Chapter 8.1 Fire In Qingliang Courtyard (Part 1)
Sang Yuanyuan's heart suddenly had a surge of impulse.
More than ever, she wants to leave this dark place and go to Sang state.
Staying far away from these horrible guys.
Han Shaoling raised his hand and pressed heavily on her shoulder.
She did not dare to move at all, just like a prey whose throat was held by a predator. She knew that once Han Shaoling really did such a terrible thing to Meng Wuyou, then, he would no longer feel even the slightest guilt at all in front of her. He will 'pass through the hall into the inner chamber' in a dignified manner, and possess her completely.
She, will be by such a man's side, shares him with a body which is neither human nor ghost, for all her life.
A shiver rose from the bottom of her heart, but her posture was still upright, and her expression was completely calm.
At this very moment, she can only pray that Meng Wuyou will continue to have good luck hovering on top of her head.
Han Shaoling's complexion was still a little pale, but he was no longer in the state of horror and depression. He waved his hand to signal the maidservant to withdraw and let Sang Yuanyuan pour wine for him.
"To King You!" Han Shaoling drank the wine with a smile and said in a loud voice, "Sang'er, fill it to the brim!"
Sang Yuanyuan served the wine, then sat quietly on the side.
She felt like a woman from a good family who had been taken captive by the mountain bandit.
Sitting by Han Shaoling's side, she can see You Wuming who sat on the opposite side as long as she slightly raises her eyes.
You Wuming seems a little dispirited, slightly tilted his chin, looking at the starry sky outside the Palace, pouring and drinking by himself.
"Heh." All of a sudden, he laughed softly and said, "King Han, are you that afraid of me?"
Han Shaoling's thick eyebrow had a slight frown. His cold inquiring eyes fall on the other party's slightly delicate throat.
You Wuming unconcernedly said, "this play comes out one after another. Was it afraid that I will be bored and in a spur of the moment, slaughter your whole Capital city of Han?"
Han Shaoling followed along his gaze and glanced outward. He then saw that under the thick fluffy smoke, a ferocious flame had leaped out of the eaves.
The palace attendant that was delivering a message arrived in a hurry : "Reporting——The Qingliang courtyard has caught fire and fanned by the wind, now it spread to the empty Fengxu[1] Courtyard! The Commander is putting out the fire with all his might!"
It seems as if You Wuming doesn't take himself as an outsider at all. Hearing these words, he propped himself up with the table and stood up right away and walked out lazily.
Han Shaoling took a deep breath and strode to keep up. All the officials in the hall hurriedly pushed aside the table and got up, tagging along after their Lord and rushed towards the place where the incident happened.
Aunt Ling took out the cloak from the maidservant's tray and tied it to Sang Yuanyuan and supported her to watch the fun from a distance.
The fire started from the Qingliang Courtyard.
Han Shaoling had just ordered his personal bodyguard to deal with Meng Wuyou's matter in Qingliang Courtyard.
Now, something happened.
The bodyguards in the palace are all cultivators. They carry a huge wooden bucket full of water, take the water from the moat, run back flying and dump about a ton of water onto the fire.
Some people even jumped up, from high above, as if pouring the rain, splashed down the whole bucket of water from the top of the hall, making a huge roaring sound, splattered countless big and small sized shining white water droplets.
There were many wooden decorations in the Imperial Harem, including huge carved wooden windows and doors that were connected to the roof. The hall was also decorated with layers of curtains, which is why it burns so fast.
[1] Fengxu : Feng-Phoenix, Xu-empty. Can't find the right translation. Either it's Empty Phoenix, which is kinda weird name, or Reserved for Phoenix.
Chapter 8.2 Fire In Qingliang Courtyard (Part 2)
The fire was soon put out, leaving only smoke.
Qingliang Courtyard was burnt black thoroughly, the nearby Fengxu Courtyard was also tragically affected, with a half of it also burnt into ashes.
After the situation was under control, all of them simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and began to prepare for the aftermath.
The Guard Commander's face was entangled and escorted two people that were drenched thoroughly like a chicken in the soup, to Han Shaoling.
You Yingyue and Jiang Jinyuan.
Han Shaoling: "......"
Sang Yuanyuan: "......"
This, is purely an accident.
She just wants to keep the small life of Jiang Jinyuan and also scare You Yingyue at the same time.
Who could have thought there'd be fire?
You yingyue was terribly frightened for real. Like a little chick, she hugged Han Shaoling and didn't let go: "Han Lang! Han Lang! He, he ran to my courtyard and set the fire to burn me! Han Lang upholds justice for me wuwuwu[1]......I'm so scared, wuwuwu......"
