Chapter 47 - 47 47 Mu Yans Wuming Fire

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Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Mu Yan’s Wuming Fire Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Mu Yan’s Wuming Fire Zhan Hui watched Zhan Lan gulp down the liquor, thinking: having grown up without a father, they always say that the eldest brother is like a father, so Zhan Lan probably always saw him as a father figure. Zhan Beicang was stern, and since she was young, Zhan Lan liked training with him. Zhan Hui watched Zhan Lan become more and more stunning, yet he couldn’t harbor those kinds of thoughts between men and women for her. He just felt that his sister Zhan Lan was especially dear to him, and even more comfortable to be around than his own sister, Zhan Xuerou. Zhan Lan was not concerned with minor details, while Zhan Xuerou was too sensitive, and sometimes he would inadvertently say the wrong thing and anger her, but Zhan Lan would not. Zhan Lan drank an entire bottle of Plum Wine, feeling extremely happy. Only in this slightly tipsy state could she temporarily forget the pain hatred brought her. But she overestimated her alcohol tolerance. In her past life, because she was often in the frigid borderlands, she frequently drank. However, she hadn’t yet developed her liquor tolerance in this life. As Zhan Hui drank the spiked liquor she served, Zhan Lan cursed herself for indulging, “Zhan Lan, you’re too weak! This bit of alcohol is nothing much at all!” Fifteen minutes later, she stumbled back to her room. Fortunately, the Li family was still unconscious; otherwise, they would have scolded her fiercely for returning drunk. Zhan Lan walked to the side of the bed, flopped down heroically, only to be jabbed in the back by something. Half-conscious, she sat up and a silver mask became clearer and clearer in front of her eyes. “What’s this?” Zhan Lan’s eyes widened, she bit it with her teeth, then happily said: “It’s silver, can be sold for money, hehe...” On the other hand, at the Mu Residence. A frown creased Mu Yan’s brow so severely it almost hurt. He had a strange feeling that someone was coveting his possessions! Following that, the face of Zhan Lan, who valued wealth as life itself, surfaced in his mind. “Is this woman targeting my things again?” Mu Yan reviewed his thoughts, pupils dilating, “My mask!” “Master, what’s wrong?” Hearing noises, Vermilion Bird knocked and entered. “Was there any message from General Mansion today?” Mu Yan asked with a cold face. Vermilion Bird respectfully replied, “Today, Miss Liu said that everything was normal at General Mansion. Tomorrow, the young master Zhan Hui is going to be presented to His Majesty, and Miss Zhan also met young master Zhan Hui twice today and they had a drink together.” Mu Yan tapped his finger lightly on the table, “Liu Xi is indeed a smooth operator, not offending anyone on either side!” It was common knowledge that Zhan Hui would be presented to His Majesty; as for Zhan Lan’s news, it was not important—simply having a drink with her elder brother. Most importantly, Mu Yan knew that Zhan Lan had visited other places today. Regarding this matter, Liu Xi kept her lips sealed, seemingly still loyal to Zhan Lan. Mu Yan’s voice was displeased, “From now on, we don’t need Liu Xi to gather information. We should plant our own spy in the Zhan Family.” “Yes, Master!” Vermilion Bird nodded in reply. He felt that today’s master was somehow unhappy again when mentioning Miss Zhan Lan. After having a preserved fruit, Mu Yan changed his clothes, then said to Vermilion Bird, “Don’t follow me, I have a place to go!” “Master, where are you...” Vermilion Bird was concerned for Mu Yan’s safety. Mu Yan’s voice was tinged with impatience, “Catch a little thief fox.” In his mind, Vermilion Bird thought: Who would dare to steal from the master with such audacity? He watched Mu Yan’s figure blend into the night and didn’t dare to say any more. Zhan Lan had been drinking; Xiaotao had just visited, forcefully helped her remove the overtly alcohol-scented coat, and made her change into new clothing. After Xiaotao left, Zhan Lan locked the door