[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 1] Chapter 5

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Chapter Five: The Twins In

the Prince's mansion's villa, the sun was already high in the sky. Yang Cun was still struggling in his sleep, his sweet dreams

punctuated by shouts and cries from who-knows-where. This way of sleeping made Yang Cun extremely uncomfortable, but his body was so tired that he didn't want to get up. He dawdled until noon before finally opening his eyes

, feeling a little groggy . 　　He instinctively reached out to hug himself, but didn't feel the soft, fragrant scent from the previous night. Yang Cun became slightly more awake , sat up, and shook his still somewhat groggy head. Yawning, he looked around and saw that the entire bed was in disarray, with only himself lying there. The petite twin sisters were nowhere to be seen. 　　A faint, alluring fragrance of girls still lingered in the air. Upon waking, his massive member was still incredibly erect and proudly standing tall. Yang Cun, his bare buttocks exposed, swaggered around smugly, thinking, 　　"Dude, you're only this impulsive because you can't taste meat!" 　　Damn it, such a big mansion, couldn't they at least provide me with a maidservant? Yang Cun cursed inwardly . Judging from Yang Shu's appearance, he didn't seem like a frugal person. Even if I'm not your relative, I'm still your guest. Can't you have some manners of a wealthy family? I strongly and indignantly despise your stingy behavior . 　　It seems I'll have to do it myself. Yang Cun shook his head helplessly, yawning and stretching, preparing to get dressed, when there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by a soft, delicate voice: "My lord, you're awake?" 　　"Little darling, come in." Upon hearing this, Yang Cun's spirits immediately lifted. The girl's delicate, sweet voice was truly invigorating. Remembering how this little cutie shyly gave him oral sex last night, his already rock- hard member jumped up excitedly. 　　The door opened gently and closed softly. Yang Cun's eyes lit up immediately. An Qiao, blushing, walked in slowly with her head down. A light yellow silk dress outlined her youthful and alluring curves. Her figure was petite and charming , yet undeniably sexy. Her graceful steps swayed gently; though not stunningly beautiful, she was irresistible. 　　"An Qiao, come here," Yang Cun said, looking at her shy appearance and swallowing hard. He beckoned to her . 　　An Qiao looked at Yang Cun shyly, but still obediently took small, graceful steps towards the bedside. A delicate fragrance wafted towards her. As she shyly approached, Yang Cun couldn't resist any longer. He pulled her tightly into his arms, his large hands holding her trembling shoulders. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he leered and asked, "Where did you go this morning?" 　　"I...I went to do laundry," An Qiao replied, her face flushed, too shy to look at Yang Cun. Her was soft and sweet. 　　"Hmm, so good," Yang Cun chuckled, his hands stroking her soft arms. Seeing the fair skin of the little darling in his arms, her face as red as an apple, he couldn't resist lowering his head and gently kissing her thin lips amidst her shy moans. 　　Fragrant, delicious, and soft, Yang Cun gently kissed her, slowly licking and sucking her lovely lips with his tongue. The girl let out a soft moan; having learned from last night's experience, although still a little inexperienced, she obediently opened her cherry-like mouth, letting Yang Cun's tongue roam freely inside. 　　This subtle initiative delighted Yang Cun, and he immediately took her delicate tongue into his mouth, savoring the girl's youthful sweetness, gently sucking on the tip of her tongue, and tenderly licking her white, even teeth. A mist immediately welled up in the girl's half-open eyes, her breathing became slightly rapid, and a blush of passion appeared on her dazed face. 　　Gently, slowly, under Yang Cun's tender guidance, her trembling little tongue began to respond , like a dragonfly skimming the water. The petite body in his arms was no longer so stiff, but began to soften completely. Yang Cun was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't speak, especially at her shy expression with her eyes closed, her little tongue gently licking his lips. The incredibly soft feeling was truly exquisite . 　　First kiss, this was the feeling of a real kiss. Yang Cun's mind went blank for a moment. Even though he had tasted her little mouth last night, this feeling was the real kiss! 　　A long kiss, Yang Cun was so immersed in this wonderful taste that he kissed the girl until she was weak all over and her breath was almost stopped. Only then did he reluctantly lift his head, lick his lips, and admire the girl's adorable . Her face flushed with soft panting, her eyes closed shyly, exuding a touch of demureness. Her little skirt was slightly wrinkled, and her small hands clutched her sleeves helplessly, like a curled-up kitten—utterly adorable ! 　　The kiss seemed too wonderful; the girl's rapid breathing lasted for a long time before slowly calming down. 　　When she regained some clarity, she opened her eyes, stealing a peek at Yang Cun before shyly . This appearance was so captivating that Yang Cun couldn't resist kissing her burning cheek, grinning lecherously, "Little darling, was it good?" 　　"Mmm..." An Qiao shyly closed her eyes, letting out a soft, almost inaudible murmur after a long while . 　　"You're so cute." Yang Cun was clearly smitten, kissing her cheek repeatedly. The girl nestled obediently in Yang Cun's arms, her face flushed, seemingly immersed in this wonderful feeling. 　　"Sister..." Just as the two were embracing intimately, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a sweet, magpie-like voice, interrupting their romantic moment. 　　"Ah, what is it?" An Qiao snapped out of her reverie and jumped out of Yang Cun's arms with a "whoosh . 　　" "Someone is looking for the Duke. Hasn't he gotten up yet?" An Ning's voice was also very pleasant, though not as gentle as , it was still incredibly sweet and innocent. 　　"Then..." Just as An Qiao was about to speak, a wicked thought suddenly crossed Yang Cun's mind. He abruptly pulled her into his arms again, and under her surprised and nervous gaze, he covered her mouth with one hand and held her slender waist with the other, giving her a lecherous kiss before calling out towards the door, "Come in!"

