[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9] Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: An Even More Chaotic Situation

If it weren't for Lan Yue's challenge, even Yang Cun himself wouldn't have known he possessed such stamina.

The indoor lights, which had burned all night, finally went out, leaving only a wisp of smoke rising. He couldn't count how

many times this had happened; looking at the woman who had fainted in his arms, Yang Cun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This woman had been stubbornly holding on, but in reality, she was already exhausted.

Excessive physical exertion had clouded his mind, leaving him with no energy to think about why she was doing what she did. Yang Cun

held Lan Yue in his arms, letting her drift off to sleep, taking the opportunity to recover his strength.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a knock on the door easily woke him.

"Master, we should go back."

It was Yang Tongbao's voice. The

moment Yang Cun moved his arm, Lan Yue, who was resting against his chest, reacted. He quickly closed his eyes, feeling

uneasy.

Could this woman still not be willing to let me go?

After a long while, there was still no movement. Out of curiosity, Yang Cun opened his eyes again.

After a night of bestial ravaging, Lan Yue's complexion was poor, but her eyes were glazed over, as if she couldn't

concentrate .

"Damn, did I drive her crazy?

" Startled, he tentatively called out, "Lan Yue?"

The body in his arms trembled and slowly turned around. Upon seeing him, Yang Cun

saw .

Despair? What was she despairing about?

As if talking to a puppet, Lan Yue slowly looked down at her naked

body, covered in hickeys, incredibly suggestive. When she looked up again, tears streamed down her face, her lips trembling and stained with blood, she

hesitated to speak to Yang Cun.

She looked as if he had forced her last night. "Damn, is she trying to blackmail me?

I don't have that much money.

" "Lan Yue, you seduced me first last night, I didn't force myself on you." And it wasn't just ordinary

seduction; her lewd appearance would probably even make a highly accomplished monk who had extinguished all desire unable to resist.

Although he knew it was petty to say these things now, he couldn't remain silent. It was

better than being unfairly accused.

"This servant... understands." Her hoarse, unpleasant voice lacked any of its captivating beauty; it was

because she had been moaning all night, and her throat was damaged. If she didn't take good care of it, he feared he would never hear that heavenly voice that had initially

moved again.

"Good, good. Lan Yue, you..." He had originally intended to ask if she wanted to follow him,

but after seeing something shatter into powder in her eyes, Yang Cun fell silent.

What had shattered? The sorrow she looked in made him feel uneasy as well.

"You... don't be sad, I will take responsibility for you." Knowing this might be a trap, that

this slut Lan Yue might be setting a snare for him, Yang Cun, who was never

immune , softened even though Lan Yue hadn't actually shed a tear. He opened his mouth and said

those words.

Taking responsibility for her was the maximum he could do; going any further was impossible. However, in this

day and age , to offer to take responsibility at a time like this is quite rare, isn't it?

Damn, lust is a double-edged sword. Knowing it's a trap, she still jumps in. She'd be

embarrassed .

Seemingly completely unprepared for Yang Cun's words, Lan Yue remained as silent as death, a slight ripple

appearing . But to Yang Cun's surprise, she slowly shook her head and said, "This servant

knows that what happened last night wasn't your fault, sir. It was all my frivolity. But this servant is just a courtesan, unworthy of your

favor, sir. I thank you in advance for your kindness."

"Hmm?" Yang Cun was puzzled, indicating he didn't understand. Wasn't she acting like that to infiltrate his

side and become Zhao Qinyun's spy?

Yang Tongbao, outside the door, heard voices inside and knew that someone was awake. He then signaled the maids who had been waiting for a long time

to go in and help with washing and dressing.

Zhao Qinyun had made ample preparations for appearances, ensuring everything was in order, even

providing Yang Cun with new clothes inside and out, so as to avoid the embarrassment of having nothing to change into. His washing, changing, and even dressing were all attended to by maids. Lan Yue

remained seated on the bed with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Lord Duke, my young master invites you to the front hall for a gathering." Just as Yang Cun finished getting ready, someone

came to invite him. After exchanging a glance with Yang Tongbao, Yang Cun stepped outside. He wanted to say something more to Lan Yue,

but seeing so many people, he decided against it.

