[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 10 Chapter 2]

Chapter Two: The Secret of the Prince Ding's Residence

As dusk fell, a strange line of red appeared on the horizon. Then, within this red, dark clouds rapidly spread,

and thunder rumbled, turning the previously clear twilight into a gloomy, oppressive scene.

In the magnificent and solemn Qianchen Palace, beneath a dragon-embroidered quilt, lay an elderly man in his seventies.

With his eyes closed, he lacked the imposing, awe-inspiring presence of his former self; he looked

no different from an ordinary old man.

The next moment, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and beneath the quilt, his thin, bony hands clenched into fists.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you alright? This old servant will immediately summon the imperial physician…"

"No need, Jinliang. I am fine. Help me up." His aged voice carried the weight of time;

only in private did the old emperor appear truly aged.

In public, no matter how weak he was, he had to maintain a facade—this was the life of an emperor. "Yes." Jinliang stepped forward,

his eyes lowered, and helped the old emperor to his feet.

"Why is the air so humid? Has the weather changed?" The once majestic emperor was now panting heavily from

just getting up, a stark reminder of how merciless time can be.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the weather has changed," Jinliang simply echoed, his heart heavy with sorrow, focused only on how to deliver

the devastating news of the Crown Prince's passing to the old emperor.

"Alas, I just dreamt of the Crown Prince. He was still as docile as ever, wearing his dragon robe,

looking at , saying nothing, just crying incessantly. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't answer..."

The old emperor continued speaking, while Jinliang on the other side was already shedding tears. Unable to hold back any longer, he

knelt down with a "thump," kowtowing deeply and crying, "Your Majesty..."

"Alas, tell me, has something happened to the Crown Prince again? For so many years, whenever I dreamt of the Crown Prince,

it was always related to the Crown Prince. It's just strange that he cried this time?"

The future heir apparent was useless, yet he was still spoiled rotten. Sometimes even the old emperor himself didn't know when

this of life would end. Unless... unless... Thinking of that possibility, a glimmer of light appeared in the old emperor's cloudy eyes. He said, " Has there been any news

