[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 8] Chapter 3

Chapter Three: An Interlude Before the Banquet
It was a subtle and understated temptation, at least in Yang Cun's eyes. He couldn't resist reaching out and gently

caressing the woman's elbow, the skin smooth and delicate against his palm. Such a provocative gesture would seem

frivolous to others, but only Yang Cun knew he was merely testing the waters.
The woman showed no aggression; having reached this conclusion, Yang Cun let go. Shy and reserved,

the woman quickly pulled down her sleeve, a suspicious blush spreading across her pale face. Looking at Yang Cun's face, her lips moved slightly

before she spoke again: "Because I have never… the madam of that brothel said she wanted to buy me, but I

refused . If you, sir, are willing to buy me, I will serve you wholeheartedly. I don't ask for any title, only

a place to call my own, so that my father can be laid to rest soon." As she spoke, she began to kowtow again, without pretense, each kowtow landing

squarely on her forehead, leaving deep red marks.
Having another maidservant wouldn't hurt, and since she sounded so pitiful, he might as well lend a hand. If she

behaved herself, fine; but if she harbored resentment… Yang Cun's brows furrowed. This was a perfect opportunity to find out who was

repeatedly causing him trouble. If it was only that brat Zhao Qinyun, Yang Cun was truly skeptical.
"Alright," Yang Cun said calmly, stopping the woman from kowtowing. He untied a money pouch from his waist , weighed it in his hand

, and tossed it all to the woman: "Take this to bury your father. The rest is your money for selling yourself. Also, change

those clothes."
"Yes, thank you, sir, thank you, sir…" The woman wept with joy, clutching the money pouch in her hand. The heavy

weight made her joy momentarily freeze, and unease returned to her face. "Sir, this is too much money. I…

am not worth that much."
"Take it." Yang Cun didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
"Sir, please wait! May I ask where I can find you?" Seeing her benefactor about to leave, the woman hurriedly asked.

Turning his gaze, Yang Cun saw the purity in her eyes and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. Was he overthinking things? He couldn't help it

; after a series of events, he seemed to have gotten used to

meticulously . Yang Cun inwardly sighed, wondering if he was being a little too sensitive.
Yang Cun's shake of the head and sigh took on a different meaning in the woman's eyes.

A layer of , and her slightly pale lips trembled slightly. "Master... do you also despise me? I don't need pity.

If you don't want me, then this money..."
Her slender hands gripped and released the purse repeatedly, revealing her inner struggle. After some thought

, she handed it over with both hands. "This... I'll give it back to you, sir."
Yang Cun was both amused and exasperated. He hadn't expected this woman to have such backbone. He smiled faintly and said, "I didn't say

I didn't want you. After you've finished your father's funeral, someone will naturally bring you to me. By the way, I still don't know your

name?"
"My name is Li Caiyu, and I'm sixteen this year." The woman stood up and curtsied, even giving her age.

When she looked up, she smiled gently, her eyes sparkling with a delicate charm, like a young lady from a humble family.
The rest was handled by Shi Jingtian, who was ordered by Chen Qinglei to serve Yang Cun. Yang Cun didn't need to worry about it. Yang Cun

strolled away, but halfway there, he remembered that he hadn't bought the gift for Gao Lianxin yet. He had to turn back and pick out

a pure white jade hairpin. Although it wasn't the finest, it was still a rare find. After this round trip

, which had taken up a lot of time, Yang Cun thought for a moment and decided to go back and rest, lest he doze off at the banquet

.
Back in his courtyard at Yipinlou, he gave the manager a perfunctory few compliments before entering. As

he stepped into his room, someone was making his bed. The woman, dressed in an elegant dress and with long, ink-black hair,

bent over, her rounded buttocks swaying perfectly with the movement of her hands, making Yang Cun, who had just

entered a surge of desire.
This seemingly ordinary courtyard was actually teeming with experts hired by Wang Dong; anyone who could enter

was . At this time, the An sisters should be helping out at the Duke's mansion, and Yang Cun's first thought was that

Gao Lianxin had come to see him from Granny Liu's place. A sudden itch stirred within him, and he pounced, pulling the woman into his arms. His hands

roughly kneaded her breasts, saying, "My darling, it's so kind of you to come see your husband

. I've missed you so much!" At the same time, a heat rose in his lower abdomen, and he reached for her waistband, ready to make love.
Unlike Gao Lianxin's coquettish resistance, a strange, panicked cry and violent struggle rang out.

