Chapter 106: Grand Duke's Lady, Have You Ever Heard of the Warm Oven?

Chen Yan barely glanced at Meng Yinbing, turned his head toward Meng Hanren and reminded, "What are you still standing around doing?"

"Your big brother is still hurrying to confess to your mother!"

Solo joy is inferior to shared joy.

Chen Yan, of course, would not only think of his own pleasure and forget the biggest victim…

"Big brother, my dear big brother, you never imagined today would come, did you?"

With permission, Meng Hanren solemnly placed the Spirit Tablet down and rushed toward Meng Yinbing.

Imitating Chen Yan's move, he aligned Meng Yinbing's head with the Spirit Tablet on the ground and struck down heavily.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Amid the muffled thuds was the resentment and hatred Meng Hanren had harbored over the years.

"Grand Duke's Lady, are you still satisfied?"

Chen Yan released Meng Wan Yi, tossed her onto the ground like a dead dog, and, with a careless smile, asked.

"Chen Yan, don't get too smug!"

Meng Wan Yi curled on the ground, trembling all over, coldly staring at the humiliating Chen Yan, gritted her teeth and said, "Sooner or later you'll face retribution...."

"If such a thing as retribution existed, you wouldn't have lived to this point!"

Hearing that, Chen Yan gently shook his head and said calmly.

He paused, then shifted tone and continued, "But before you curse me, consider whether the Meng Clan affair might involve you and your two sons…"

"Retribution?"

His coming to this world, Chen Yan, is the greatest retribution for these people!

"You threaten me?" Meng Wan Yi was startled, sensed the hidden meaning, and said in a deep voice.

"How could that be!"

Chen Yan spread his hands, pursed his lips in a light smile, and teasingly said, "Just a small, friendly reminder..."

Saying that, he gave a glance toward Meng Hanren, who was holding down Meng Yinbing, and the Embroidered Attire Envoy.

In that instant, Chen was suddenly in a playful mood...

The Embroidered Attire Envoy instantly understood, and Meng Hanren, though a bit slow, also grasped the meaning of that glance.

Almost simultaneously they released their grip on Meng Yinbing...

"You, Chen, I'm going all out against you!"

Unbound, Meng Yinbing, already driven insane by shame, rushed toward Chen Yan like a madman.

"Ah!"

Seeing this, Chen Yan's mouth curved into a smile, he seized the hand Meng Yinbing lunged with, pressed it against his chest, and fell backward.

He fell backward in the Flat Sand Falling Goose stance onto the ground.

He slid several meters backward.

"Lord Chen Yan!"

"Sir, are you alright!"

The nearest Xuanwu Guard Embroidered Attire Envoy quickly rushed forward and helped the fallen Chen Yan to his feet.

But Zhu Yi stood still, motionless, quietly admiring his own Young Master's performance.

An old civil official whose body had long been hollowed out by wine and women could actually harm his Young Master—there must be something strange...

"My heavens, big brother's acting is just too…" Li Tan, witnessing the scene, gasped in awe and shouted, "Meng Yinbing, not only did you collude with the enemy and betray the nation, you also dared, in full view, to attack the Vermilion Bird Mirror Keeper!"

"His heart is punishable, the crime is elevated a notch!"

Though the performance was a bit flamboyant, Li Tan read Chen Yan's gaze before he fell.

He coordinated with extreme smoothness.

"No!"

"I didn't!"

The now‑calm Meng Yinbing froze in place; moments ago he was only driven by fury.

"So many witnesses saw it with their own eyes, and you still try to make a sly defense?" Li Tan said with a stern face, sneering.

"The ones who wronged you know even more how wronged you are..."

"No!"

"It's not like that..."

"I just..."

Meng Yinbing still tried to explain himself.

But Li Tan gave him no chance to defend, snorting coldly, "Provoking my Bright Mirror Department, is it?"

"Men!"

"Punish Lord Meng!"