"Oh, okay!" The unfamiliar male voice made An Ning noticeably nervous, but she still

immediately pushed open the door and ran in like a little magpie.

"Ah..." Yang Cun was stunned, staring incredulously at the little one who had entered.

The same dress, the same height, even their faces were identically sweet and cute.

This, this... it was as if two An Qiaos had appeared. Yang Cun was dumbfounded, looking at the little

cutie , then at the pretty An Ning standing in front of him, his mind a little blank.

"Sister, you, ah..." After An Ning closed the door, she looked up and immediately cried out in embarrassment.

It turned out that Yang Cun was not dressed yet, and his huge member was proudly erect, rubbing against An Qiao's

leg .

"This, my lord, let me go first!" An Qiao was so ashamed that she didn't dare to lift her head. Taking advantage of Yang Cun's momentary daze, she

struggled gently and finally escaped his clutches.

An Qiao hurriedly straightened her disheveled dress and hair, blushing as she stood next to her younger sister. This

made Yang Cun's mind go blank. The two sisters looked exactly

alike, even down to the length of their hair. Although it was clearly An Qiao who was blushing at the moment, under normal circumstances, it would be

impossible to tell who was the older sister and who was the younger.

"Are you twins?" Yang Cun's mind was buzzing, and even when he asked the question, his brain was still a little slow to process it

.

"Yes, I was an hour earlier than An Ning!" An Qiao nodded shyly, then glanced bashfully at

her sister. Thinking about how her sister had seen her lying in a man's arms, her blush

deepened .

"Being someone's older sister just an hour earlier? I'm at a disadvantage!" Unlike her sister, An Ning seemed

more lively. Seeing her sister's embarrassment, she couldn't help but laugh. Still a young girl,

she didn't dare turn her head to look at Yang Cun sitting there naked.

"By the way, what did you say you wanted to talk about?" Anqiao, being the older sister, gave her younger sister a sharp glare

before asking softly.

"Oh, right!" Anning, a bit absent-minded, quickly slapped her forehead and stuck out her

tongue sheepishly, saying, "The steward asked me to come and tell the Duke that a guest is waiting for you!"