You Yingyue used to be so arrogant. A large part of the reason is that she has Hui Yi, a strong cultivator in Clear Spirit Base by her side——She killed people and set fire at the front and Hui Yi would always take care of the aftermath for her. Now Huiyi had been executed by Han Shaoling, she seems to have lost her eyes and arms. Now met with mishap, her mind immediately collapsed.
Jiang Jinyuan was also frightened. He was awakened by the smoke. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he found himself lying on the same bed with Han Shaoling's concubine. Dark smoke billows behind the curtain, all frightens him so much that it just feels like being reborn and then dies immediately afterwards. He wakes You Yingyue up at once and beckons her to flee outside.
As a result, not only the woman did not feel grateful towards him, instead, she pulled and yelled at him. While the two were entangling with each other, they saw someone carrying a huge bucket rushed into the room, and gave the man and woman on the bed a biting cold.
It's really inexcusable.
"Teacher, It's not me who set the fire. I also don't know how I was there......I didn't do anything, really. Teacher......" Jiang Jinyuan is withering like a pheasant that has been hit by a rainstorm.
"Han Lang upholds justice for me, wuwu, wuwu......Gah[2]!" Half way crying, You Yingyue suddenly saw You Wuming standing on the side, leering at her with a faint smile on his face. She was so scared that her tears, snots, and voice were all choked back inside. The drenched clothes seemed to freeze in an instant, so cold that made her start to shiver and tremble.
"Ro, Ro, Royal, Brother." She let go of Han Shaoling and moved towards You Wuming with two trembling legs.
She originally wanted to kowtow delicately, but halfway through, her leg became soft and fell straight downwards, conveniently carrying out the big ceremony of 'casting the head and limbs on the ground'.
You Wuming softly chuckled.
"Royal Younger Sister, haven't met for years, but you have better manners than before. It seems that, King Han teaches you well. "
As soon as this man opened his mouth, it seemed to bring along the aura of silence, and in the twinkling of an eye, neither the sound of crow nor sparrow could be heard around.
Occasionally there was a crackle of burnt wood, which appeared unusually abrupt.
Jiang Jinyuan was also frightened into stupidity.
The ruins of the whole fireground was like a silent boundary, frozen up strangely. All the focus is on You Yingyue's body, waiting for her to break the ice.
You Yingyue just straightly fainted.
[1] wuwuwu : sobbing sound.
[2] gah! : choking sound.
Chapter 8.3 Fire In Qingliang Courtyard (Part 3)
You Wuming's whole face becomes weird. He took two steps forward, stretched out a hand, and pinched the heavily patterned collar on You Yingyue's back between his thumb and index finger. He lifted the upper part of her body as if he was lifting a small insect.
He bends his body slightly, leaned his head and looked at You Yingyue's face. Then he very innocently looked towards Han Shaoling : "Royal Younger Sister was so happy to see me that she fainted."
He dropped You Yingyue down and stood up. He wiped his hands with another piece of silk cloth and squinted at Jiang Jingyuan.
Jiang Jinyuan was so scared that he shrank behind Han Shaoling.
"Ah." You Wuming sighed, "King Han is really generous. The honored guest from Tiandu pays a visit, and you let my Royal Younger Sister warmly entertain them......The etiquettes were done really thoroughly. "
Han Shaoling's face turned blue. He carefully protected Jiang Jinyuan behind his back and said in a cold voice, "King You please be cautious with the words. There must have been a misunderstanding regarding this matter. "
His personal guards have gathered up and carefully surround Jiang Jinyuan in the middle, in case You Wuming suddenly launches an attack.
Everyone feels that today's matter won't go well anymore.
However, You Wuming smiled happily and hugged his arm. His expression becomes less dangerous : "I will just assume that Little Nephew Jiang is somewhat more noble. Presumably, Brother Han will not disappoint me."
Han Shaoling's face is somewhat greener.
You Wuming smiled like a little devil: "Don't send counterfeit over again. I, only want Princess Sang."
Done saying so, slanted his head and looked towards Sang Yuanyuan, his eyes were full of meaning.
Han Shaoling felt suffocated inside his heart. He was about to break out, but saw that You Wuming elegantly and nimbly turned his body around and swagger off by himself.
Sang Yuanyuan held down Aunt Ling whose anger charged right into the head.
"Not a problem." She just simply doesn't care.
She turned around and walked back towards her own Huiyun Courtyard.
Han Shaoling's cold voice floated from afar: "Protect Madam with all your strength. Tonight, anyone who approaches Huiyun Courtyard......Kill on sight! "
Sang Yuanyuan instead doesn't think that You Wuming would come and snatch people away.