The Yipinlou was probably already in chaos. He'd already been held up all night; was Zhao Qinyun

still not going to let him go? Following the person to the front hall, deliberately keeping a distance, Yang Cun lowered his voice and asked Yang Tongbao behind him

, "Where are the others?" "

Replying to your question, sir, they've probably all perished." Yang Tongbao answered very softly, so that no one else knew

except .

Yang Cun was startled. The men Yang Tongbao selected were all top-notch, yet they were all wiped out?

This shows that Zhao Qinyun's scholarly appearance and harmless smile are completely disproportionate to his

methods .

However, it's unclear what he's hiding in this mansion. Sending people in was merely a

warning, to prevent him from plotting against him, but now he's been silenced. Things seem far from

simple . "Did you find anything?"

"Sir, let's discuss this further back home. However, Lord Bai came by this morning."

"Which Lord Bai?" With so many people last night, how could he possibly distinguish one from another?

"Uh…" Yang Tongbao hesitated before continuing, "It's Bai Qi, a distant nephew of Bai Yongwang, the prefect of Hangzhou

."

A sickly, lecherous face appeared in his mind, but with a pair of incongruously

shrewd eyes. Yang Cun couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "It's him? Did he say what he wanted?"

"No. I'm also pondering his purpose for coming," Yang Tongbao shook his head, looking puzzled.

The guest rooms weren't far from the front hall; after a few words, they could already see the subordinate waiting in front.

Yang Cun had no choice but to shut his mouth. But he wasn't sure if he'd misheard, because Yang Tongbao's voice sounded

a little strange.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, this junior greets you."

Stepping into the hall, seeing Zhao Qinyun's harmless smile, Yang Cun suddenly understood what Yang Tongbao was being awkward about.

Yang Tongbao must have waited outside all night last night, so he must have heard their antics in the room, and Lan

Yue's loud moans. For a grown man to hear such sounds and have to suppress them would

easily drive him crazy.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime event; if it were him, he probably would have exploded on the spot, and it would be a pity for Yang Tongbao,

this honest, wooden man.

No, he wasn't a wooden man; he wasn't exactly honest either. After spending time together, Yang Cun

knew that beneath that resolute face lay some cunning. Loyalty, yes,

unconditional loyalty. "

I'll find him a couple of women to cool him off later, otherwise he might really get pent up. I'm counting

on him to do things for me in crucial moments."

Thinking this to himself, a genuinely fake smile appeared on his face.

"Oh dear, Your Highness is too polite. Please, make yourself at home."

"Hehe, etiquette is essential, how could I dare to overstep it? I know Your Highness hasn't had breakfast yet, so I've

prepared it. Would Your Highness do me the honor?" Zhao Qinyun said, ushering Yang Cun inside. He was humble and kind,

seemingly a good and honest young man.

Bullshit.

You little brat, could you be any more fake? I didn't hear you say you wouldn't dare overstep it last time. You change your

excuse every time. Be careful not to anger me, or I'll cut open your stomach and count how many bends your intestines have.

"Of course, it's my honor to dine with Your Highness, how could I say I'm doing you the honor?"

Damn, you're not a beauty, even the finest food would taste bland if we ate together. However, he should retract

his earlier grumbling; it seemed he was just as fake as him.

Damn the officialdom, damn the social obligations. Yang Cun felt he could never return to his innocent past.

Although … it seemed he never truly had an innocent moment.

Boring idle chatter, once started, showed no sign of stopping, pure junk food, and what was truly maddening

was that you had no choice but to continue.

Exhausted after a night's work, not only his back, but even his calves felt cramped; his legs were unusually weak. Amidst Yang

Cun's heartfelt curses, the long breakfast time, almost reaching noon, finally ended.

