Chapter 11 The Master is Not Good
Chen Yanheng covered An Qin's mouth to stop him from pinching his throat, took him all the way out of the house, and ordered a new table of delicious dishes.
After dinner, Shen Yanheng forced An Qin to go for a walk on the street until he could no longer hold the things in his hands. Then he took the assassin's stiff hand and led him back to the mansion.
As soon as he entered the mansion, Li Yu came forward to greet him. He lowered his head and secretly glanced at the main hall, then winked at Chen Yanheng.
Chen Yanheng nodded, understanding, and took An Qin back to his room. He said regretfully, "Someone's coming from the palace. I'm afraid I'll have to go into the palace."
This is really great. An Qin said coldly: "Yeah."
Chen Yanheng took his hand and warned him like a reluctant husband before leaving: "If I come back late, you can go to sleep first and don't have to wait for me."
An Qin remained cold and said, "Oh."
Chen Yanheng didn't leave, and teased, "I told you not to wait, but you really won't wait?"
An Qin: “…”
Considering that tomorrow was the three-day deadline, and if he got the account book by then, he might even be lucky enough to meet the owner and be appreciated, An Qin sipped his lips and agreed with him: "Wait."
Chen Yanheng laughed out loud twice, and before leaving, he scratched the young man's tall nose and whispered flirtatiously: "I don't know when he will be back. If you have to wait, then... go to bed and wait."
It wasn't a nonsense, but Shen Yanheng deliberately lowered his voice, hinting at something, with a mischievous smile in his eyes, and pinched the young man's perky buttocks.
An Qin's whole body stiffened, and his chest heaved violently twice.
After Chen Yanheng left, An Qin was able to catch his breath again.
Fearing that the shameless villain would turn back halfway, he deliberately waited for an extra stick of incense before locking the door from the inside and turning Chen Yanheng's bedroom upside down.
Afterwards, he lured the servants away and searched the front hall, backyard, and servants' rooms, leaving nothing unsearched. Even the bottles and jars in the kitchen were searched. Not to mention any clues in the account books, he didn't even find any evidence of Shen Yanheng's many years in office.
It is almost impossible for a 26-year-old to rely on himself to step by step reach the position of Taifu.
The entire Taifu Mansion was like an empty shell for temporary resting place. Apart from some personal clothes and jewelry in the warehouse, there was nothing extra.
Unless this Taifu is fake, it only means that this person is unfathomable, resourceful and cunning, and must not be kept!
An Qin solemnly put all the things back in their original places, only took two steamed buns from the kitchen, and returned to the room. After filling their stomachs, they climbed up to the corner of the bed with their clothes on, grabbed the buckle of their belt, and waited quietly for Chen Yanheng to come back.
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Imperial Palace.
After entering the palace gate, Chen Yanheng changed into the palace sedan chair and headed towards the emperor's study.
The eunuch outside the door called out in a low voice, "Master Taifu," and without going in to report, he bent down and pushed open the door to invite Shen Yanheng in.
The Emperor of Daliang was sitting on the dragon throne reviewing memorials. He had a baby face and had just turned 37 a year ago, but there was not a single wrinkle on his face. In addition, he had no beard, so he looked about the same age as Shen Yanheng.
Standing next to him was a man dressed in black. He was Ying Nineteen, who was ordered to go to Fengyue Villa to get the account book.
Originally, he would not have been able to get the account book and return so quickly. Fortunately, he had made plans when Chen Gui gave him advice. On the way back, Ying Shijiu ran into the assassin from the villa delivering the account book, so he took the thing and returned early.
An Qin was in the Taifu Mansion, and Nineteen was afraid of ruining his master's plan, so he simply gave the things to Su Yingtian.
Su Yingtian and the master had been close friends since the time when he was still a prince. Privately, he was considered the second master of Fengyue Villa. Now he could sit on the throne thanks to the master's full support. Even the secret guards raised by Fengyue Villa were divided into a group and infiltrated into the imperial guards. It would be much safer for the master to send this account book to His Majesty than to send it to the Taifu Mansion where An Qin was lurking.
"Yan Heng is here?" Su Yingtian, sitting on the dragon throne, smelled a unique floral fragrance. He knew it was Chen Yanheng. He put down the cinnabar pen and raised his head. He picked up a thin blue book beside him and flipped through it with interest. "Don't take this out. If it falls into the hands of others, they will accuse you of treason and I won't be able to protect you."