Whether Chen Yan's fall was real or staged, daring to strike his big brother is striking Li Tan's face.

Some things can be endured, others cannot.

The many Xuanwu Guard Embroidered Attire Envoys who had been richly rewarded immediately prepared to act on command.

They are, after all, their patron father!

"Wait!" Chen Yan raised his hand to halt.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Li Tan, seeing this, asked with slight confusion.

"Punishment and all that is too troublesome..."

Chen Yan brushed the dust off himself, half‑smiling, half‑mocking, and said playfully, "Go bring that big jar over!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the inconspicuous water‑filled jar in the corner of the courtyard.

What kind of game is this? … Li Tan heard it in a haze and said, "Hurry up and go!"

Li Tan didn't understand, but still ordered to follow the command.

The things big brother wants to do are certainly his own logic!

"Chen Yan, what on earth are you trying to do?" Meng Wan Yi struggled to sit up, looked at the Embroidered Attire Envoy carrying the jar, and felt her heartbeat inexplicably quicken.

"I'm making a supreme dish!"

Chen Yan heard that, raised an eyebrow, and retorted, "Grand Duke's Lady, have you ever heard of the arrogant and lofty?"

His words were laden with deep implication.

A tribute to the legendary barbecue master, comrade Zhu Zhanji.

"What?" Meng Wan Yi was bewildered.

Chen Yan gave no explanation, but turned his head and, full of enthusiasm, ordered, "Cover the big jar, fetch firewood and light it!"

"Yes."

The Xuanwu Guard Embroidered Attire Envoy immediately split the task; four of them lifted the jar and covered it toward Meng Yinbing, while the others went to the kitchen to fetch firewood and pile it for ignition.

"No… don't!"

"Ah!"

Meng Yinbing, panicked, pounded the heavy jar, "Hot… so hot…."

"Cough…"

"Cough cough!"

As the fire grew stronger, thick black smoke rose and the jar's walls turned blazing red and scorching.

"Mirror Master Chen is pleading with you, give me a quick end!"

The pleading voice kept coming from inside the jar.

Now Meng Yinbing truly felt that living was worse than dying…

"Quick end?"

"Hahaha!"

Chen Yan heard that and laughed out loud.

A quick end means liberation, and that's just perfect for these people!

The old debts must be repaid to them, piece by piece, in excruciating agony…

"Chen Yan did it on purpose; everything he does is to deliberately torment Uncle, to avenge Mother…."

Immobile Chen Cijiu, hearing the wail, felt a sharp sting and thought to himself.

"Will Uncle's fate someday fall upon us…?" Chen Gubai shivered involuntarily.

"Ahhh!"

Meng Yinbing's agonized screams continued from the jar, gradually growing fainter.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

His wives, concubines, and children wept with reddened eyes, their hearts feeling like knives.

As the sounds from the jar ceased completely, waves of meat aroma drifted out…

"How dare you command the Embroidered Attire Envoy to openly murder a Court official!"

"And to do it in such an extremely cruel manner!"

Facing the gruesome death of his own elder brother, Meng Wan Yi's eyes bulged with fury as he glared at Chen Yan.

"The authority to interpret the law lies with me!"

Chen Yan remained unhurried, speaking calmly as if the wind were light and clouds thin.

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, the Mirror Department intends to deal with the entire Meng Clan, including you, Meng Wan Yi!"

"What else do you intend to do?" Meng Wan Yi's heart lurched, realizing Chen Yan would not easily give up.

"Sell our Grand Duke's Lady into a brothel…"

Chen Yan licked his lips, faced Meng Wan Yi's frantic gaze, and mockingly said, "A single ruby lip coveted by ten thousand, a pair of jade arms to be pillow for a thousand."

"You… pfft!"

Having been repeatedly struck and humiliated, Meng Wan Yi's anger flared, his throat turned sweet, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and collapsed with a thud.

Chen Yan curled his lip and sneered, "So you're already spitting blood and fainting to death?"

"I'm not done playing yet!"