Chapter 22: Aunt, My Good Aunt, We Meet Again!

"What about you?"

Chen Yan, seeing this, forced his upward‑curved mouth and asked knowingly.

Qingyu was truly irritated, didn't think at all, and blurted out, "Anything she can do, I can do; anything she can't, I can also!"

She also wore a little expression that I'm definitely stronger than her.

This is a contest between gOOd and GooD.

Chen Yan's playful spirit surged, pursed his lips, and blurted, "But the tricks Mingyue can do in bed, don't be too many..."

???

Dantai Mingyue's face was full of question marks; she was also startled, standing dumbfounded.

Her ears also began to redden.

Now rumors aren't even directed at anyone?

She's still an untouched virgin, a blooming maiden; what tricks could she know?

"As long as the Young Master asks, I can satisfy..."

Qingyu, as if stimulated, placed both hands on their hips and said proudly.

They paused, then added, "Even what I can't do, I can learn!"

That determined look was almost ready to join the party.

What she can do for the Young Master is certainly not comparable to what a newcomer outsider could.

"Alright, alright!"

Chen Yan could no longer hold back, laughed out loud, pinched Qingyu's face, and said, "I'm done teasing you..."

Hearing the hearty laugh, Qingyu was first confused, then realized she had been "played" by the Young Master.

Besides being angry, she also felt a bit of joy.

"Little Qingyu, I have a task for you," Chen Yan said, rubbing the little girl's cheek with both hands.

"What?"

Qingyu blinked, instantly perked up, and said, "Young Master, you command..."

"Make Mingyue plump and white!"

Chen Yan raised his hand, pointed at Dantai Mingyue, and instructed, "She's too thin right now..."

Unlike those who worship thinness, Chen Yan still prefers more voluptuous women.

Ideally, curvy front and back, with long fleshy legs...

Dantai Mingyue has often been mistreated; she's beautiful, but appears somewhat malnourished.

"Okay."

Qingyu pursed their little mouth, reluctantly agreeing.

In an instant, countless petty ideas floated in their little mind...

But they were quickly dismissed.

Because that was the Young Master's order...

"I'll go take a nap first; she's yours to settle!" Chen Yan yawned, felt his eyes barely staying open, waved his hand, and walked straight inside.

"Hey, Chen Yan!"

Dantai Mingyue, seeing this, suddenly called after him.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yan stopped, turned his head full of doubt.

"You brought me back, not for... for..."

Dantai Mingyue lightly bit her red lips, but could not manage to utter the rest of the content.

Very awkward...

Also very shameful...

"For what?"

Chen Yan smiled wryly, asked with interest.

He paused, then continued, "I know you're eager, but don't be so impatient..."

"I'm very sleepy now, and have no such needs for the time being!"

He dropped the last sentence and left without looking back.

"Bastard!"

Hearing that, Dantai Mingyue stamped her foot and muttered softly.

Her pretty face was full of shameful anger.

How could she not know she'd been played?

It made her feel like she was some sort of mess...

Qingyu timely leaned in, blinking their big watery eyes, and asked, "Are you feeling very lost?"

"No!"

Dantai Mingyue kept a cold face, refusing to admit it.

She inexplicably felt like she'd been stabbed from behind.

"Let's go, I'll take you to choose a room first!"

Qingyu tugged Dantai Mingyue's hand, walked inside, enthusiastically introducing, "Let me tell you, our mansion is huge..."

Qingyu was happy.

As everyone knows, a smile never disappears; it only shifts!

Afternoon.

Fan Mansion.

Fan Qiming was in the courtyard, holding scissors to trim the branches of a potted plant, when he heard the steward rush in to report:

"Master, the Mingjingsi Zhuque Mirror Keeper is here to visit!"

"This is a tribute!"

The steward still held a notice in his hand.

"Zhuque Mirror Keeper?"

"I have never had any dealings with him..."

Fan Qiming muttered to himself, still trimming the branches, a little puzzled.