from Duke Jingguo, Yang Cun ?" 　　"Your Majesty, no," Jinliang replied, without looking up. 　　The old emperor didn't immediately notice his unusual behavior, only muttering to himself, "It's time. Bring pen and ink; I need to give the Duke 　　of Jing a secret decree." With that, he could help his incompetent grandson hold onto the throne for another two years. As for Yang Cun, he had absolute confidence that he hadn't misjudged him. Besides Yang Cun, there was truly no one else suitable to help him find that thing. 　　After speaking, Jinliang, lying on the ground, didn't move at all. "Hmm? What's wrong?" the old emperor asked, . 　　"Your Majesty..." Jinliang's voice was completely choked with sobs as he whispered, "Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince... is gone..." 　　"You... what did you say?" Just as expected, the old emperor couldn't accept the news and exclaimed, "You... say it again?" 　　"This old servant said, His Highness the Crown Prince... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please take care of yourself..." 　　The moment the old emperor clutched his chest and collapsed, Jinliang leaped up and caught him, shouting towards the palace gates: "Guards, summon the imperial physician..." 　　Compared to others his age, the old emperor was in relatively good health, so he knew he couldn't have misheard, but he still couldn't bear the blow. Were they... finally going to make their move? 　　"Whoosh!" 　　"Boom!" 　　A bright flash of lightning illuminated half the sky, followed by a thunderclap that exploded across the heavens. Heaven couldn't resist , and a torrential downpour began. In this rain, those who weren't so afraid were busy running back and forth. 　　The next morning, the sky remained overcast, and the rain, though much lighter, lingered was incredibly irritating to behold. 　　The old emperor was already fully awake, nestled on his high bed with soft pillows, saying nothing, his cloudy eyes shifting constantly. 　　He had no time to even grieve, let alone recuperate; otherwise, the world would truly be in turmoil. "Your Majesty, a spy reports that the Prince of Ding's heir is making significant moves in Hangzhou," Jinliang reported , his face grim as he served the old emperor his medicine . 　　At times like these, vigilance was paramount. 　　"Hangzhou, Hangzhou... Alas... It seems I must send someone to Yang Cun's side as well," the old emperor sighed, taking the medicine bowl and drinking it down in one gulp before handing it back. 　　"Is Your Majesty still concerned about that item?" 　　"We can't worry about that right now. Let's deal with this chaotic situation first. Send someone to warn and check on him. That boy is more cunning than his father, and I don't want him to come up with any more bad ideas at this time." 　　"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Yang family has always prioritized loyalty. I believe the Duke of Jing will not disappoint you." 　　"Hmm, such is the state of the world. It is precisely the time when we need capable people, so I can only think this way. However, who should we send ?" The old emperor rubbed his temples, pondering carefully. 　　"Your Majesty, this old servant believes that compared to the Duke of Jing, the Prince of Ding's heir needs someone to keep an eye on him more." 　　"I think so too. However, the previous infiltrations by the secret guards have all failed. Who should we send now?" 　　"Your Majesty, have you forgotten that this old servant has an apprentice?" Jinliang smiled mysteriously. 　　The old emperor paused slightly, then recalled that utterly unremarkable face, and murmured, "Indeed, no one is more suitable than him as my personal guard. By the way, I just heard some voices? Who was at the door?" 　　"Your Majesty, Princess Longyue and Prince Xiao have come to see you and have been waiting outside the palace," Jinliang replied. 　　The crown prince had died young, leaving behind two sons and a daughter. Princess Longyue was a year younger than the crown prince Zhao Qinli, at the age of sixteen . She should have been granted the title of princess, but considering she was the crown prince's orphan, the old emperor made an exception and issued an edict to bestow upon her the title of princess. 　　The grandson Zhao Qinxiao was only twelve years old, and because his mother was merely a lowly palace maid, he had never caught the old emperor's eye.

Fortunately, he was quite ambitious at a young age, and he didn't pick up any of Zhao Qinli's bad habits. He

used to dislike Zhao Qinxiao because of Zhao Qinli, but now… he was, after all, the Crown Prince's

orphan , a descendant. The old emperor finally managed a rare smile and said, "Let them

in."

"Yes."

The palace doors opened, and a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth led a young man in brocade robes slowly in. Her

eyes, like stars and the moon, clearly showed she was a woman of courage. If she hadn't grown up in the deep palace,

she might have achieved great things.

The journey between the capital and Hangzhou was quite a distance,

and it was already half a month before Yang Shu's messenger and the emperor's men sent to urge Yang Cun to return arrived. Meanwhile, Yang Cun, due to his resentment, ignored

the black-clad men protecting the guard Yue Long and was having an affair with Lan Yue at the residence of Prince Ding's heir, Zhao Qinyun.

After safely escorting Yang Cun to Hangzhou, Yang Tongbao led a thousand elite soldiers from the Prince of Zhen's mansion back,

leaving Yang Cun seemingly with only a few old, weak, and disabled men.

However, just a few days later, Yang Tongbao returned, claiming to be there to help repair the Duke's mansion.

Few knew he had brought a group of skilled men with him, for Yang Cun to command at any time.

Prince Yang Shu of Zhen was still very devoted to his uncle.

In the Yipin Tower, Yang Cun, bearing the title of Duke of Jing and being on the minds of both the old emperor and Zhao Qinyun,

had his own plans.

"Tongbao, why haven't the men we sent out last night returned? Not even a single message has come out?"

No one was seen, neither alive nor dead. Someone had died in their own home, yet Zhao Qinyun was incredibly composed,

acting as if nothing had happened, as if she had casually killed a few flies.

Standing guard at the door, Yang Tongbao waited until Wang Dong and Yang Cun reported the results of the interrogation at the Duke's mansion before being summoned in

to inquire about the information his master had obtained by sacrificing his virtue to stay there for a night.

