Chapter 509: A little dangerous, but not much!

Chen Yan pinched the edge of the edict with his fingertips, his joints tightened slightly, and the bright yellow scroll unfolded slowly along the table.

The vermilion imperial seal was even more eye-catching in the morning light, and the blank space on the scroll, like a world waiting for ink, magnified infinitely in front of Yuwen Ang's eyes.

"That's right." Chen Yan smiled indifferently and made a firm affirmation, his gaze locked firmly on Yuwen Ang's suddenly tense face.

Before he finished speaking, his slender fingers had pointed to the blank space, tapping lightly on the paper surface, his tone carrying an incomparable temptation: "And it is a blank edict. As long as you, Prince Qiao, fill in your name here, the royal title you were stripped of will be restored immediately!"

"This punishment of confinement can also be lifted on the spot!"

Yuwen Ang's heart sank, as if hit hard by a heavy hammer, and then he was gripped by a burst of ecstasy.

Restoring the royal title and lifting the confinement—this was what he had been begging for day and night since he was imprisoned.

But as soon as this thought emerged, a strange scent suddenly hit the tip of his nose. It was the dangerous smell hidden in power transactions.

You have to know that there is no free lunch in the world...

He clenched his fists violently, his nails digging deep into his palms, forcing himself to calm down with the stinging pain. The ecstasy in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a touch of playful scrutiny.

Yuwen Ang looked Chen Yan up and down, a hook of a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown at the corners of his mouth: "Chen Yan, Great Zhuguo Chen, you don't hesitate to use the restoration of the royal title as the price to exchange for this King's help..."

"I think, the thing you want this King to do is extremely dangerous, right?"

Hearing this, Chen Yan had no panic on his face, but nodded slowly, meaningfully: "A little dangerous, but not much!"

He paused, leaned forward, his gaze sincere, and said reasonably: "This office guarantees with my character that you, Prince Qiao, will definitely not have any danger to your life!"

Yuwen Ang stared at the blank edict on the desk, his Adam's apple rolled lightly, then shook his head slowly, a hook of mockery at the corners of his lips, and the ridicule in his tone was undisguised: "Chen Yan, oh Chen Yan, do you think this King is stupid?"

He raised his hand to sweep across the study, his fingertips tracing the cold edge of the desk. His voice was tinged with self-mockery, yet it revealed a clear-headed sharpness: "Although I am confined here, having lost my former luxuries and the crowds that once followed my every step, even the koi pond in my manor has become a plaything for others..."

"But at least, I can sleep peacefully every day, no swords and shadows will come to the door, no court storms will entangle me, and I won't be touched by half a danger!"

When the words fell, his fingertips landed lightly on the bright yellow edict. The luster of the brocade reflected in his eyes, but it didn't warm the coldness.

His nails almost dug into the texture of the fabric, and his tone suddenly sank: "Restoring the royal title is good, but betting one's own life on an unknown result is too not worth it..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently and returned three words: "You will!"

Yuwen Ang leaned back, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his chest, arched his brows and asked back: "You are so confident?"

Chen Yan didn't rush to answer, reached out and picked up the coarse porcelain bowl on the desk, and poured the shao wine full.

The wine liquid hit the bowl wall and made a crisp sound, and the white mist rose curlingly along the mouth of the bowl, wrapped in the spicy wine fragrance.

He raised the bowl, toasted Yuwen Ang from afar, his voice loud, every word poking at the vital point: "Of course! You are the bloodline of the Founding Emperor, the younger brother of the current Son of Heaven, and you have the most orthodox royal clan blood!"

"Will you be willing to be trapped in this Prince's mansion for a lifetime, being a commoner who can't even get out of the mansion gate?"

"Will you be willing to watch ten years of time pass by in firewood, rice, oil, and salt, and in the end, not even leave half a word in the history books?"

Chen Yan didn't know Yuwen Ang very well, but he knew human nature extremely well.

It is said that it is easy to go from frugal to luxurious, but difficult to go from luxurious to frugal. This guy who was born a royal family member cannot get used to a hard life, and even less can he stand his own mediocrity.

He will try his best to become a person above others again!

Yuwen Ang stared at Chen Yan, suddenly burst into a hearty laugh: "Hahahaha!"

The laughter echoed in the study, hitting the window lattice and making a slight sound.

But there was no real smile in his eyes, instead, it hid a touch of complexity of being seen through.

But this laughter didn't last long before it gradually converged.

He restrained the playfulness on his face, looked at Chen Yan with deep eyes, his tone carrying a touch of indescribable emotion: "You really know this King! You know that what this King can't swallow most in this life is the word 'mediocrity'!"

When the words fell, he suddenly raised a finger, his fingertips paused in the air, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "This King can help you, but there is one condition."

Chen Yan's hand holding the porcelain bowl paused. He looked up and took a sip of shao wine, the spicy wine liquid sliding down his throat, before he slowly put down the bowl and asked calmly: "What condition?"

"Prince Qiao might as well say it and let me hear it. As long as this office can do it, there is nothing that cannot be done..."

Yuwen Ang's eyes sank instantly, a trace of fierce revenge flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips pointing downward, pointing straight at the cold ground, a hook of an icy sneer at the corners of his mouth: "This King wants you to kneel down, crawl to this King like a dog, and beg this King!"

When Chen Yan came to him and took out the blank edict, Yuwen Ang realized that he could grasp this guy.

Since the opportunity was delivered to his door, he must grasp it fiercely to vent his anger and vent the hatred in his heart!