"A guest?" Yang Cun was immediately puzzled. He was unfamiliar with the place and was staying in the Prince

's villa; where would he find an acquaintance?

"I don't know who it is either." Anning glanced at her sister and smiled, making Anqiao's face turn even redder.

"Oh, then I'll get up!" Yang Cun was full of questions, but the morning's lust had been

somewhat overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the twins, and he hadn't yet entertained any wicked thoughts.

"Okay, we'll go out first." His massive member swayed as Yang Cun stretched, startling

the two sisters, who blushed and quickly ran away, hand in hand, closing the door.

Inside, toiletries and fresh towels were readily available.

After quickly tidying himself up and changing into a clean robe, Yang Cun wiped his face to refresh himself. His mind was still filled with the identically adorable images of his two

sisters , and the smile on his lips as he opened the door still carried an undeniable air of

lewdness.

In the hallway outside, the two sisters stood hand-in-hand, both blushing, whispering amongst

themselves . Yang Cun's appearance seemed to startle them; An Qiao even looked somewhat frightened. Yang Cun

was puzzled, but still approached them, adopting a very polite demeanor, and asked, "What are you

talking about ?"

"N-nothing!" Even the lively An Ning seemed a little nervous. Yang Cun was completely baffled.

"I'll go see the guests first." Yang Cun noticed they seemed a little uneasy, so he didn't press them further. He simply

instructed them, "Be good and don't run around, okay? I'll take you to buy new clothes when I get back."

"Okay!" An Ning smiled happily, while An Qiao stood to the side with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"These two little things are strange." Yang Cun shook his head, telling himself not to overthink it

and to deal with them when he got back. Then he'd find out what they were whispering about.

In the side hall, the bookshelves on all sides were filled with calligraphy and paintings, and even the potted plants were exquisite. What was even more outrageous was that

almost every book showed signs of being turned over, and many had dried leaves used as bookmarks. Although many people

enjoy feigning refinement, even these simple traces were enough to make Yang Cun, who always fell asleep while reading, ashamed

. These books written in classical Chinese had almost no effect on him other than inducing sleep, yet Yang

Shu could read every single one of them, and the principles they contained were almost like cryptic texts. This bizarre behavior

seemed to Yang Cun to be something that should be executed.

In the reception room, on a square old table, there was a cup of fragrant tea. Yang Cun took a sip,

carefully smacked his lips a few times, and finally shook his head, laughing self-deprecatingly, "It seems I really don't know how to enjoy life

. It's said to be such good tea, but it tastes a bit too weak. Alas, what a waste."

"Tea tasting requires a state of mind, but it's inevitable that there will be those who feign refinement. Your state of mind, sir, is actually quite good."

Sitting opposite him was an elderly man with gray hair, his long robe looking extremely worn. However, his face was

radiant , and his smile was calm and kind, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Hehe, you flatter me." Yang Cun knew his own limitations, but hearing praise still made him feel a

little smug .

The old man before him was the old Taoist priest's friend he had been instructed to visit, and the contents of a black box on the table

instantly made Yang Cun want to punch someone.

He had expected some rare treasure, but instead it was a box of dark tea leaves. According to the old Taoist priest, these

tea leaves grew on a thousand-foot-high cliff, naturally nurtured, enduring the cold wind and rain every day. Such

cliffs were inaccessible to ordinary people; only monkeys could harvest them. But Yang Cun was puzzled.

It sounded so mystical, but this old man only raised dogs, not monkeys! This tea was probably fake,

a false advertisement to inflate its price. Such a merchant was truly unscrupulous. Damn old Taoist priest, is he trying to make me pay off a debt? Yang Cun's heart skipped a beat. The old man seemed penniless; in the more than ten years he had known him, he always wore the same tattered Taoist robe, and his clothes seemed to be worn out every time

he changed.

"I haven't seen any of these. Wait, no clothes to change into... Damn, has this old man not taken a bath in all these years? How

shameless !