He is not a fool whose brain was only filled with women. He just deliberately wants to make Han Shaoling unhappy.
If she has not guessed wrong, tonight, You Wuming should be doing something that will be harmful to others but benefiting himself. Just wondering whether Han Shaoling, who had been taken into the ditch, has spare energy to think about other things or not.
Sang Yuanyuan naturally won't remind him.
Men are unreliable. She has found her own accurate position. Everything will be based on the interests of Sang state. That place is her parents' home and will also be her ultimate reliance.
As for Han state and You state......Anyway, they are all not a good thing. Just let the dog bite each other then!
This whole night, sure enough, it was like what Sang Yuanyuan had guessed, calm and tranquil. Even Han Shaoling, who wanted to rub around, also didn't show up.
When the light slightly illuminated the sky, Aunt Ling who sneaked out of the courtyard to inquire all night long, came back with the news.
Aunt Ling's complexion is extremely unsightly.
It turned out that, yesterday, after Meng Wuyou failed in assassination and was locked back into Qingliang Courtyard, she immediately set off a fire and escaped when the palace servants who watched after her were in a hurry to put out the fire.
Chapter 8.4 Fire In Qingliang Courtyard (Part 4)
By the time the personal bodyguard that Han Shaoling sent to deal with her arrived at the Qingliang Courtyard, the fire had already burned up and the scene was in utter chaos. The bodyguards searched around, but he could not find Meng Wuyou.
The unlucky bodyguard searched inside the palace for all night long. Until it was about daybreak, he heard that Han Shaoling's Wuji[1] Courtyard had called for seven or eight times of hot water, only then did he have a sudden realization.
No wonder the person couldn't be found! Dare to hide in the Lord's bed!
What happened in the middle of the process is unknown to outsiders. Anyway, Meng Wuyou escaped from Qingliang Courtyard and sneaked into Han Shaoling's Wuji Courtyard. After he had found her, he did not cut her off, instead, revived his former feelings and fully pampered her all night long.
"Not a human!" Aunt Ling's body trembled from anger, "King Han doing things like this, where will Princess's place be?"
Sang Yuanyuan came back to her senses and did not take it seriously : "He was originally such a man."
Yesterday, he suffered so much grievances and anger under You Wuming's hand. Han Shaoling must've needed a place to vent his load of evil fire. Sang Yuanyuan's body has not recovered yet, and at such a time, Meng Wuyou delivered herself to his mouth. How could he let it go?
But it is unknown whether after one tender night was over, Han Shaoling will be reluctant to touch even a finger of Meng Wuyou or not.
Sang Yuanyuan lowered her head and smiled.
Of course he will be reluctant.
She was in the middle of a talk with Aunt Ling when suddenly the footsteps sound from outside was heard.
"Princess, in any case, do not get angry with him, so as not to make his heart lean towards others." Although Aunt Ling Gu was extremely resentful, she suppressed down her anger and reminded in a low voice.
"Rest assured."
Han Shaoling came in.
Although trying really hard to suppress, the dissatisfied emotion on the corners of the eyes and the tip of eyebrows nevertheless can't be suppressed.
Sang Yuanyuan calmly gazed at him.
He quickly came over, held her hand tightly and ordered the others to withdraw.
Sang Yuanyuan signaled for Aunt Ling to be at ease.
Aunt Ling pursed her mouth, left the hall and gently closed the carved wooden door.
"Sang'er." Han Shaoling looked depressed. "Last night, my poison had acted up, and that woman actually escaped to my courtyard by mistake. In a sudden moment of anger and because of the effect of the poison, I nearly killed her."
Sang Yuanyuan nodded her head but said nothing.
"Sang'er, that's by no means favoring." He explained, "For her, it was actually a torture. Sang'er, I can not, and will never, let you suffer that kind of crime. "
Sang Yuanyuan: "......" Eh? That would be great then. Thanks to your whole family then.
He clasped both her little hands in the palm of his hand : "Sang'er, believe me, I do not have even the slightest romantic feelings towards her. Just for an occasional use only."
"Oh," Sang Yuanyuan then calmly asked, "Then, do you still cut it? Even if it had been cut, you can still use it too."
He was stunned for a while and rubbed her head: "Sang'er is making fun of me! I know, Sang'er is not such a cruel person. Rest assured, from now on, this person will never appear in front of you, and no one outside will know of her existence."
Sang Yuanyuan smiled.
Oh sure enough, to capture a man, the most convenient and speedy battlefield, is on the bed.
The author has something to say:
Author: So, my daughter, when will you sleep with You Wuming?
[1] Wuji : Promise.