Suddenly a branch snapped off, and he whirled his head toward the steward, realizing belatedly, "Wait!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Zhuque Mirror Keeper?"

"Isn't that Chen Yan?!"

His handsome face was filled with astonishment.

It was true that he had never intersected with the Mingjingsi, but the newly appointed Zhuque Mirror Keeper was his wife's nephew...

... the very person who had turned his wife's child into a pig-headed fool!

How could this Demon Star suddenly visit his residence?

"Hahaha!"

Amid their conversation, a bright laugh floated in, "Uncle, your little nephew came uninvited; please don't be surprised!"

Immediately after, Chen Yan appeared in the courtyard.

Behind him followed a group of embroidered-clad emissaries, at least dozens...

"C... Chen Yan!"

Fan Qiming stared at the face that suddenly crashed into his view, his voice trembling involuntarily.

The scissors in his hand also began to slip.

"Uncle, it's been a while since we last met; it's truly nostalgic!"

Chen Yan placed his hands behind his back, casually surveying the scene of the Fan Mansion.

He wasn't sure whether the Fan family missed him...

But he truly wished them dead!

He hadn't even finished a nap, replenished his spirit, and then rode here without delay to visit relatives, right?

"C... A Yan, you said you'd come, so why bring so many embroidered emissaries?"

Fan Qiming's brows were filled with panic; he hurriedly changed his address, stared at those murderous-looking emissaries, forced a smile, and hesitated, "If you hadn't known, you'd think you came..."

The matter of Da Xi Jue, together with the affair of Chen Kaiyuan, has already spread throughout the court today.

In Chang'an, almost everyone knows about it.

Within three days, using extremely ruthless methods, they executed two generals; the notorious name of the newly appointed Zhuque Mirror Keeper Chen Yan also spread...

At this moment, in Fan Qiming's eyes, this wife's nephew was no different from a Demon Star!

Even more terrifying than a Demon Star, because he even killed his own uncle...

"What are you here for?"

Chen Yan, unhurried, leisurely placed his hand on Fan Qiming's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Come to capture you, Uncle?"

Fan Qiming inhaled sharply, shivered, and forced a wry smile, "A Yan, dear nephew, this joke shouldn't be..."

"Uncle's health is poor; he cannot endure fright..."

At that moment, Fan Qiming felt a pang of regret!

Had he known Chen Yan would become so accomplished, he shouldn't have tormented him together with Chen Zhiyun in those years...

He shouldn't have let her go to his door to provoke...

Now he wouldn't be trembling with fear.

"Rest assured, we are all family..."

"Speaking of it, where is my aunt?"

"I've even come to pay a visit; why is there no sign of her?"

As he said, the hand on Fan Qiming's shoulder pressed slightly.

"She is..."

Fan Qiming hurried to answer, about to say "injured," but realized it was wrong and quickly corrected with a forced smile, "recovering!"

"Then I'll take you to see her!"

He had only felt such a terrifying pressure from his father-in-law Chen Old State-Guardian and the great figures like Great Loyalist...

For some reason, after Chen Yan emerged from the Tianlao Death Prison, he seemed entirely...

... turned gloomy and frightening.

Fan Mansion main hall.

Chen Zhiyun was wrapped like a ball, lying on the bed, lazily eating fruit, when she suddenly heard a nightmarish voice:

"Aunt, my dear aunt, we meet again!"

The next moment, the face that had brought the recent nightmares suddenly entered her sight.

"C... Chen Yan?!"

The fruit in Chen Zhiyun's hand slipped onto the bedding, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How did you come?"

"Don't hit me!"

Saying, they reflexively covered their face and curled backward.

Their eyes became completely clear.

Indeed, as Pan Hong Ancestor said, raising a dog means you have to beat it....

Tsk tsk tsk!

Chen Yan smacked his lips, teasing, "Aunt, I still like you as you were before, that unruly, not Taming look...."

"How about we restore it?"

Chen Zhiyun was already frightened by the slap, curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching the quilt tightly, and asked in terror, "You... what exactly are you here for?"