" "Master Yang..." The old man smiled slightly, picked up the tea box, and rose to take his leave. Finally, he took out

a somewhat worn ancient book and handed it to Yang Cun: "This is a rare book that I was entrusted to find for your master years ago. It's

a bit damaged now, so please keep it safe and give it to your master."

"Okay." Yang Cun didn't even glance at it, casually stuffing it into his luggage. What a joke!

This room full of books is already enough to make one dizzy. Who has the interest to see what kind of book the old man wants? Judging from his appearance, it

's unlikely to be a book with any depth. Sigh, these people's lives are really boring.

Sure enough, the old man's friends are all sorts of shady characters. But this old man is strange; he's not at all reserved at

the Prince's residence , and his attitude is very friendly. He doesn't seem nervous at all, which is truly odd.

Yang Cun remained silent for a moment, speechless, and scoffed at himself. Where in the world were there so many enlightened masters? Almost every major opera

featured a few of them; it was like a wholesale market, with pre-holiday and year-end discounts, buy one get one free!

He escorted the old man all the way to the gate of the mansion. Watching his hunched yet healthy figure slowly walk away,

Yang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. This old man was really strange; he came in such a hurry and only sat for a short while. And the old Taoist

was even more outrageous, asking him to deliver such a broken tea brick without considering the expenses along the way. This

old Taoist was definitely not cut out for business.

"Lord Duke." At this moment, a young servant in his early twenties, dressed in blue, ran over.

"What is it?" Yang Cun turned his head, hands behind his back, and looked at him calmly, but in his heart, he had already cursed Yang Shu

countless times. He had thought the life of a wealthy family would be decadent, but who knew that before dawn, the mansion was already

bustling with activity? This guy Yang Shu even seemed to have gone to some kind of "rising with the rooster's crow" exercise; his lifestyle couldn't be that healthy, he was really

disturbing his sleep.

Although he had a pleasant night sleeping with An Qiao, he was constantly woken up by strange noises, which

annoyed him.

"His Highness summoned me to tell you!" The servant ran a few steps, immediately out of breath,

but quickly and respectfully said, "The Governor of Tianjin is hosting a banquet tonight. He requests that the Duke bathe and change his clothes to accompany His Highness to

the banquet."

"Understood." Yang Cun hummed in acknowledgment and immediately went back to his room to prepare.

Although the Duke's identity was now confirmed, he hadn't yet received his official title from the Ministry of Rites,

so he didn't have the seal or the Duke's lion robe. Therefore, Yang Cun didn't dress up much, simply changing into a pure white scholar's robe and making sure

he was dressed neatly. However, he couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Yang Shu was a hereditary Prince of Zhen, holding a high position and great power. Even though he wasn't of the same surname, he was second only to the emperor.

Logically should have avoided any appearance of impropriety in his private dealings with officials. While the Governor of Tianjin was far inferior to the Prince in rank

, he was still a powerful and well-governed governor. With such a major case occurring in Tianjin, it should have already

caused a great stir.

The desecration of the remains of the Imperial Advisor Zhang Baocheng was enough to put the Governor of Tianjin in a precarious position.

Instead of trying to redeem himself at such a sensitive time, he invited Yang Cun to a banquet without any apparent discretion. Although he had the legitimate excuse of

thanking the Prince for capturing the thief, such a rash move didn't seem like something a shrewd and calculating

high-ranking official would do.

Something was wrong! Something felt off.

Yang Cun's mind was always filled with endless thoughts. Although he felt something was amiss, he couldn't quite pinpoint the crux of

the matter . Just as he was lost in thought, a melodious laugh suddenly broke the silence outside the door, completely

interrupting his contemplation: "Sister, that dress of yours looks so awkward!"

"You're lucky you even have anything to wear! What are you thinking, you little devil!" An Qiao's voice was still soft and gentle,

her words carrying an indescribable tenderness.

"It's really a bit big!" An Ning's voice was innocent and lively, making one feel exceptionally energetic.

