Chapter 635: Just Call Us Old Black

Li Lizhi pursed her lips, quietly gave Chan er and Xiang Lan a look, led two maidservants out gently, and closed the door.

The moment the door shut, the room instantly erupted into chaos.

But Li Lizhi and the three of them acted as if they hadn't heard, each went about their own business, clearly already accustomed to this.

Sizi, as if possessing some special ability, poked his little head out from the corner: "Big sister, I smell gossip again; why are those two up to something again?"

Li Lizhi: "......"

"You go over there, mind your own business, don't get involved with your older brother's matter, otherwise he might beat you up later."

Sizi protested: "He was the one who deceived me first, how can he still beat me?"

Li Lizhi was speechless; Gao Yang is quite adept in this regard, and now Sizi still thinks she was deceived by Chen Yan, trusting Gao Yang a lot.

"Fine, I'm too lazy to explain to you; calm down, or you'll get beaten too."

Having said that, Li Lizhi prepared to leave.

She thought her husband had suffered a lot in Dali Temple Prison and wanted to ask Zhang Yi to prepare something good in the evening, to give Chen Yan a boost.

But then Sizi's eyes rolled, recalling the moment she just saw Chen Yan, she waddled over with her short legs: "Big sister, today's older brother seems different; before, when he came back, he always sat, lay down, or drank tea. Today why is he standing still, I even feel he's constantly hunched over, his legs trembling a bit."

"Has older brother been caned?"

At this point, the little fellow's eyes lit up instantly, extremely excited.

Hearing that, Li Lizhi seized Sizi's hand and earnestly warned: "You must never run out and spread this, understand? Otherwise your older brother will beat you, and I won't stop him."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Little Sizi patted her own little chest, eyes sparkling, looking as if she would definitely keep it secret.

Li Lizhi gave her a deep look, sighed slightly, reminded her twice more, then went about her business.

Then the little fellow cheerfully found his two companions: "Miss Qing Yue, Sister Cheng Yang, let me tell you, today older brother was caned......."

"Xiao Shunzi, Xiao Shunzi, come quickly, I'll tell you, today......"

"Yay, Miss Qing'er, I have something to tell you, please don't spread it......"

"......"

Hahahahaha!

"Great big nephew, my great big nephew, I heard you got out of prison; Cheng Bo Bo specially brought some good stuff to visit you!"

Cheng Yaojin strode into the mansion, carrying big and small bundles of items, with Yuchi Gong beside him, smiling broadly:

"Indeed, great big nephew, I see you arrived; you weren't wronged in prison, right? I specially brought you some medicinal paste, try it."

Having just scolded Gao Yang, Chen Yan dressed himself, then heard those two resonant voices, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

Stepping out, Qing'er was waiting outside.

She clearly heard Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong's voices, hesitated: "Young master...... this......"

Chen Yan straightened his posture, enduring the pain, calmly said: "What is this... these two rascals want to make a joke of me."

"Then young master... you..." she said, her gaze occasionally flicking to Chen Yan's backside.

Chen Yan noticed the glance, froze: "How did you know?"

He recalled that after returning he had hidden well; apart from Li Lizhi and Chan er, no one else should have noticed anything.

Qing'er fell silent instantly.

Seeing this, Chen Yan couldn't possibly not understand what was happening; gritting his teeth, he forced out two words: "Sizi!"

"Yo, great big nephew, why are you here?"

At this moment, Cheng Yaojin had already come over, and upon seeing him burst into laughter: "I heard you were caned; Cheng Bo Bo felt very sorry after hearing it, so he specially fetched medicinal paste from Chang'an's best medical hall, try it?"

Yuchi Gong grinned: "Great big nephew, this is a special medicinal paste made by Master Sun's disciple, perfect for your condition, haha… Sorry, I suddenly remembered something happy."

Hahahaha!

Yuchi Gong smiled, Cheng Yaojin couldn't hold back any longer, and the two burst into laughter.

It was clear that the two were very happy at that moment.

Chen Yan sighed: "Both of you, I'm not saying this, but given our relationship, why must it come to such an extent?"

"You come today to mock me, and tomorrow you're not afraid I'll retaliate? When will endless revenge end? If you ask me, let's just drop it."

"Both of you?"

Cheng Yaojin, refusing to play along, casually shoved the thing in his hand to Qing'er, lifted his head and chest and said: "How did you address us?"

"You're a tiny county marquis; upon seeing us, do you not even call us 'Lord Prefect'?"

Chen Yan: "......"

He turned his head toward Qing'er, who whispered: "Young master, His Majesty's imperial decree has already arrived at the house; just now you and Princess… I couldn't go in, so His/Her Highness of Chang Le received the decree on your behalf."

"Our family's signboard has all been changed."

Chen Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, rubbed his forehead, waved his hand and said: "Stop with the Duke, Bo Mansion stuff; just change the sign, we are the Chen Mansion."

"Alright, fine."

Qing'er nodded, indicating understanding.

Cheng Yaojin leaned over, clasped Chen Yan's shoulder, tilted his head slightly back, glanced at Chen Yan's backside and said: "Great big nephew, when you first mocked us, did you ever think about today?"

Chen Yan nodded, "Of course I thought of it, but I consider myself a junior; you two, as seniors, since you want to mock me, then mock away."

"I don't mind at all."

"But Cheng Bo Bo, there's something I must tell you, nephew."

"What words?" Cheng Yaojin was startled, a foreboding feeling bubbling inside him.

Because whenever Chen Yan says this, nothing good follows.

Chen Yan earnestly said, "Both of you, as elders, I've thought it over; fighting wars abroad is extremely arduous. If something untoward happens, my aunt and I would have a hard time explaining."

"Therefore I've decided that the specific commanders for the expedition to Tuyu Hun must be carefully discussed."

"Anyway, Tang Dynasty doesn't lack fierce generals, and with my filial devotion, His Majesty should understand."

"You......" Cheng Yaojin glared, his eyes widening in irritation, "Kid, don't play like that, okay?"

"Everything's already been settled, why are you still backing out?"

"That's right." Yuchi Gong grew even more urgent, "You can't do it like that—you're basically trying to take our lives, aren't you?"

"Then this ointment......" Chen Yan nodded his chin at the thing in Qing'er's hand.

The two hurriedly snatched it back, Cheng Yaojin rushed, "Mine, mine, it's for my own use; I fell recently and need to apply the ointment."

"Then this title......"

"....... Just call us Laohei; we're black anyway, and titles like Lord Prefect are too formal."

"......"