It was a pity about the lives of those skilled men.

"You Zhao brat, I'll remember this debt!" "Reporting to Your Excellency, none survived." Having personally led them out, yet failing to bring back even their bodies

, Yang Tongbao's expression was far from relaxed. As for the embarrassment he felt after hearing Yang Cun's lewd tales of the night, that

feeling was completely forgotten.

"However, someone still managed to release the scene they witnessed." Yang Tongbao cupped his hands in greeting, sharing

the hard-won news: "Those medicinal corpses that caused chaos in Hangzhou a few days ago are indeed in the Prince's residence

. According to the information sent out, they're being kept in a secret chamber built within the artificial hill."

Mentioning the medicinal corpses, Yang Cun chuckled sinisterly, "These menacing creatures haven't appeared recently.

Could it be that Zhao Qinyun has some new tricks up her sleeve?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Whatever tricks he dares to pull, this old man will be the first to

dismantle them. As for those medicinal corpses, I'll take care of them too."

Shrugging noncommittally, Yang Cun was too lazy to argue with the old man. Wang Dong had never dealt with medicinal corpses,

but he had. They weren't just ordinary ruthless creatures; dealing with them wouldn't be easy. But seeing

Yang Tongbao's shifty eyes, he still chuckled and teased, "This person really does change. Since when

did the old-fashioned Tongbao learn to keep secrets?"

Yang Tongbao was horrified upon hearing this, immediately kneeling down and shouting, "This subordinate deserves to die!" Inwardly, however, he kept

muttering to himself.

Was this really the same Duke who had pulled him aside when the Prince of Rong's heir was in trouble outside Suzhou,

refusing to help and standing by and watching him die? This sharp gaze now made him think it was a completely different person.

As Yang Tongbao knelt, Yang Cun was also stunned. His mouth agape, he stared blankly for a long time before finally exclaiming in surprise,

"I was just joking with you, why are you so agitated? Could it be…" He stopped abruptly,

rubbing , glancing sideways at the kneeling Yang Tongbao. His actions seemed strange,

as if he were saying, "You really are hiding something from me."

A…joke? Yang Tongbao's vision went completely dark. This joke isn't funny at all, okay?

However…

the people who infiltrated Zhao Qinyun's residence at night did indeed discover the poisoned corpse, but unfortunately, the other party acted too quickly,

catching them completely off guard. So, although they wanted to send a message, they were still a step too late.

Actually, they were the ones who discovered the poisoned corpse, but none of them were the ones who brought the message out.

"You said… the person who brought you the message was Bai Qi?"

Yang Tongbao's honesty surprised Yang Cun. Even a seemingly casual glance at the banquet revealed that person's uniqueness. Therefore, Yang Cun still had a deep impression of

Bai Qi, whose debauchery was basically on par with the deceased Crown Prince . 　　"If I remember correctly, he should be from the Bai family, right?" 　　"Or Bai Yongwang's distant nephew," Yang Tongbao added. 　　"Hehe, this is quite interesting." Not showing any further interest, Yang Cun suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Tongbao, go and rest for a while. Things might get a little chaotic here lately. Uncle Dong, we're leaving our safety to you. I'm going to check on that frightened guard." 　　"It's only proper that we should check on him," Wang Dong echoed. Remembering Yue Long's pale face from fright last night , he curled his lip in disdain. Even if he didn't care about the guard, he had to consider the emperor's feelings. A mere guard was insignificant, but behind him stood the emperor; naturally, he couldn't be careless. 　　"Oh, young master, there's something else." Seeing Yang Cun about to leave, Wang Dong quickly stopped him. 　　"Hmm? Something else? What is it now?" Yang Cun was a little annoyed. Why was it so ? 　　Meeting Yang Cun's bitter face, Wang Dong smiled broadly, his wrinkles deepening. "Young master, you don't need to worry , it's a good thing." Good things　　happening in this seemingly calm, yet turbulent, and potentially unstable situation ? Heaven really thinks highly of mere Yang. He didn't interrupt, but gestured for Wang Dong to continue . 　　"Young Master, the renovation of the Duke's Mansion is complete. You can move in on an auspicious day." Believing this to be the best news imaginable, Wang Dong spoke as if he were about to drop some earth-shattering bombshell.