Hearing the sisters' laughter, Yang Cun felt much more refreshed. He couldn't help but open the door and said with

a gentle smile, "What are you two whispering about here?"

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" An Qiao's face immediately flushed, and she gave a delicate curtsy. An Ning, though

still lively and playful, seemed a little nervous upon seeing Yang Cun and immediately joined her sister in offering a curtsy as well.

The two young sisters had fair skin and looked incredibly delicate, yet they were staying in a dilapidated temple frequented by wanderers. Their

graceful and poised demeanor suggested they weren't children from an ordinary poor family. Yang Cun was

immediately puzzled. He nodded and said, "Come in, I have something to say to you!"

"Ah!" An Qiao and An Ning exchanged glances, both sisters seemingly startled, but they

obediently followed Yang Cun into the house.

Yang Cun sat at the table. The adorable sisters stood cautiously

before him timid appearance truly pitiful. Especially An Qiao, whose gentle, water-like demeanor

evoked even more tenderness. Yang Cun quickly coughed and asked in a gentle tone, "An Qiao, where are you from

?"

"Replying to Your Excellency, my sister and I are from Zhejiang." An Qiao spoke with a hint of panic and unease, hesitating

slightly , her body trembling slightly as she spoke.

"The accent sounds like it too." Yang Cun couldn't help but shiver. Women from Jiangnan are so gentle and sweet. An

Qiao, at such a young age, already has such soft words that they make one's bones melt. What will she be like when she grows up?

At this moment, the lively An Ning stood to the side, appearing rather demure, shyly

lowering her head . She would occasionally glance mischievously at her sister, then steal a look at Yang Cun. Her quirky and mischievous appearance was particularly

endearing.

"By the way, how did you end up in a place like that?" Yang Cun pondered for a moment, unable to resist asking curiously

. Although the two sisters seemed to be of low status, they were extremely polite. Last night, An Qiao had been so thoroughly humiliated by his advances that

she couldn't control herself, but the gentleness and grace she displayed were not something an ordinary

young lady from possessed.

"My lord, please don't send us away!" An Qiao's face turned pale, and she hurriedly knelt down,

pleading pitifully. An Ning, who was next to her, was also unusually frightened and knelt down with her sister,

looking at Yang Cun pitifully with her beautiful big eyes.

"Get up first..." Yang Cun was at a loss. Seeing his two sisters kneeling on the ground, pale

with fright, he quickly got up, closed the door, and walked to them. At this moment, An Qiao's eyes

were already which broke Yang Cun's heart.

"Sister, don't cry." An Ning saw her sister's eyes reddening and gently tugged at An Qiao's

sleeve .

"An Ning, you go out first..." An Qiao shook her head with red eyes, looked at Yang Cun, and then

grabbed her sister's hand tightly, choking out, "Wait for me, okay?"

"Sister..." An Ning saw that her sister had started crying and was so anxious that she didn't know what to say.

After a moment of panic, she obediently stood up and pleaded with Yang Cun, "My lord, please don't scold my sister,

okay?"

"Go out and wait for me." An Qiao's nose tingled, and as tears fell, the gentle and calm An Qiao resolutely

shook her head at her sister. An Ning, seeing this, didn't dare say anything more and opened the door to leave.

The atmosphere inside the room was a bit strange. The little cutie knelt in front of him, head down, sobbing softly. She seemed afraid to cry

out loud, her voice broken and delicate, so tender it was heartbreaking. Yang Cun was at a loss for what to do.

He quickly stepped forward and supported her shoulders, saying with heartache, "Alright, get up!"

"Please let me finish speaking first, okay?" An Qiao's eyes warmed, but she still couldn't control her tears.

She choked out in a soft voice, "My lord, I'm sorry, we are..."

"Get up first!" Yang Cun wouldn't listen at this point. He roughly

pulled her frail little body up and forced her to sit on a stool. Then he glared at her and said, "Speak properly. If you can't explain it clearly, do

n't cry, understand?"

