Chapter 1625 – Confronting Nan Sheng, Killing An Huan (Thirty-Seven)
The Xichang Prince cautiously inquired.
“What if I refuse?”
Hua Yuan replied indifferently, “Do you think you’re the only man with a few pounds of flesh between your legs? There are plenty of men who can make women pregnant. Choosing you is just because your status can make Duo Xi Gong lower his guard. If you spend enough time alone with the princess, he won’t suspect a thing.”
To put a green hat on An Huan takes time and space for the affair to unfold properly.
Initially, requesting Hua Yuan to be An Huan’s “male pet” was merely about his useful identity; An Huan wouldn’t suspect it.
Hearing this, the Xichang Prince’s fingers trembled uncontrollably.
If there truly existed a regret medicine in this world, he would prefer to stay in Xichang rather than be here.
“I can’t believe… that this is your plan… Do you really think you can control everything?”
Hua Yuan’s next words became the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
“I won’t keep an unknowing and useless person around. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll cut out your tongue and chop off your hands, leaving you to survive in a brothel for a few days. If I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll give you a swift end.” Hua Yuan smiled, “Of course I can’t control everything, but I can control your life and death. You should think carefully about what’s truly important. Once you’re dead, there’s no hope left. If you can endure humiliation and live on, you might have a chance to turn things around. You’re a smart person, you should know how to choose.”
Hua Yuan saw through the Xichang Prince completely.
Though the prince pretended to resist, his heart and eyes were filled with ambition and schemes, ready to go to any lengths to achieve his goals.
Hua Yuan despised such hypocrites, who wear a facade while being vile beneath. Clinging desperately to their last shred of dignity was pathetic.
How shameless!
What Hua Yuan intended to do was to peel off this disgusting facade and expose the ugly truth beneath.
“You, heh, will you do it or not?”
Hua Yuan’s voice sounded like a decree from hell, scaring the prince to sweat profusely, the sticky sweat quickly soaking through his inner garments.
With an almost agonized and desperate voice, he howled.
“I’ll do it! Isn’t it fine if I do it!”
He didn’t even dare to use the term “lonely” to refer to himself anymore.
He was too scared to.
Looking at the prince, who seemed more dead than alive, Hua Yuan let out a disdainful scoff, mocking his pretentiousness. As long as he acted tormented and struggled enough, it seemed he could cover up the dark thoughts and ambitions inside him, blaming everything on Hua Yuan’s coercion…
So hypocritical it made one nauseous; being honest would be more pleasant.
Hua Yuan’s plan was proceeding meticulously.
He wanted to implant a vast grassland into An Huan’s mind, where he could raise sheep and run horses freely, but needed the other involved party to agree as well. Compared to the Xichang Prince’s hypocrisy and half-heartedness, the Xichang Princess was far more straightforward, which made Hua Yuan see her in a different light.
Of course, this was also related to the fact that Hua Yuan revealed to her that An Huan couldn’t conceive.
Being unable to bear children meant she would forever be just a tool for An Huan’s pleasures, her shelf life shorter than her youth.
Once her looks faded, An Huan wouldn’t care for her anymore, and others would forget her even more.
The princess was just a concubine, a fragile woman who couldn’t control her own fate.
Not every woman could transform into someone like “Liu Xi” and become a person of great power; even fewer could aim to be a helmsman of the world. Most women suffer like unrooted floating weeds in times of chaos, where the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous her situation.
Men validate their strength by conquering them, while women rely on jealousy and vying for men’s affections as their capital.
An Huan’s inability to make her pregnant effectively cut off the princess’s future and hopes.
She agreed to Hua Yuan’s plans, only silently shedding tears in the dead of night. She didn’t understand why some women lived enviable lives—like Jiang Pengji—while others must have their fates dictated by others. She was the high and mighty princess of Xichang; how did she fall to such depths? Hatred and jealousy twisted her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
How unfair fate is!
She believed her talents were remarkable, her ambitions no less than a man’s.
If she had a starting point like Jiang Pengji and so many loyal followers, she could certainly do as well as her.
Unfortunately, these hypotheticals would never come true.
Jiang Pengji was unaware of any of this, and even if she knew, she wouldn’t care.
Not being envied is a sign of mediocrity. Being so outstanding and strong, if she wasn’t envied by others, wouldn’t it mean she was still within the realm of mediocrity?
Compared to anything else, she preferred to hunt, barbecue, swim in winter, and fish on a cold winter day…
“None of these hobbies seem to relate to work. How do you do this without your subordinates revolting?”
Yang Tao draped a thick fox fur cloak over his shoulders, his feet hanging over the edge of the boat, a portion of his foot submerged in the icy river water. If one looked closely, they would see that his torso was bare, wearing only loose trousers that covered him loosely, wet long hair cascading down.
He had just crawled out of the river; his winter swimming buddy was still in the water.
Who was Yang Tao’s winter swimming buddy?
You might not believe it, but it was once his deadly rival, now his boss, Jiang Pengji…
“Getting used to it is key.”
Jiang Pengji rolled back into the water, swimming two or three lengths with grace, as if she were a water nymph born from the river.
“How can you possibly get used to it?” Yang Tao nearly laughed himself silly, “Everyone has a different fate; if it were Shaoyang, he’d have me torn to pieces!”
“They’d love to tear me apart, but isn’t that just because they can’t win?” Jiang Pengji surfaced with a smile, “If I don’t create trouble for them, they’ll be grateful to heaven and earth. Zixiao and the others will help me handle unimportant paperwork, picking out what I need to see personally…”
“Liu Gong, your viewpoint seems a bit twisted.”
Yang Tao laughed as he reached out a hand, pulling her up effortlessly.
Jiang Pengji grabbed the cloak and wrapped it around herself, tucking her flowing hair behind her ear.
The two of them swam with guards on the river during the winter.
Yang Tao was an excellent swimmer, but he didn’t expect Jiang Pengji, raised in the north, to be so good as well. Exhausted, he clambered onto the boat to rest while Jiang Pengji frolicked in the water. He genuinely wondered if her stamina could carry her all the way upstream.
“That’s not twisted; that’s the truth.”
Former rivals coexisting peacefully, the dried fish folks found it thrilling, but what thrilled them even more was Yang Tao’s physique.
【Your Yida】: Although I was once a die-hard fan of Lady Cimei, after seeing Yang Tao’s angelic physique, I think I want to climb over!
【Clear Wind Tissue】: He doesn’t show much in clothes, but once he strips, the hormones practically overflow the screen!
【Deep Sea Fish Roll】: Don’t stop me; I want to cry over this Yang Tao!