Chen Yanheng sat down on the armchair: "The assassins at Fengyue Villa kept their mouths shut. Thanks to Your Majesty, I can still come here and breathe a sigh of relief."
Su Yingtian laughed dumbly, threw the account book to Chen Yanheng, and asked curiously, holding his chin, "Why, is there someone else who can make you lose face? Is it that assassin named An Qin?"
Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows.
"Master." Ying Shijiu took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve and quickly placed it on the coffee table next to Chen Yanheng.
Su Yingtian became even more curious: "Oh, you're injured."
Shen Yanheng untied his belt, revealing bruises covering half of his body.
A day passed, and the bruises on his body looked even worse than when he was beaten yesterday. His left shoulder, which was only white before this morning, now had a bruise from half a slap and a row of purple teeth marks.
Su Yingtian gasped, "In my opinion, you've done that child a great service. Even taking his life wouldn't be too much. If he likes you, just take him into your room. But be careful or he might succeed. I'll have to find time to burn three sticks of incense for you during my annual ancestral worship ceremony, lest you starve to death as a lonely ghost."
Chen Yanheng applied medicine to himself with one hand, rubbing it everywhere except the teeth marks on his shoulder.
After applying the medicine, he straightened his collar and said, "It is precisely because I saved your life that I cannot use it to repay the favor and take advantage of others in distress."
Su Yingtian: “…”
He glanced down at the memorial, wrote a few words quickly, and closed it. "Oh, I see your mouth and shoulders, you don't look like a gentleman who would be beaten."
Shen Yanheng: "If you get it by your own ability, it's worth getting beaten."
Su Yingtian: “…………”6.
"Aren't you afraid that your man will kill you by mistake?"
Chen Yanheng took out the manor owner's jade pendant and shook it, feeling confident.
Su Yingtian: “………………”
"I really should show those princesses and princesses who come to me clamoring to marry you what they're after."
"Of course they are of the same kind as Your Majesty. Please send them an invitation when you get married. It will be more lively with more people."
I'm afraid that by then those girls who regard Chen Yanheng as their lover will bite through the handkerchief.
Throughout the dynasties, there were many top scholars who passed the imperial examinations in their thirties or forties and became the sons-in-law favored by famous families. There were also many girls in their twenties who married men in their thirties. What's more, Chen Yanheng was an official of the first rank, second only to the emperor, and he was only twenty-six years old. The title of Taifu's wife had been vacant for a long time. Not only the famous ladies and royal daughters in the capital, but even Su Yingtian had intended to marry his third princess to Chen Yanheng. After all, he was eleven years older than Shen Yanheng, and he could bear to be called "father-in-law".
It's just a pity that this good person doesn't like soft and fragrant beauties, but instead likes hard and strong men. That would be fine, but she also uses such a sick method.
It's not a good idea to repay a life-saving favor, but you can behave like a hooligan to others just because you changed your identity?
Fortunately, he did not listen to the queen's nonsense and almost pushed his precious daughter into the wolf's den.
"Forget it. If there's anything you need help with, feel free to tell me. Wanwan has been pretending to be sick since she came back from your house last time. I'm afraid you'll have to go before she'll obey."
"I do have something I would like to ask for your help, Your Majesty."
"Yan Heng, just say it straight. I told you back then that there's no need to be so polite between you and me..."
"Send an order to summon me to the palace before noon tomorrow, and dispatch a group of highly skilled and unfamiliar guards to accompany me."
Without waiting for Su Yingtian to ask why, Chen Yanheng said in a rather sweet and distressed tone, "I'll give him the account book tomorrow. I'm afraid there will be a tough battle. He knows most of the secret guards in my mansion, so it's not convenient for him to show up."
Su Yingtian: “…” There’s no need to be so impolite, just call him Your Majesty.
Su Yingtian hesitated to speak, but finally waved his hand and asked the eunuch to draft an imperial edict. Later he realized that he had followed Chen Yanheng in such a foolish act, and sat at the desk, pinching his brows.
Wait, let him think about it.
If he remembered correctly, the child named Anqin seemed to be only three years older than the prince, and one year younger than his eldest daughter who had already started her own family.
