Chapter 990: Chapter 545: What Is Chen Yuan Doing? (Enter Only If Interested)
Even before Chen Yuan had returned to the capital, Sima Ke had been plotting to host a welcome banquet for him, but his reputation was too grand, attracting too much attention.
If he acted rashly, it would easily be noticed by others.
Thus, it was postponed until now.
Today, Chen Yuan was bestowed the title of Marquis of Wu’an, with a fief of ten thousand households, truly a joyous occasion, naturally deserving even greater celebration, so that the impression left on Chen Yuan would be even more profound.
Since yesterday he began planning, and convinced his mother, aiming to solidify their relationship tonight, preventing Sima Qian and Sima You from recruiting Chen Yuan away.
Chen Yuan frowned, thinking that Sima Ke was truly persistent.
His nature ruthless.
For his own benefit, he discarded everything.
Yang Guifei’s beauty was indeed extraordinary, her figure voluptuous; saying he had no thoughts at all would be deceptive, but Chen Yuan managed to restrain his impulses.
After all, he had always been devoted to the Dao.
But now…
Chen Yuan’s gaze flickered, somewhat hesitant.
Doing this would indeed bind Yang Guifei and her son thoroughly to his chariot, for such matters were too shocking, and if spread, no one would come out unscathed.
But Chen Yuan’s true intention was to treat them as pawns.
Seeing Chen Yuan hesitating and not responding, Sima Ke’s heart skipped a beat, wondering if Chen Yuan was displeased or had other concerns?
He quickly said:
“Brother Chen, rest assured, this will never be leaked, everything is handled cautiously.”
“Your Highness should focus on the Crown Prince position. Such minor matters will never suffice for great deeds,” Chen Yuan said solemnly, then turned and left.
“Brother Chen, you…”
“Returning to the mansion.”
Chen Yuan answered from afar.
“Returning to the mansion…” Sima Ke’s eyes flashed with joy.
Returning to the mansion was good, returning was good.
As long as he returned to the residence, his plan would be fulfilled.
Contemplating the pros and cons of this matter, Chen Yuan’s pace wasn’t fast, but even without consciously hurrying, his cultivation allowed him to move swiftly.
After all, although the Prince Mansion was somewhat distant from Duke Wuwei Mansion, they were still within the Inner City.
Before long, Chen Yuan returned to the mansion.
The guard waiting at the entrance hurriedly saluted, eyes somewhat excited.
The news that their lord was made Marquis had spread throughout the capital, and they were naturally aware of it; that was indeed a Marquis with a fief of ten thousand households—a supreme honor.
It was estimated that by tomorrow morning, the imperial decree would arrive, either changing Duke Wuwei Mansion to Marquis of Wu’an Mansion, or the Emperor granting another top-tier residence.
Chen Yuan nodded slightly, due to having some thoughts in his mind, he did not speak much, gave a few instructions, and quickly returned to his room.
With a thought, an invisible force enveloped the entire room and immediately discovered someone inside.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuan slowly pushed the door open.
“Madam, show yourself.”
As expected, just as he finished speaking, a graceful figure slowly emerged from a dark corner of the room, her posture voluptuous, flawless and wrapped in a layer of black gauze.
Her features were obscured, but this ambiguous appearance was even more alluring.
The woman slowly removed the black veil covering her face, revealing her true appearance.
It was Sima Ke’s mother, the current Imperial Concubine.
“You’ve returned?”
Yang Guifei lightly tapped her teeth, her voice carried a trace of authority, yet mixed with a touch of gentleness, her gaze towards Chen Yuan extremely complex, carrying emotions of longing, shame, and apprehension.
Clearly, she understood what would happen today.
“Madam, instead of resting in the harem, why have you silently come to my mansion?” Chen Yuan slowly sat down, poured himself a cup of cold tea to calm his anger.
Who could withstand such a test?!
“Feigning ignorance.”
Yang Guifei gradually shed her panic, rolling her eyes at Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes, contemplating briefly:
“Regarding Fourth Highness, I have my own plans. There’s no need for this. He misunderstood consistently; I’ve always been devoted to cultivation, never approached women.”
Yang Guifei snorted softly, slowly sitting beside him, opened her mouth, and said quietly:
“It’s unrelated to Ke’er; if you can help him, great; if not, it’s no matter.”
“Then you…”
“The days you were in Liangzhou, I don’t know why I kept having strange dreams, feeling… feeling an attachment to you.”
Chen Yuan’s eyes flashed with realization.
It seemed that it was the work of Senior Moluo, planting a seed in Yang Guifei’s spirit, gradually over the months.
That seed took root and sprouted.
“So?”
“So, even without Ke’er’s repeated persuasion, I would have come.”
Yang Guifei spoke solemnly.
Chen Yuan coughed twice:
“This matter defies ethics; Madam, you should return…”
Before he could finish, Yang Guifei interrupted:
“If that’s so, then why did you… do that when Ke’er met you last time?”
Yang Guifei seemed to recall something, a blush appearing on her face.
Chen Yuan frowned:
“That day when His Highness came to see me, if he discovered you under the table, what would happen? Surely, Madam knows? I was only considering your best interest.”
“But there was no need to seal my mouth.”
“If not for sealing the mouth, where else? If Madam unintentionally makes a sound, things would turn dire.”