After listening to Yuwen Ang's conditions, Chen Yan's face was still calm, just shook his head, his fingertips rubbing the edge of the porcelain bowl carelessly, and asked lightly: "Prince Qiao, do you think this office cannot do without you?"

Yuwen Ang blurted out without thinking: "Of course!"

When the words fell, a hook of a determined arc at the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he had already seen Chen Yan surrender and kneel, his tone carrying a touch of urging: "This King's patience is not very good, and I don't have the energy to spend with you."

"Great Zhuguo Chen, make your decision quickly!"

"Either kneel down and beg this King, or take your edict and get out of this study."

Hearing this, Chen Yan suddenly laughed low, his laughter not revealing any emotion.

Immediately, he raised his hand and drank the remaining shao wine in the bowl, his gaze finally falling back on Yuwen Ang, and he opened his mouth calmly: "This office thinks, Prince Qiao, you have misunderstood something..."

"You are indeed a key link in the layout of this office. With your help, this matter can take many fewer detours."

He paused, tapped the blank edict on the desk lightly, and changed the subject: "But it is not the only choice!"

"Oh?"

Yuwen Ang stared at Chen Yan, the anticipation in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a touch of scrutiny, and then he hooked a playful smile, asking back with extreme confidence: "Is it?"

Yuwen Ang could be sure that this guy named Chen was bluffing...

After all, if this dog thief had any other choice, he could have come to him.

Seeing this, Chen Yan pursed his lips and smiled, saying casually: "Moreover, your judgment of people is quite accurate. This office is indeed vengeful..."

Before the words fell, the smile in his eyes suddenly faded, a trace of cold fierce light flashed quickly, and his tone also sank: "If you don't grasp this only opportunity, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the gate of this Prince's mansion in this life!"

"It is also really possible that your life is not long!"

These words were light, but like a piece of ice thrown into a boiling oil pan.

The confidence on Yuwen Ang's face froze, a trace of coldness inexplicably rose on the back of his neck, and then he was provoked by this blatant threat, and he slapped the table violently.

"Chen Yan!" He shouted sharply, anger surging in his eyes, his voice full of questioning, "What do you mean by this!"

Immediately, he leaned forward, his chest rising and falling slightly due to anger, "Are you threatening this King?"

"Do you think this King was scared?"

Hearing this, Chen Yan nodded to confirm, laughed: "Yuwen Ang, you can think so..."

Before the words fell, he raised his right hand, three fingers stood straight, his fingertips carrying coldness, and his voice sank suddenly: "My patience is worse than yours. You only have three seconds to consider."

"Three!"

The moment the first number fell, the air in the study seemed to be frozen.

Yuwen Ang's Adam's apple rolled, then he snorted heavily: "Heh!"

He stiffened his neck, his chin slightly raised, his eyes full of unyielding stubbornness, his tone carrying a touch of hard support: "Do you think you can grasp this King like this?"

"Thinking beautifully!"

Yuwen Ang clenched his fists, his nails almost embedded in his palms, but when his gaze fell on that bright yellow edict, he couldn't help but shake.

That was his only hope to regain freedom and honor, but letting him bow his head to Chen Yan was really hard to swallow.

"Two!"

The second number followed closely, Chen Yan's voice did not have half a pause, nor did he look at Yuwen Ang's reaction.

Yuwen Ang's heart sank, the coldness on the back of his neck became heavier, but his mouth still refused to admit defeat: "Chen Yan, don't waste your effort! This King..."

"One!"

The moment the third number fell, Chen Yan did not have half a hesitation, reached out and picked up the edict on the table, his movements crisp and neat, and then turned to the Zhu Yi and Hongye standing behind him and said in a deep voice: "Go!"

When the words fell, he had already stood up violently, the bright yellow edict was rolled in his palm, and he turned and walked toward the doorway.

His steps did not have half a pause, and he didn't even have a look back.

Zhu Yi and Hongye followed immediately, their footsteps exceptionally clear in the quiet study, moving toward the outside step by step.

Yuwen Ang looked at Chen Yan's determined back as he turned and left, his whole person was dumbfounded, his pupils dilated slightly, and he exclaimed in his heart like a stormy sea: "No! Chen Yan, this guy, how can he really leave as soon as he says so? Without even a hint of hesitation?!"

He originally thought Chen Yan would persuade a few more words, or show half a reluctance.

But the other party's steps were so crisp that it seemed to cut off all thoughts, and he didn't even sweep his peripheral vision toward his side.

He sat stiffly in the chair, his gaze stuck to Chen Yan's back, watching the dark brocade robe gradually move toward the doorway. The stubbornness that was hard to support in his eyes was completely replaced by panic, his lips moved, and he muttered in a low voice: "He has this posture... it doesn't look fake..."

"This is really likely to be the only chance for this King to escape in this life..."

Chen Yan's steps were getting closer and closer, and he was about to step out of the main gate. A layer of cold sweat had seeped out on Yuwen Ang's back, sliding down his spine, and even his palms were wet.

His brain was messy, countless thoughts flashed, and finally only one guess that made him feel shocked remained: "Chen Yan... could it be that he really has a backup?!"

If this were really the case, his previous toughness had become the most stupid way to cut off his own path.

Just as Chen Yan's toes were about to step out of the main gate, Yuwen Ang couldn't hold on anymore, his chest rose and fell violently, and he almost blurted out, his voice carrying a touch of urgency that was hard to detect: "Zhuguo Chen, stay your steps!" ===== CHAPTER 510 =====