Yang Cun immediately stopped. This woman wasn't Gao Lianxin, because the woman's breasts seemed even larger than Gao Lianxin

's perfect ones. Looking closely, Yang Cun saw a

woman with a flushed face and somewhat familiar features.
"Li Caiyu?"
"This servant greets you, sir..." This woman was none other than Li Caiyu, who had sold herself to bury her father. At this moment, her face was flushed, and she dared not raise her

head, only bowing slightly. Her small hands were clasped together, seemingly at a loss.
From Yang Cun's height, he couldn't clearly see her face from this angle. He could only see that her small

face after being washed, no longer looked disheveled, but instead possessed a unique, delicate charm. Coupled with

her current fear and trepidation, it was hard not to feel an irresistible urge to roughly ravage her.
His eyes swept over her body from head to toe, and Yang Cun found it hard to believe that the smooth, rounded

shape he had just felt belonged to this slender woman. Perhaps it was because her clothes were too loose that

they concealed her unusually full breasts for her young age; if she were wearing a bikini… the immediate thought made

Yang Cun's heart itch uncontrollably. If it weren't for his last moment of clarity, he probably would have pushed her down.
Speaking of which, Shi Jingtian was quite efficient; in less than an

hour after Yang Cun bought some things, the woman had already been washed and delivered to his residence. Yang Cun felt a chill run down his spine. Damn it, did this kid really

think he was a pervert? If he were a eunuch, would he have stripped this girl naked and thrown

her onto his bed right now?
Coughing awkwardly twice, Yang Cun explained, "Ahem... just now... I wasn't trying to

flirt with you, I just mistook you for someone else."
"This servant understands," Li Caiyu said, her head bowed, her emotions unreadable. When Yang Cun breathed a sigh of relief, she

timidly spoke again, "Since you've bought me, Master, I belong to you. Whatever you want, this servant is willing."
A few casual words stirred up Yang Cun's barely suppressed desires again. He reached out and lifted

Li Caiyu 's delicate chin, playing with it. At this moment, Yang Cun was no longer the gentle gentleman he appeared to be on the street; he had

fully embodied the lewdness of a dissolute young man, his entire being exuding an aura of debauchery.
Having a woman offer herself up to help him loosen his muscles wasn't bad either. Yang Cun wasn't exactly a gentleman, so

there was no question of taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder, "Your father has already been buried?" That wasn't

slow; they arrived at Yipinlou even faster than he had.
"Replying to your question, sir," Li Caiyu replied, her breathing slightly rapid as Yang Cun grasped her chin, "This servant

received the money you gave me, and a doctor surnamed Shi sent people to help me with my father's funeral arrangements..." Her heaving

chest, slightly parted lips, and the shyness in her eyes made Yang Cun's breath hot. Just as Yang Cun was about to

put his arm around her shoulder, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
Whoever it was, their timing was impeccable. If they came a few more times, even the most patient man

would have lost his temper. His interest was interrupted by the constant knocking, so he had to stop. As he was about to leave, Li Caiyu volunteered,

"Master, this servant will go."
He had almost forgotten she was a maid he had just bought. Yang Cun nodded, sat back down, and sipped the

fragrant , letting her go see who the visitor was. Who could it be at this hour? As he looked up,

a young man who looked unfamiliar had entered with Li Caiyu.
"This humble subject greets Your Excellency, may Your Excellency enjoy boundless blessings." Upon seeing Yang Cun, the man performed a full prostration

