Chapter 117 (2/2)

For seven nights, he couldn’t tell whether this was tormenting the woman in the palace or torturing…himself.

When big shadow left, Yanmo Han stood outside the window for a long time waiting, until the sound of water came from the inner hall, he flew up onto the roof.

He breathed very lightly, because he knew that both the master and the servant in the house had good martial arts.

Yanmo Han gently pried opened two tiles on the roof.

Nan Xun was sitting in the tub, while Cuihuan stood on the side waiting on her.

The little girl wailed and cried, “I’m sorry, this slave didn’t protect you.”

Nan Xun laid on the edge of the tub, squinting her eyes lazily, and her expression looked as if she was enjoying herself.

Seeing the little girl crying again, Nan Xun sighed helplessly, “Cuihuan ah, Niang Niang isn’t crying, so what are you crying for ah?”

Cuihuan wiped her tears, “But the tyrant ruined Niang Niang. What can you do with Yan gongzi? The tyrant pampered Niang Niang for seven days straight without a word. What’s more, even if he pampers Niang Niang, he sneaks in. I heard that it’s not even recorded when the tyrant pampers Niang Niang these days!”3

Nan Xun didn’t care, “It’s better that it’s not recorded in the book, so Yan Han doesn’t know that I’ve been favored by the emperor.”

Cuihuan was still a little worried, “But Niang Niang’s innocence is gone, wouldn’t Yan gongzi mind?”

Nan Xun raised a corner of her mouth and said. “He didn’t know whether I had my innocence before. Why would he go inquire whether I have been favored by the emperor? I asked him before if he mind that I am the emperor’s woman and he said he didn’t mind. But if he dislikes me because I lost my innocence, wouldn’t that be slapping his own face?”

Nan Xun’s fallacious reasoning led Cuihuan to a valley ditch and she took quite a while to climb back up, then said in genuinely and somewhat worried tone, “Why hasn’t Yan gongzi come these days? Did he see the emperor doting on you with his own eyes?”

Nan Xun was shocked when she heard her words and hesitated with her reply, “I don’t think so. What kind of man can tolerate his woman being oppressed by other men, unless this man isn’t a man but a eunuch? Do you think Yan Han is weak and incompetent? He would watch his woman being ruined by other men, and still endure it?”

Cuihuan thought deeply after listening.

Little eight shivered, “You, why did you say that? I told you that the big boss is listening on the roof!”

Nan Xun sneered in her heart, “Don’t you see? I’m insulting him right at his face, trying to provoke his psychological scars and show that he’s an abnormal impotent pervert.”

Little eight: …

Suddenly he felt that the big boss was quite pitiful. Of course, little eight didn’t dare to say this in front of Nan Xun, for fear that she would really make him into a cake.

However, she still had to thank him. If he didn’t contribute that hallucinogenic powder to her, she would have been that pillow in the end, hmph.

“Niang Niang, you don’t seem to care at all. Is it really okay to lose your innocence?” Cuihuan asked carefully with a very low voice.

Nan Xun replied, “Isn’t this good for me now? Little girl Cuihuan, do you want your Niang Niang to seek death? Hang myself? Or jump into a well?”

When Cuihuan heard this, she was terrified and shook her head abruptly. “Niang Niang, please don’t think twice about this. Isn’t it simply just losing innocence, what woman in the harem is still innocent? They were all ruined by the tyrant. You were bitten by a dog, this slave will wash your body well.”

Nan Xun wanted to laugh. This little girl Cuihuan scolded and cursed particularly well.

Cuihuan took the bath towel and dried her body. When she saw the blue and purple bite marks on Nan Xun’s body, she sobbed for a long time.

On the roof, Yanmo Han, who had listened to the master and servant’s words, suddenly clenched his fist so tightly until his palm bled.