Chapter 162: Love climbing trees? Smoked Gao Yang!

Hearing Xiao Sizi's words, Qing'er and Xiang Lan instinctively followed her gaze.

When the two saw Chen Yan and what he held, they both frowned.

"Qing'er, you've been at Bo Mansion a long time; do you know what Lord Bo is holding?" Xiang Lan asked doubtfully.

Qing'er carefully looked at the two sacks her young master was holding, then hesitated: "I'm not entirely sure, but they look like the pine needles Zhang Yi from the back kitchen uses to start a fire."

She's been to the back kitchen many times and vaguely recalls that Zhang Yi had such a sack there.

She usually doesn't pay attention to such things, so she's uncertain.

"... Ah?" Xiang Lan blinked, "Why did Lord Bo bring that?"

"I don't know either; surely he isn't planning to burn the trees?" Qing'er replied with a laugh, but her smile instantly froze.

The atmosphere fell silent for two breaths, and Qing'er and Xiang Lan's eyes turned fearful at a visible pace.

"..."

"What are you doing?"

Gao Yang saw Chen Yan laying some brown stuff under the tree, raised her eyebrows, and asked.

Though she didn't recognize it, she was a bit puzzled but didn't think much of it.

Chen Yan smiled: "Nothing much, I just want you to come down so I can give you a beating. No big deal, be patient."

Gao Yang: "..."

Good grief, how can you use such a gentle tone to say such cruel words?

You want me to go down so you can beat me?

Look, is that something a person would say?

"Heh heh, actually I'd let you come down if you begged me and promised to meet all my little demands within three days; then I'd reluctantly agree to let you go down."

"No thanks." Chen Yan's tone remained gentle, "I think you'll soon beg me to let you come down, and then... I'll pamper you well."

Gao Yang's heart suddenly surged with a bad premonition, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

Before she could figure out where that ominous feeling came from, she saw Chen Yan pull a fire striker from his bosom and light the dry pine needles below.

Instantly, bright yellow flames and rolling thick smoke rose; because Chen Yan had chosen a suitable spot, the smoke rose straight up along the willow tree.

Now Gao Yang was utterly panicked: "Chen... husband, there's no need to go this far, is there?"

"I could hardly deserve death no matter what."

As she spoke, Gao Yang anxiously twisted her body, wanting to go down but afraid of the flames, so she could only stay as she was.

"Not deserving of death?" Chen Yan's gaze was strange.

She wouldn't think... he intends to burn her to death, would she?

"Husband, I was wrong; please put out the fire and let me down, okay?"

Seeing the fire grow larger, Gao Yang truly panicked and, unprecedentedly, began to soften.

Chen Yan said nothing, arms crossed, watching Gao Yang's expression with interest.

To be honest, since they married, outsiders see them often fighting, but only they know it's not really fighting.

At most it's just some roughhousing.

Gao Yang appears to be crushed by Chen Yan, but in fact she's satisfied.

Usually, Chen Yan doesn't mind sparring with Gao Yang, because he also finds it fun; their odd way of interacting is actually the best for them.

But Chen Yan always remembers one thing: he must not let Gao Yang become too arrogant.

At the right moment, he must make her realize who is the top dog.

He feigned regret: "Gao Yang, once you're down there, don't blame me; it's all your fault."

"Who made you sneak attack me this morning?"

"Relax, it'll be quick and won't hurt."

Hearing that, Gao Yang was startled, looking at the ever thicker smoke and the faint heat in the air, she hurried: "Husband, I really know I was wrong; please let me go, okay?"

"I promise I'll never do it again; please put out the fire quickly."

Chen Yan suppressed a smile, feigning indifference: "We've already done this; how could we quit halfway?"

"What if I let you go and you tell His Majesty back at the palace?"

"Might as well go all the way..."

"No no no!" Gao Yang shook her head like a rattle-drum, "I swear I won't tell Father Emperor; really, you have to believe me."

"Husband, please, I really know I was wrong; quickly let me down."

By the end, her tone even carried a hint of pleading, which made Chen Yan feel a bit soft-hearted.

But thinking of Gao Yang's smug face that morning, he couldn't help laughing and gave up the idea of stopping there.

"This woman isn't a fuel‑saver; her talk is like farting—can't be trusted."

Having decided, Chen Yan pulled out a large amount of green leaves from the other sack and spread them; as the fire burned, the smoke instantly became several times thicker.

At this moment, Gao Yang was utterly terrified.

In her eyes, Chen Yan had no intention of letting her go; on the contrary, he wanted the fire bigger.

"This bastard really wants me to kick the bucket!"

Tearful from the smoke, Gao Yang didn't dare utter harsh words, only wailing: "Stop burning, husband, I... I'll never dare again."

"I promise I'll be obedient—no arguing, no roughhousing, no hitting, no scolding, no making you angry."

"I promise to be a proper wife henceforth, attending to you and teaching the children at home, causing you no trouble or extra work."

"Please let me go."

After uttering a string of promises, Chen Yan nearly burst out laughing.

In the distance, Xiang Lan and Qing'er were even more delighted, grinning from ear to ear.

They weren't like the delicate Gao Yang who wouldn't let his fingers touch spring water, so they naturally understood that although the fire looked close to the tree, it really couldn't ignite it; with Chen Yan spreading green leaves, the fire grew even smaller, merely producing thick smoke that looked frightening.

Xiang Lan even thought this was fine, lest the Princess keep climbing trees in the future and have an accident.

Just then, Gao Yang, feeling that doom was imminent, had a flash of inspiration and shouted loudly, "Husband, I can't die—I'm carrying your child!"

"Even if I'm at fault, the child is innocent."

?

What the hell is this?

Chen Yan's head was buzzing, and he could hardly believe what he had heard.

Child?

He has a child?

But... but he wasn't emasculated, was he?

Chen Yan instinctively looked up and saw Gao Yang clutching the tree trunk, trembling violently, choked by the thick smoke to the point he couldn't open his eyes, panicking.

"Holy crap!"

After all, it's ancient times; that's indeed risky, but getting pregnant is certainly possible.

"Quick... no, come down slowly, slowly."

Chen Yan hurried to the base of the tree, arms outstretched, afraid Gao Yang might accidentally fall.

Gao Yang cried out, "Put out the fire—I'm about to be burned to death!"

"Cut the crap, I'm just scaring you—that fire can't even ignite the tree, it's just lots of smoke; hurry and come down slowly, it's dangerous up there."

"... huh?" Gao Yang's expression froze; he blinked, then after realizing, his face alternated between green and white, and he cried and laughed, saying:

"Chen Yan!!!"

"You turtle bastard, you only know how to bully me, are you even human?!"

"I'm not done with you!"

"..."