"Yes..." Although An Qiao was young, she clearly saw the pity in the eyes of the big boy in front of her.

This seemingly rough yet loving gesture startled her slightly. A mix of heartache and indescribable

joy washed over her, and tears flowed even faster.

Her soft sobs were a reminder that women are often described as being made of water, naturally touching the softest

spot . An Qiao, with her gentle and graceful demeanor, possessed the innate tenderness of a woman from Jiangnan, making her irresistible to men

. Yang Cun didn't know how to comfort her. Seeing her soft sobs, those silent tears brimming

with tenderness, made Yang Cun, a man himself, so nervous that his palms and forehead were sweating.

"My lord, I'm sorry." An Qiao sobbed softly for a while before wiping away her tears. She looked at

Yang Cun, who had been standing silently to the side, and said softly, her voice choked with emotion, "My sister and I are now criminals.

We hid in that small temple to avoid being caught by the authorities."

Criminals? Yang Cun was immediately puzzled. These two young sisters looked delicate and lovely;

how could they be associated with criminals? The laws of the court were very clear: only the female relatives of serious criminals

were considered criminals. They didn't seem to have been married at all, so how could they be subject to such collective punishment?

"I'm sorry..." An Qiao sobbed softly, her voice breaking as she recounted her story.

An Qiao and her sister An Ning were from Zhejiang, growing up in the misty, picturesque city of Hangzhou. Their ancestors were

soldiers , and their father, An Bolie, was already the youngest centurion in Jiangnan when he was just over thirty. An Bolie

didn't marry until he was thirty-three, taking the sisters' mother into his family. Life should have been filled with love and happiness, but tragically, the sisters

' mother died in childbirth after giving birth to them.

Anbolie was deeply devoted to his wife, and despite their wealth, he refused numerous offers from relatives and friends to remarry or

take concubines. This staunch soldier raised his two precious daughters with

unparalleled love in an era that favored sons over daughters. Fortunately, the An sisters were obedient and well-mannered, devoted to

their father daughters, bringing great joy to Anbolie, who had daughters late in life.

The prosperous Jiangnan region, though a place of unparalleled prosperity and peace, also harbored many flaws in its dark

corners . Despite its wealth, it was not immune to the scourge of bandits. Beyond the prosperity, outlaws roamed the mountains and forests

, kidnapping, murdering, and robbing, causing immense suffering to countless people.

Ironically, Zhejiang, which consumed 70,000 taels of military pay from the imperial court annually, couldn't even muster

5,000 . Anbolie was straightforward from a young age. After drinking with a group of brothers, he went straight to

the Ministry of War and, at the urging of others, filed a complaint against all the high-ranking officials in Zhejiang, from the General Commander.

The consequences were predictable. With powerful backing, Anbolie and several of his impulsive brothers

were imprisoned for falsely accusing government officials and spreading rumors and slander. Their families naturally became criminals.

According to the laws of the Great Hua, the most serious crimes could result in the woman being convicted and confined to the brothel for life. Her descendants would

be enslaved and forced into prostitution, their families and descendants forever bound by this system of collective punishment, becoming the lowest of the low in the Great Hua.

An Bolie's actions weren't initially considered radical; at most, it was a drunken lapse of judgment, not a serious crime.

However, after his imprisonment, the An family essentially collapsed. The younger brother of the second wife, seeking to protect himself,

wanted to continue raising his elder brother's two daughters out of familial affection. However, this second wife was somewhat weak-willed; under the coercion and pleas of his wife,

he betrayed

his conscience and plotted to seize the eldest son's family fortune. The second wife's aunt was also malicious, even fearing her husband would fall for the two girls left behind by her elder brother,

she actually reported to the authorities, intending to send the two sisters to the brothel. Although the second son of the An family was henpecked, he was also a

man of great loyalty and righteousness! Despite his wife's unforgivable act, he still sent the family's old steward, bribed them, and

sent the two sisters out of Hangzhou before the officials arrived.