unsteadily. If it wasn’t for the drug she slipped into her brother’s drink, she wouldn’t have ended up drinking. She could never drink again; it could ruin things! An hour later, Zhan Lan, drunk with alcohol, lay on the bed, clutching a silver mask, curled up into a ball and singing, “Little bok choy, yellow in the field, two or three years old, without a mother...” Mu Yan climbed through the window into the room and saw Zhan Lan in such a state, finding it both ridiculous and annoying. He walked over and sat beside Zhan Lan’s bed, watching her sing, “Little Tao, doing laundry, for two or three days, not very dirty...” Zhan Lan thought of Xiao Tao, who just came to ask her for clothes, such a strange family rule! She suspected that it was Mrs. Li deliberately making things difficult for Xiao Tao! Making Xiao Tao have endless chores every day! “Little bok choy... ah!” Zhan Lan’s singing abruptly stopped, and she suddenly turned to see Mu Yan. Zhan Lan, dazed and confused, sat up and pinched Mu Yan’s cheek with her thumb and forefinger. Mu Yan’s handsome face, for the first time in his life, was pinched like this, and his face turned dark immediately. Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan naively, pursing her lips and said, “You, you’re also bullying me, aren’t you? You know I don’t have a mother’s love, that’s why you bully me, right?” Mu Yan grabbed Zhan Lan’s hand and held it tightly. Zhan Lan pouted in grievance, reached for Mu Yan’s collar, and pulled him close to her face. Their eyes met, close enough to feel each other’s breath. But suddenly, a line of clear tears rolled down from the corners of Zhan Lan’s eyes. She saw Mu Yan’s face, completely overlapping with the Regent King’s face she saw before death. She choked up and asked, “Why, why did they betray me? Mu Yan, did you bury me there?” Zhan Lan looked around with eyes full of grievance, “Mu Yan, where is my spear? Where has it gone?” As she spoke, she raised the mask, “Ah, Wuming, I’ve found you!” Mu Yan, stunned by her drunken words, asked, “What did you say?” Zhan Lan cried and then laughed, embracing Mu Yan and giving him two hearty pats on the back, “Zhan Hui, no, brother, I will protect you, I will always protect you!” Zhan Lan, heavy-headed and unsteady on her feet, couldn’t control her body’s weight, and collapsed onto the bed. Mu Yan was brought down, sprawling over her. “Let go, Zhan Lan!” Mu Yan’s eyes were cold and fierce. Zhan Lan actually mistook him for Zhan Hui! Thinking of this, a surge of nameless anger sparked inside him! Zhan Lan held onto Mu Yan tightly, “No, big brother, don’t leave me, I’ll protect you, I won’t make the same mistakes again!” Mu Yan listened quietly to her repeating these words. Zhan Lan, in her drunken state, had filled her mind only with Zhan Hui, with whom she had no blood relation! Anger, fury, irritability, all rushed into Mu Yan’s mind at once. However, Zhan Lan pushed him away, turned over, and pushed Mu Yan down below her, “No, I must protect big brother, where is my warhorse?” Zhan Lan lowered her head to see Mu Yan, swiftly got on top of him. Mu Yan, completely startled by Zhan Lan’s shocking behavior, received a sharp slap on the buttocks. “Giddy up! Run fast! Kill them all!” Zhan Lan, holding Mu Yan’s mask, rode at his waist, leaning forward and charging. “Zhan Lan!” Mu Yan felt extremely humiliated being ridden by her, and gritting his teeth, he flipped Zhan Lan beneath him. Zhan Lan still clung to Mu Yan, “Ah, I’m falling off the horse, I can’t save big brother!” Mu Yan held down Zhan Lan’s hand that was hooking his neck, and with eyes as beautiful as the stars, yet as unapproachable as an iceberg, he stared at Zhan Lan and said coldly, “Zhan Lan, sober up, look clearly at who I am?” “Eh, my warhorse... can talk!” Zhan Lan entangled Mu Yan’s waist like an octopus. Mu Yan felt a shiver all over, his ear tips instantly turned red. Had the girl gone mad? He was a man, a robust and virile man. Mu Yan’s head heated up, and in the moment when Zhan Lan drew near, he bit down on her white neck.

Chapter 47 - 47 47 Mu Yans Wuming Fire

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