"Is Your Excellency returning to Yipinlou? This morning, someone from Yipinlou reported that something seemed to have happened. Since Your Excellency

was still asleep at the time, I took the liberty of not letting them disturb you. However, I also sent someone over; there should

n't be any problems." Seeing Yang Cun put down his chopsticks, his eyes clearly showing displeasure, Zhao Qinyun promptly spoke up, also stealing

the role of understanding and reasonable . 　　Nonsense, do you think you wouldn't know if something happened? His skill at blatantly lying is almost on par with his own. 　　After Yang Cun finished complaining, a worried look appeared on his face. He said, "Really? Then I'd better hurry back. There are still some family members there; I hope they won't be affected." 　　Those who follow me are my people, and their families include the An sisters and Li Caiyu. 　　"Alright, then this junior will respectfully see you off, Your Excellency." Zhao Qinyun stood up with a faint smile, her face showing no flaw. She said, "Your Excellency doesn't need to be too anxious. According to the servants, it seems that nothing has happened to the Duke's mansion." 　　Was this a veiled attempt to curry favor? Pretending not to understand, Yang Cun didn't accept this deliberate flattery. Instead, he anxiously used a tactful strategy, saying, "I must see it with my own eyes; otherwise, I won't feel at ease. I feel quite indebted to the young master for his invitations to banquets several times. How about I invite the young master over for a few drinks another day?" 　　Seeing Zhao Qinyun's eyes light up as he was about to agree, he quickly added, "However, the renovations to the Duke of Jiangnan's mansion are not yet complete. When I move in, the young master shouldn't refuse." 　　What a joke! He's as poor as a ghost; where would he get the money to entertain guests? He's just offering a pie in the sky to satisfy his hunger; don't take it too seriously. 　　"Alright, as long as the Duke says so, this junior will certainly come." Zhao Qinyun's smile twitched slightly. However, if he knew Yang Cun was only saying this because he was broke, he probably would have immediately offered hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver to make Yang Cun invite him. 　　One was concerned about the cost, while the other wanted the support of court officials, especially the Duke of Jingguo, one of the Three Dukes. These were completely different things. What was that saying again? Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. 　　In fact, Yang Cun was quite right. Someone like Zhao Qinyun, who hid all her thoughts and was impossible to understand , was likely full of tricks. Even just accompanying Yang Cun from the front hall to the main gate, she devised another scheme after one failed attempt, persisting in her efforts to win him over. 　　"By the way, Your Highness, I wonder if Lan Yue's service last night was satisfactory?" 　　Yang Cun pondered. He should have said this sooner; it was truly remarkable that he had held back until now. He nodded and said, "Lan Yue is a rare beauty." 　　This was the truth; if she didn't have real talent, how could she have been sent to his bed? 　　"I'm glad Your Highness is satisfied. I just redeemed her yesterday. If Your Highness likes her, I'll have someone train her properly and then present her to Your Highness." 　　He seized the opportunity, making the expected sales pitch. Yang Cun knew that even if he refused again, Zhao Qinyun would come up with more tricks. His brows relaxed, and he feigned delight, chuckling, "Really? Then I'll have to trouble you, Your Highness ." 　　This was merely to appease Zhao Qinyun; it wasn't that he was infatuated with Lan Yue, absolutely not. 　　On the way back, sitting in the sedan chair, Yang Cun asked Yang Tongbao to buy a bag of pastries to fill his stomach. The sedan chair bearers they had brought were nowhere to be seen, and Zhao Qinyun hadn't given any instructions. It wouldn't be good to reveal the unspoken agreement , so the sedan chair bearers were still hired. It wasn't convenient to talk, so Yang Cun and Yang Tongbao remained silent. 　　The table of light dishes wasn't particularly lavish, but it was definitely nutritious. The annoying thing was that Zhao Qinyun was sitting opposite him, ruining his appetite, and now he had to eat these pastries to fill his stomach. 　　Some were sweet, not to Yang Cun's liking for sweets. He took a small bite, and it melted in his mouth. It was at that moment that Yang Cun suddenly realized the reason for Lan Yue's unusual behavior. 　　She was drugged and couldn't stop, which is why she was so frantic and so sexually frustrated.

Full. But why? Could it be that Lan Yue doesn't actually want to follow him? Isn't she a courtesan? Finding

someone to rely on, a chance to reform, even if she were just an

ordinary , she should be happy, shouldn't she?

Women's minds are complicated, I don't understand.

At the entrance of the South Garden of Yipinlou, Wang Dong was already waiting there. Perhaps it was because he had been dealing with

so , but his solemn expression hadn't changed.

"Young Master, you're back?"

"Yes." Brushing off the crumbs of pastries, Yang Cun got out of the sedan chair and nodded, saying, "Uncle Dong, give them some loose

silver ."