He actually helped Chen Yanheng to deceive people who were the same age as his own children... Su Yingtian let out a heavy breath and secretly cursed Chen Yanheng as a "beast" in his heart.
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It was already dark when Chen Yanheng returned to the Taifu Mansion. He felt relieved when he heard Li Yu report that his wife had not had dinner but was not hungry, so he went to the kitchen and took away two steamed buns.
The scene of An Qin leading everyone to the kitchen to eat secretly could not stop appearing in his mind. His smile grew wider. He patted Li Yu's shoulder and strode towards the dormitory.
Li Yu, who was inexplicably photographed, asked: Is the master sick again?
The dormitory was pitch black. Chen Yanheng groped his way into the room. With the help of the moonlight, he could barely see the dark shadow on the bed. He took off his boots and pulled down the gauze curtain beside the bed.
Lying down in the quilt with his clothes on, feeling warm, Chen Yanheng reached out and pulled An Qin, who was wrapped in three layers of clothes, over.
The young man in his arms was much more obedient than before. It seemed that he was planning some killer move. Thinking of this, Chen Yanheng put his hand into his clothes with peace of mind.
An Qin's body stiffened.
Chen Yanheng had already touched the innermost layer of clothes, paused outside the collar for a few seconds, and then pinched two points on his chest through the clothes.
An Qin's body trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he was shocked and angry in an instant.
"Did it hurt you?" Chen Yanheng leaned against An Qin's back and whispered in his ear, "Turn around."
An Qin shrank back, hesitated for a moment, and turned around reluctantly to face the shameless tutor.
Chen Yanheng said, "Take off your clothes yourself."
This is absolutely impossible. An Qin remained indifferent and pretended not to hear.
Chen Yanheng opened his mouth, the word "account book" on his lips. An Qin sensed what he was about to say, and with a determined heart, he tore open his three shirts, took them off in no time and stuffed them aside so that he could put them on at any time in an emergency.
Shen Yanheng chuckled softly and pulled the quilt over his head.
An Qin lay straight with his fists clenched, and the next moment he was pulled. He heard a man's smacking sound in his ears, and then he felt a wetness in his chest.
An Qin was struck by lightning when he realized what Chen Yanheng had done. A crack appeared on his expressionless face. He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. His whole face was covered with humiliation, and the corners of his eyes were red with anger.
As expected, Shen Yanheng was hit by two more punches and only let go when he couldn't bear it anymore.
He humbly coaxed the sulking man with a few words, and finally agreed to give him the account book two hours earlier, at noon tomorrow. Only then did he coax the man into falling asleep in his arms.
It was still the same as the previous few days, just stripping him naked, and at most kissing and biting him. The close body made An Qin clearly feel that there was no change in Chen Yanheng's other parts that a man would have.
Taifu, it really doesn’t work!
An Qin pulled his arm out of the man's arms a little. The humiliation he had just suffered seemed to be much better under the great shame of "being unable to do this as a man".
An Qin regained his composure and was held tightly by Chen Yanheng. From the initial anxiety he felt at first, he became calm and composed now. He could even sleep peacefully next to his mortal enemy, just like the person next to him.
The last day of the three-day period arrived in the blink of an eye.
At dawn, an imperial decree was issued from the palace, ordering all ministers of the third rank and above to enter the palace before noon today to fast together in preparation for the sacrificial ceremony half a month later. Since they had to fast for several days, they were allowed to bring one family member into the palace with them.
The eunuch who was in charge of announcing the decree was ordered to go to the Taifu Mansion first. After he announced the decree in a sharp voice outside the main courtyard, he hurried to the next house before the Taifu opened the door.
An Qin had never participated in any sacrificial ceremony, so he naturally didn't know that even the royal family only needed to burn incense and bathe three days in advance. He thought that the palace was heavily guarded and it would be difficult to sneak in. So he waited for the eunuch to finish his decree and then took out the antidote: "This is the antidote for Qi Jue Powder. Give me the account book."
Chen Yanheng glanced at the green pill. It only had a new medicine coating, and it was still only a temporary detoxification. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This little assassin is really... insidious and cunning.
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng with a slap mark on his face: I never take advantage of others, I always kiss my wife based on my ability
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