"Uh... this is indeed good news. But moving into the manor isn't urgent. Let's put that aside for now and

deal with these immediate matters first."

With that, Yang Cun opened the door and left, leaving Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong staring at each other in bewilderment. Who was it that had

been urging them to move in so eagerly before? Now that the repairs were completed day and night, he seemed completely

unconcerned?

"Young Master... what does this mean?" Wang Dong asked, his mouth agape, realizing

how little .

"The Duke is no ordinary man. He has his reasons for making decisions," Yang Tongbao said seriously.

From the capital to Hangzhou, and now, their interactions had constantly

shifted his impression of Yang Cun, from initial disapproval to admiration, and now shock. He couldn't tell if

the fickle person was him, or the still-young-looking Duke.

Wang Dong, needless to say, had no doubts about Yang Cun's actions due to his high expectations of Yang Cun.

He patted Yang Tongbao on the shoulder and said, "You see things clearly. This is definitely the young master's new plan. I'll

arrange it right away."

Leaving behind his hurried back, Yang Tongbao rubbed his shoulder and gritted his teeth.

Seriously, at his age, doesn't he know to be gentle? That swipe was like a huge rock.

Didn't he consider how much others could bear?

"Damn, moving to a new house now? Only a fool would do something like that." While the two on the other side were thinking

so highly of Yang Cun, Yang Cun was muttering to himself, "

What ?"

It wasn't that he was afraid of being killed, but rather that... killing them would dirty his new house. Tell me, a house

is a place you're going to live in forever. How disgusting would it be if it were covered in blood?

So it's better to wait and see, and after dealing with these good-for-nothing bastards, then

move in openly and grandly.

Speaking of which, Shi Jingtian's side should be almost done by now, right? There were many of them, so they should hurry up and get Grandma Liu and the others

down the mountain. That way, they wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to see Lianxin again. While he was lost in thought, he walked to a

room .

Inside, Yue Long, who had come from the capital, was asleep. It was a room he had specially arranged the night before. The two An sisters, who were supposed to

be serving , were not there; they must have been exhausted from the night and gone to rest. He pushed open the door and went in, trying not

to make a sound. A strong scent of incense immediately filled his nostrils.

A light gauze curtain hung over the room, and Yue Long was fast asleep, probably because he had been frightened the night before. With a sly grin, he lifted the curtain. Although

he was somewhat prepared, Yang Cun was still startled by the beautiful sight before him.

Her naturally red lips, her flawless skin, and the... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly). The furrowed brows and

rapidly heaving chest added to the allure of the beautiful woman's slumbering figure before him.

Damn, even if a man were lying there, such beauty would arouse lust in others.

Yang Cun, his eyes glazed over, swallowed hard, and quietly walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, his wolfish hand tracing Yue

Long's face.

What a beauty! No wonder she, seemingly lacking in ability, had managed to become the old emperor's personal

bodyguard . He wondered how the old emperor had defiled her. Just imagining the scene made his blood boil

.

She looked beautiful, and felt wonderful to touch... Like a peeled lychee, it stirred Yang Cun's heart

.

If he hadn't been thoroughly exhausted by Lan Yue last night, he probably would have been driven mad by his animalistic desires right now. It seemed...

after that whole night of torment, he hadn't even slept for two hours in total. After coming back,

he had to discuss things with Wang Dong and the others. How could his body take this?

He didn't want to age prematurely; so many beautiful women were waiting for him! Yes, he would get a good

rest as soon as he got back, even if he didn't feel tired at all. He still needed to rest.