"It's already prepared." Taking the silver and sending away the hired sedan chair bearers, Wang Dong hurriedly stepped forward to say something,

but was stopped by Yang Cun.

"Uncle Dong, it's settled. What's the big deal? If the sky falls, someone will hold it up; it won't hit the head of the... 'S'."

"No." Wang Dong smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that this old man is impatient, it's just that this matter is really..."

Sigh, it's still more enjoyable to fight on the battlefield and kill with gusto; these schemes and tricks really aren't suitable for his

old bones . It hasn't been that long, and he hasn't even calmed down yet, let alone regain his composure. "What's wrong?

Isn't it about Lord Yue Long's accident?" Yang Cun asked as they walked.

"Yes, but not entirely."

"Hmm? What is it now?" Yang Cun was also curious. Could it be that Zhao Qinyun had done something to delay him

?

"Young Master, the second matter has nothing to do with last night's banquet." Wang Dong emphasized before saying, "Let's talk about it when we

get back ."

Very well, this old man has also learned to keep people in suspense.

After entering the house and closing the door, Wang Dong even had Yang Tongbao personally guard the door before he felt at ease.

"Uncle Dong, what is the big deal? Tell me." So cautious? Could something really be beyond his

expectations ? Yang Cun couldn't help but urge him on.

"Yes, young master. The first thing is that the group that attacked Yue Long last night was more powerful than we imagined. Apart from that

lord, no one else survived."

"No one survived? Are you sure?" Yang Cun froze, frowning as he asked.

He was absolutely certain he was right. The black-clad men protecting Yue Long and those who kidnapped Xiao Jiu, as well as the black-clad men he had encountered by chance

in the Dark Night , belonged to the same group. Even if they weren't from the same batch, they belonged to the same organization. They

were the old emperor's men, commonly known as the Shadow Guards. Nominally, they obeyed the orders of the Shuntian Prefecture, but in reality,

no one could command them except the emperor.

Just imagine, the capabilities of such a group were unimaginable. To be intercepted and killed, it seemed Zhao Qinyun's strength

was truly formidable.

His face darkened, and he asked, "Where are they?"

"They've already been dealt with. The two sides were evenly matched, and we got a bargain."

Wang Dong revealed a hint of excitement when he mentioned this.

Those who have been to the battlefield and experienced slaughter generally fall into two categories: those who are weary of fighting and

bloodshed , and only want to live a peaceful and uneventful life; and those like Wang Dong, who

have an underlying yearning for blood and slaughter.

"Uncle Dong, what's the second thing?" If he wasn't mistaken, this second matter was what

unsettled .

"Oh, young master," Yang Cun's voice pulled Wang Dong, who had been lost in thought about the battle the previous night

, back to reality. He quickly relayed the message sent to him in the middle of the night: "That person confessed." "

That person? Who?" Exhausted, his thoughts were a little scattered.

"It's the person you had the Chen family send to the Duke's mansion. You gave instructions before they left last night. They interrogated him

all night to get the results." He seemed so serious and focused then, but after just one night he forgot everything

. This young master...

"I know who it is. What were the results of the interrogation?" Hearing this, Yang Cun was no longer in a hurry.

It couldn't possibly be that Prince Ding himself sent someone to tell him that Long Chi wasn't responsible for the poisoned corpse incident, could it? And that honest-looking Tu

Hao was even less likely. Under heaven, besides the emperor's men, there really wasn't another suitable candidate.

The interrogation was just to confirm his answer.

"Young Master, that person confessed to coming from Tianjin."

"Tianjin?" Yang Cun's pupils suddenly contracted. He never expected Tianjin to be brought up again at this time

. With Tianjin came the former Tianjin Admiral Xiao Jiu, and next up was the Demonic Sect.

He wondered how that wild, alluring, and somewhat gentle Demonic Sect enchantress was doing. It had been so

long since he'd seen her; he still missed her…

"Young Master? Young Master?" Why did his young master suddenly start grinning like an idiot?

"Ahem, Uncle Dong, you say it." He'd gotten lost in thought; it seemed he still needed to practice more. That demoness from the Demonic Sect

is a Five-Dan master. If he could cultivate another Dan, he wouldn't have to run away like a rabbit whenever he saw her.

