sweetheart had just poured out their hearts to each other, and were about to enjoy a tender moment when they were interrupted by this group of clueless fellows. Looking at the group, who showed no sign of leaving, especially the rough men who were clamoring to stay and "take care" of him, he frowned slightly and directly ordered them to leave:
"I'm fine. You can all go back and do your own thing."
Chen Feng retorted, "That won't do! Your Highness, you're so badly injured, how can you leave without someone to take care of you? I'll stay and serve you tea and water!"
Another general chimed in, "Yes, Your Highness, let me guard you!"
Yan Linye remained silent, feeling the veins throbbing on his forehead. These brothers were loyal, but sometimes they were just too tactless!
Just as the atmosphere was becoming a bit tense, Liu Yingying stepped forward gracefully, her voice melodious and pleasant: "General Chen, General Li, what His Highness needs now is quiet rest. With Young Master Yun here to take good care of him, he will certainly be more suitable than you clumsy people. We should not disturb His Highness's rest here."
As she spoke, she winked at Chen Feng and the others, her gaze sweeping meaningfully over Yan Linye's hand that was tightly gripping Yun Zhan's wrist.
Although Chen Feng and the others were rough around the edges, they weren't completely stupid. Following Liu Yingying's gaze, and combining it with the prince's earlier defense of Young Master Yun and his slightly impatient expression now, they belatedly realized what was going on...
"Uh...yes, yes, yes! Miss Liu is right!"
"Your Highness, please rest well! This subordinate takes his leave!"
"Young Master Yun, the Prince is entrusting his affairs to you!"
The group of people suddenly realized what was going on, their faces showing ambiguous yet knowing smiles. They hurriedly bowed, then pushed and shoved each other, winking and exchanging glances as they left the room, and very "thoughtfully" closed the door behind them.
The world is finally quiet.
Yun Zhan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had fought a tough battle and was completely exhausted.
Seeing his relieved expression, Yan Linye couldn't help but chuckle. He gently pulled the man back to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Everyone's gone, why are you still nervous?" He stroked Yun Zhan's slightly flushed cheek with his fingertips.
Yun Zhan glared at him and said irritably, "It's all your fault!" If it weren't for him, would he be in such a sorry state?
"Hmm, it's my fault." Yan Linye readily agreed, pulling him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head, and sighing contentedly, "Now, at least no one will bother us."
Once again, only the two of them remained in the room, and an atmosphere of ambiguity and tenderness returned.
System Xiaoqi silently recorded: [Target's subordinates collectively expressed their gratitude, host's guilt value +100. Target successfully extricated themselves from the predicament, favorability +50. Bystanders successfully cleared the area, two-person private time achieved. System evaluation: Although the process was tortuous, the result... barely meets the host's (current) needs.]
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