His fingers traced Yue Long's face, his fingertips tracing her soft lips. He ruffled her hands a few times before moving down to her

chin, and then further down to her fair, smooth neck. Because she was asleep, her Adam's

apple, which should have been prominent, was obscured. He figured

he might as well just make his move. His large hand moved down, about to cover Yue Long's chest, when the person lying there

suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp, even carrying a strong murderous intent.

Yang Cun's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air, but he quickly recovered, chuckling

as : "Lord Yue Long is awake? I was so worried."

His nature still carried a lewd undertone in his smile.

"You…" Seeing Yang Cun staring at her, Yue Long's face flushed with annoyance, but she quickly regained her composure

and, understanding her situation, refrained from venting her anger. She sat up, pulled the blanket over herself,

and then smiled weakly, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Excellency. I haven't yet thanked you for saving my life."

This fellow certainly knew how to play the game. Seeing Yue Long's self-protective posture, which resembled that of a woman, Yang Cun chuckled

inwardly. Such a shrewd and perceptive person could surely understand his arrangements, but it was

quite remarkable that he could remain silent.

His expression remained polite, displaying the acting skills Yang Cun considered himself a master of, and his tone was unusually sorrowful as he said, "Alas,

it's all my fault for being negligent. I should have sent more people to protect you earlier, so you wouldn't have been alarmed."

For the sake of that striking effect, Yang Cun even tried to feign a few tears, but his skills weren't up to par, and

he couldn't manage to squeeze any out. Instead, he reached out and touched Yue Long's forehead, asking, "Are you feeling any better now, sir?"

A flicker of fear crossed Yue Long's eyes, and he quickly retreated to avoid Yang Cun's seemingly frivolous gesture before hurriedly

saying, "Those people were all after me; I dare not blame the Duke. I feel... much better now."

His trembling, fearful demeanor made Yang Cun chuckle inwardly. He deliberately feigned a push, his ambiguous

gaze compelling Yue Long, saying, "My lord, don't be afraid. Just focus on recovering here. With your unparalleled

beauty, I, Yang, will certainly not mistreat you. Just tell me what you need."

Yue Long trembled, looking up at Yang Cun with utter disgust.

Teasing was only for his leisure time; he was a bit busy now, so he'd better go back and get some sleep first.

As for being misunderstood about his sexuality, he was too lazy to explain; he only intended to prove himself through his actions.

"Then, my lord, please rest well. I have some matters to attend to and will visit you later." With a smile

regaining his composure, and seeing Yue Long's dazed expression, Yang Cun turned and left without waiting for her reply.

My territory, my rules; I don't need her permission to do what I want.

"Please wait, my lord." A clear voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, rang out. Yang Cun turned back and saw Yue Long

looking hesitant.

Biting his lower lip, as if making a decision, a strange light flashed in Yue Long's eyes before he asked, "

I have a few close friends in the capital who keep many entertainers. If my lord is interested, I can have them send

over a few well-trained ones. While I can't guarantee they'll all be stunningly beautiful, they'll certainly be understanding."

He was thus branded with the label "unlimited homoeroticism"—no, it should be "all-encompassing."

Yang Cun wasn't angry, just smiled strangely, staring intently at Yue Long's smooth, delicate neck and jade-like

earlobes.

Did Yue Long think he liked men? Heh, if you're saying he's taken a liking to Yue Long, Yang Cun wouldn't

object. After all, she's a beauty; what man wouldn't like her? Unless he's a eunuch. But saying he likes men…

we've strayed a bit from the topic today. Although what he sees now isn't as clear as when they first met, he

's certainly seen something new in that alluring jade bead.

Men with pierced ears? Perhaps that was common in the past, but here…

finally, Yue Long began to feel uneasy, his hair standing on end with a chill. Yang Cun then said with a half-smile, "My lord,

you don't need to bother. I only…" He deliberately paused, scanning Yue Long,

who several times, making him feel uneasy, before continuing, "I'm interested in women."