Maybe with a bit of luck, he could even get a kiss... Hehe...

That lewd face left Wang Dong speechless. He had no choice but to ignore it and

tell Yang Cun the important things that would get his attention.

"It's Jinmen, that's right. That person said he came from Jinmen."

"He wouldn't say he was sent by the Demonic Sect next, would he?" Oh no, he'd accidentally blurted

out .

"The Demonic Sect?" Wang Dong was confused again.

"Uncle Dong, I was just making this up. Just tell me, who sent him?" Yang Cun blushed,

feeling a little embarrassed. He couldn't afford to be distracted anymore. Everyone was working diligently; it seemed like he was ungrateful

for their efforts.

"That man confessed that the person who sent him was..." Still glancing back uneasy, Wang Dong lowered

his voice and continued, "...Prince Rong."

"Prince Rong? How could that be?" Even with his strong mental fortitude, Yang Cun was so shocked that he jumped up

from his chair , asking incredulously.

"Yes, it's indeed highly unlikely, but that's what that person said." He couldn't quite

explain what had happened, but whenever he heard that Prince Ding was planning a rebellion, Yang Cun automatically

categorized the two of them as being on the same path. Not to mention that Prince Rong, who was always kind and gentle, had changed

his , his encounter with Prince Rong's heir outside Suzhou was also very unusual.

At the time, he was escorting a shipment of goods. The little demoness told him there were no official orders or documents from the Ministry of Revenue;

it was purely smuggled goods. However, so much smuggled goods seemed suspicious. Later, he secretly sent people to find the surviving

merchants and learned that the goods were supplies, clothing, and bedding—enough to equip a troop. Furthermore,

the route he took was the direction of the Prince of Ding's secret troop encampment, as provided by Longchi. So, who would believe they weren't in cahoots?

But now, the Prince of Rong has sent someone to subtly reveal that the matter of the poisoned corpse is related to Zhao Qinyun. What is

his motive? Could it be a frame-up?

"Uncle Dong, there are still some doubts about this matter. Did you find out anything else?"

"That person only said that Prince Rong led a large force to Tianjin to rescue Prince Rong's heir, but it didn't seem to go smoothly.

I don't know what happened later, but Prince Rong actually flew into a rage in public. Later, he secretly sent him to

tell Duke Jing that the drugged corpse incident that was causing such a stir in Hangzhou was related to Prince Ding's heir." Wang Dong could only tell the truth.

He left the reasons to his young master to figure out. He couldn't understand it.

"This sounds more like he wants to use me to deal with Zhao Qinyun?" Yang Cun raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"It seems so." Wang Dong nodded in agreement.

"But why?"

"Yes, why is that?" Well, let him figure it out himself.

On the surface, it seems like internal strife. But Prince Rong is a bit unethical. His own son was

captured by the Demonic Sect, so he takes his anger out on someone else's son? Or...

Thinking of that possibility, even Yang Cun felt it was a bit far-fetched.

The Demonic Sect was actually bribed by Prince Ding. The plot to intercept goods and capture people was entirely his doing. That's why Prince Rong,

upon accidentally learning the truth, flew into a rage in public, feeling betrayed,

and retaliated by trying to use Prince Ding's son's safety as a pretext.

Is that possible? Or was the initial direction completely wrong? Prince Ding's purpose was clear; it's hard to

believe he was raising an army and manufacturing weapons for defense against thieves. Nobody believed that. What

role did Prince Rong play in all this? And who poisoned the Crown Prince, or who ordered it?

It's all so confusing, a complete mess. It seems plausible at first glance, but upon closer analysis,

it just doesn't make sense.

These people, with nothing better to do, are doing things that are incomprehensible, exhausting themselves analyzing them on empty stomachs

. They're practically persecuting people to the point of desperation.

My mind is filled with conflicting thoughts; if this continues, even three days and three nights of contemplation won't

yield any results. I should put it aside for now.

Yang Cun looked up and instructed Wang Dong, "Uncle Dong, have Tongbao come in."

"What? Does he know?" Wang Dong asked casually. Wasn't figuring things out more important right now

? "He might not know. I just want to ask him if those who haven't returned discovered something?"

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