The officials, having already received bribes from the second wife and having long heard of the An family's two young beauties, though

still in their infancy, were renowned for their charm, were hoping to make a fortune.

However, their anger at arriving at the second wife's house to arrest the girls, only to find them gone, was understandable. They immediately registered the two

sisters falsely accusing them of being convicted women, and launched a manhunt for these two sisters who should have been their source of wealth.

The second wife's old steward, being elderly, was unable to travel far after sending the sisters out of Zhejiang. The frail

sisters, relying on each other, cautiously made their way to Tianjin, hoping to seek refuge with their mother

's family, the Liu family. However, upon arriving in the city, they learned that the Liu family had fallen on hard times years ago, and the family members

were nowhere to be found. Coupled with their criminal charges, the sisters dared not stay in inns and could only hide in small...

Inside the temple, she hoped to one day find her maternal grandmother and her mother's relatives. "

The Jiangnan army is deserted; they're just swindling people out of their positions..."

Yang Cun fell silent. He had long heard of the Jiangnan army's poor fighting strength, but he hadn't expected the inside story to be so shocking.

Such a large province couldn't even muster enough men to suppress bandits; behind that facade of peace and prosperity, the filth

was probably terrifying.

"My lord, I'm sorry, An Qiao didn't mean to hide it..." The girl was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Even though he was a high-ranking duke, harboring someone with a criminal record was no small matter. That night,

many soldiers suddenly entered the dilapidated temple, terrifying her and her sister. They were inexplicably taken back to the Prince of Zhen's residence.

When they came to their senses, the sisters wanted to run, but they didn't know where to go.

"Hmm, I understand!" Yang Cun nodded, his mind racing. The first conclusion

is that An Bolie is mentally unstable. After a few drinks, he acted impulsively and

deserved a beating.

The second is that Jiangnan is indeed rife with luxury and corruption. Logically, this crime isn't serious enough to warrant implicated others

; it's not a heinous crime, and could even be given a lenient sentence—just a drunken lapse, a

joke . But for an ordinary wealthy family to spend a little money to fabricate such a serious charge against the two sisters

is utterly lawless.

An Qiao continued to sob softly, her face filled with guilt, not daring to lift her head. Yang Cun didn't know how to

comfort the girl, his mind preoccupied, and fell silent as well. Just then, An Ning

knocked on the door and said cautiously, "Sister, someone said the carriage is waiting outside; it's

time for the Duke to go to the banquet."

Seeing a girl cry was already extremely painful, and now Yang Cun had a temporary

excuse . He quickly supported An Qiao's trembling shoulders and gently comforted her, "Alright, little darling, don't cry anymore.

I'll figure something out, but I have to go out now. You mustn't cry anymore; if

others see you, they'll think I'm bullying you.

" "Okay..." An Qiao nodded obediently while crying, her tear-streaked appearance truly

pitiful. However, hearing Yang Cun's frivolous words and remembering what happened last night,

a .

"Well, I'll be going now." Yang Cun lowered his head, kissed away her tears, and gently kissed her

trembling lips. He said seriously, "Don't think too much. Once you're in this manor, no one will dare to bully

you . Don't worry, I'm here!"

"Mmm!" An Qiao's tearful eyes softened, and she nodded gently, her expression incredibly gentle and beautiful.

Opening the door, An Ning paced anxiously outside. She was startled when Yang Cun suddenly appeared, and

immediately lowered her head obediently, saying timidly, "My lord..."

"Alright, go in and see your sister!" Yang Cun didn't say much more, gently stroking her smooth

long hair, sighing and instructing, "Don't run around. Stay here obediently and wait for me to come back, okay?"

"Oh, okay!" An Ning immediately responded. Seeing her sister still crying inside, she quickly ran in,

took An Qiao's small hand, and comforted her.

Yang Cun quickly composed himself, gathered his belongings, and slowly strolled

towards the gate of the mansion. Although he had things on his mind, the banquet that evening forced him to set aside his thoughts and

ponder its intricacies.

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