To enhance the effect, he deliberately emphasized the word "women."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yue Long not only trembled violently, but the determination in his eyes also crumbled instantly

.

He turned and left.

As Sun Tzu said: "To attack someone's body is not as effective as to attack their mind; it will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Sure enough, only by seizing upon a person's supposedly strong weakness can one more easily control them.

Speaking of which, was that a grandson's saying? Whatever, as long as it works.

For several days in a row, the weather was sunny and breezy. I don't know how it was elsewhere, but the air in Hangzhou was exceptionally

tranquil. The only thing related to Yang Cun was Zhao Qinyun sending Lan Yue over; nothing else happened.

It seemed that Zhao Qinyun and the old emperor had both forgotten about Yang Cun.

Was this a good thing?

Since being injured that day, Li Caiyu had almost recovered. She sat with An Qiao

on the stone bench in the pavilion, embroidering a handkerchief prepared for Yang Cun. Although the misunderstanding had been cleared up, for some reason

, Yang Cun still couldn't get close to her again, always feeling as if there was another pair of eyes beneath those clear, bright

eyes .

Meanwhile, Lan Yue, sent by Zhao Qinyun, stood alone in the sunlight, looking out of place.

Unable to resist , Yang Cun strolled over to her.

"Lan Yue, what are you looking at?"

As he asked, Yang Cun looked up at the same angle Lan Yue was looking at. The area was a clear blue, no different from

anywhere .

To hell with that damned 72-degree melancholy.

Hearing Yang Cun's voice, Lan Yue shifted slightly, turned, and curtsied, "Greetings,

Your Excellency."

Her demeanor was as serene as a still pond, a world apart from the Lan Yue he first met. From her

eyes , Yang Cun could see she was a woman with a story, but unfortunately… that story had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of longing for that heavenly voice.

"Are you tired? If not, sing me a song."

Lan Yue was famous for her singing and dancing, but unfortunately, apart from the time Zhao Qinyun hosted a private banquet for him,

he had never heard her sing for him alone.

Lan Yue stiffened, seemingly surprised by Yang Cun's request. She tilted her head, pondering for a couple of

breaths before finally saying, "Alright."

Her ethereal dance, accompanied by her heavenly voice, captivated Yang Cun, making him feel as if

everything around him was unreal. Although he couldn't quite understand what she was singing, he was still immersed in

the melancholic atmosphere.

A light rain pattered down. Looking around blankly, Yang Cun had no idea where he was. A vast expanse of

white , devoid of the lush greenery of Yipinlou, felt like he had suddenly entered a

barrier similar to the world of Vajra Seal and Flame Dragon.

"Damn, how did I get in here?"

While he was still in a daze, he heard a piercing sound, and then… every hair on his body stood on end.

That voice… that voice, once so familiar, but now…

it was a car horn.

The shock was indescribable. Seeing a dark figure rushing towards him, Yang Cun quickly turned to avoid it.

A car sped past, accompanied by curses.

"Damn it, get the hell out of here, don't get me locked up..."

This authentic cursing tone... He mechanically turned his head and saw the surrounding fog gradually dissipating, revealing

skyscrapers that were now both familiar and strange...

Damn it, how did I get back? In that instant, Yang Cunzhen couldn't describe his feelings.

Looking at himself, he realized he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and his usual magnificent brocade robe

had vanished.

The streets were bustling with traffic, filled with indifferent people; no one had the leisure to

cast a glance at Yang Cunzhen, yet he felt incredibly uneasy. It was terrifying.

If he really had returned, returned from that country a thousand years ago, it meant he was still

the petty thug...

Nothing could be more unbearable. After living in another world, suddenly returning to his former self was something he

couldn't adapt to. Fear roamed through his body, seeping from every pore...

Fortunately, his memories remained, and he clearly remembered that it was Lan Yue's song that brought him back. He already knew that Lan Yue possessed cultivation

, though not a high level; he had clearly tested her that night when he was tormenting her.

But ... why did she have the ability to send him back?

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