"Hoh, you really know how to enjoy yourself..."
The man in black lifted the bed curtains and glanced at Ming Feiche, who was snoring loudly on the bed, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
The visitor was none other than Yun Siman, who had traveled all the way to Yan Country to sabotage the marriage alliance.
After arriving in Yan Country, he had learned that the Second Prince's mansion had over a dozen concubines, and that the prince himself was a debauched playboy, living a life of extravagance and indulgence, a true second-generation royal who neglected his duties...
If Ming Feiche had been handsome and exceptionally good-looking, it might have been understandable. But as Yun Siman looked at him, he almost vomited his dinner.
The room was heated by an underfloor heating system, making it quite warm. Ming Feiche hadn't covered himself with a blanket, which perfectly showcased his corpulent physique.
He had a barrel-like waist, thick thighs, and resembled a large jar for pickling vegetables. His greasy face gleamed, his nose was red and bulbous, his face was plump, his eyebrows were sparse, as if scraped clean. In short, he was ugly...
"Ugh, someone like this actually wants to marry Princess Xinling? Ugh, ugh!~" Yun Siman felt a wave of nausea.
Forget it. The Emperor had already said that as long as he could disrupt the marriage, Xiao Xinling would be his.
With this thought, Yun Siman took out a medicine bottle from his embrace, poured out some white powder, and brought it close to the concubine's nose...
"Mmm! Ah, Achoo!~" The beautiful concubine sneezed, then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Ming Feiche was startled and sat up abruptly. Before Yun Siman could knock him out, Ming Feiche trembled with his jowly face and angrily cursed, "You scoundrel, who are you? How dare you trespass into my prince's bedchamber? Don't you want to live?"
Yun Siman was not flustered at all. When he snuck in, he had knocked out the guards at the door, so no matter how loudly Ming Feiche shouted, no one would come to his rescue...
"I'm here to save someone!~" Yun Siman said with a smile.
His face was covered with a black cloth, so Ming Feiche couldn't confirm his identity.
"W-who do you want to save?" Ming Feiche's eyes widened. As he spoke, he reached under his pillow, where a dagger was hidden.
Yun Siman saw his small movement and curled his lips, saying, "I'm here to save those poor girls. I heard you indulge in debauchery and live a life of drunken stupor all day long, ruining at least eighty or ninety young girls a year. You're quite capable, aren't you..."
It was truly a case of some having too much and others not enough.
Ming Feiche frowned, "What does it have to do with you? If you don't get out, I'll call for help!~"
Those guards were truly useless, unable to stop even one person.
Yun Siman shrugged indifferently, "Go on, shout! Shout louder!"
The guards had been knocked out. Even if the stewards, maids, and servants heard the commotion, they wouldn't be a match for Yun Siman's few punches and kicks...
"You, you, you dare!~"
Ming Feiche roared and drew his dagger, intending to stab Yun Siman.
If he didn't take down this assassin today, how could he show his face?
Yun Siman's hand was swift. He saw Ming Feiche's fat face and punched him, then snatched the dagger. "Heh, playing dirty, are we? Fine, I have urgent matters to attend to, so I won't waste time with you..."
With that, Yun Siman took out a piece of rag, stuffed it into Ming Feiche's mouth, and then directly pulled down his pants.
"Mmm! Woo woo!~"
"Don't move, it'll be over soon!"
Yun Siman curled his lips and then turned a philandering prince into a eunuch.
Ming Feiche was sweating profusely from the pain. He had never suffered such torment in his life. The intense pain made him faint directly, lying motionless on the bed like a dead pig... httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Yun Siman threw away the dagger and narrowed his eyes. "Hmph, you scoundrel, and you dare to have designs on Princess Xinling? Bah, bah, bah, how disgusting!~"
With Ming Feiche now a eunuch, not only could he not marry Xiao Xinling, but he couldn't even handle the concubines in his own mansion. Thus, the marriage alliance was completely ruined.
Leaving the prince's mansion, Yun Siman looked up at the clear night sky and suddenly missed that princess...
This morning, he had received a letter from Gu Mingyan, instructing him to return to the capital as soon as possible to report, without delay.
It seemed the Marquis had a mission for him.
Yun Siman mounted his horse, flicked the whip, and the steed shot out like an arrow.
The next morning, Dashui Village.
Yun Daman slept soundly. When he woke up in the morning, he filled the water缸, chopped firewood, and lit all the stoves in the house...
A heavy snowfall had fallen overnight, and the entire Dashui Village was covered in a vast expanse of white, like a kingdom of ice and snow.
Old Man Yun and Jin Xiaolou swept the snow in the yard, pushed open the main gate, and began clearing the snow at the entrance.
Villagers came out with brooms and shovels, sweeping the snow with a 'clang clang clang' sound...
"Daman, you go to the county town later and deliver the letter, okay!~" Madam Gu instructed from the doorway of the main house.
Yun Erman, carrying a ash basket, smiled and said, "Mother, I'll go after breakfast!"
It was just that the snow was too heavy, and he wasn't sure if the carriage could travel. If not, he would find the family's sled and have the jujube-red horse pull it. It would be faster than a carriage...
Shangguan Fang'er went to the back garden alone, shedding tears as she built a snowman, muttering, "Sanman, Sanman, come back quickly, someone at home is thinking of you!~"
The elders said that if you keep thinking of someone, there will be a response, but why hadn't Sanman returned yet?
Had he really been beheaded?
"Sister Fang'er, aren't you cold?" Gao Jingde walked into the back garden at some point, a clear snot hanging from his nose.
Shangguan Fang'er came back to her senses, quickly wiped away her tears, and said with a simple smile, "This snow is warm, try touching it if you don't believe me!~"
Gao Jingde: "..."
Why did Sister Fang'er seem to be getting dumber?
Where in the world was there warm snow? Wouldn't it melt?
Gao Jingde walked over, squatted beside Shangguan Fang'er, and reached out to pick up a clump of snow. "It's so cold, so cool!~"
Shangguan Fang'er squinted and smiled, hugged Gao Jingde, and used her sleeve to wipe his snot. "You've caught a cold, you shouldn't run around..."
After hearing this, Gao Jingde felt a sourness in his heart for some reason, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Living at his grandma's house, although everyone treated him very well, he always felt like something was missing.
Now that Shangguan Fang'er was hugging him tightly, wiping his snot, and even pressing her face against his, he suddenly realized that what he had been missing was probably motherly love...
In the past, Gao Fengjuan was strict and harsh with him and didn't know how to take care of people at all. Although his father doted on him, this affection was still a step away from motherly love.
Gao Jingde sniffled and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed that Sister Fang'er's hand was not quite right...