, causing Li Caiyu to cover her mouth, stunned and speechless. Her gaze towards Yang Cun became

somewhat trembling.
"No need for such formalities. May I ask who you are?" Yang Cun was slightly surprised, but he cleverly

concealed , his face remaining impassive.
"This humble subject was sent by General Tu to report to the Duke about the recent disturbances caused by the drug-laced corpses."
"Oh?" Yang Cun responded indifferently. Tu Hao? He had clues about the drug-laced corpses but didn't go to Zhao Qinyun; instead, he came to

him, and a complete stranger at that? Besides, regarding the drug-laced corpses, he should have gone to Bai Yongwang

or someone like that. Why would he report to me? Yang Cun was puzzled and feigned curiosity. "Drug-laced corpses? What did General Tu say?"
"General Tu said that after his investigation, he suspects that the drug-laced corpse incident was not the work of the wanted criminal Long Chi,

and specifically humble subject to inform the Duke."
Upon hearing this, Yang Cun's heart sank. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the visitor, he ordered Li Caiyu to send the person

away . Yang Cun followed him into the courtyard and stood under a blooming flowering tree. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, gently

fidgeting with his fingers. The man who had just left hadn't walked far before being knocked unconscious, stuffed into a sack, and taken away.
"Young Master, now I understand. Are you going to bury him in a place with bad feng shui?"
"Enough nonsense, take him back."
After the brief exchange, someone carried a large sack and left without a care in the world.
Yang Cun, still standing in the courtyard, looked grim.
Someone knew about his relationship with Long Chi and the real story behind the poisoned corpse. They sent someone here,

ostensibly to inform him, but actually as a warning.
Who was this person? Did they seem to have tracked his movements? Shi Jingtian? Thinking of that confident face,

he shook his head. Whether for the Chen family or Granny Liu, he didn't have the guts to reveal it. If it were

Prince Ding or Prince Rong… he'd ask first before making a fuss. Whoever it was, for the sake of the Yang family, he couldn't let him

live . Yang Cun's eyes were filled with murderous intent, frightening Li Caiyu, who had brought the person back.
"This servant deserves to die! This servant didn't know that you were the Duke. I have offended you unintentionally. Please punish me, Your Excellency."
Li Caiyu felt her legs go weak and immediately knelt down in fear.
Glancing at the woman kneeling on the ground, Yang Cun's murderous intent quickly vanished, replaced by a wry smile. "

What's it to you now? Get up and help me change."
After all this commotion, he had no desire to rest; instead, he was eager to see Zhao Qinyun

and see his plans. The situation was not clear, but rather increasingly complicated. Yang Cun was preoccupied, his furrowed brows remaining

furrowed.
His magnificent attire accentuated his handsome features, causing Li Caiyu to blush and adopt a ladylike demeanor.

Facing her, Yang Cun thought of the An sisters. Knowing that his mission to Hangzhou on the Emperor's secret decree would inevitably

bring unpredictable dangers, the strangeness of the Emperor's decree alone was enough to make him uneasy.
This girl… sigh! After dismissing Li Caiyu, Yang Cun sat alone in the room.
With a flick of his wrist, the power of the three dantian gathered in his dantian, and a golden Vajra Seal appeared in his hand. To

this day , he still couldn't fathom its mysteries. Since dealing with that demoness that day, Manager Lin hadn't

appeared again. Regardless of life or death, he still had questions, but every time he tried to enter, he was stopped. And

that demoness said the Vajra Seal recognized its master? That he was its master? Possessing such domineering power was certainly a good thing, but

what if he ended up like Manager Lin…
"Hiss…" He couldn't help but gasp. He valued his life. Teasing the maids, doting on

the beautiful Lianxin, and occasionally stealing a kiss or a jade pendant were all fine, but if the price was so high… he'd rather

live a peaceful life.
But were these current, unanswerable questions about the Vajra Seal or a secret decree? Yang Cun had a

headache . And what was the other thing left behind by the Imperial Preceptor? Many people were searching for it, even the high-ranking Yang Shu

, but only Manager Lin knew this secret. Curiosity killed the cat. Unable to

resist the urge to know the truth, Yang Cun focused his divine sense and probed again, but still, there was no response.

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