Chapter 52: The Perilous Grounds of the Sword Cottage

Yang Jun, you wait for me; once I catch you, if I don't beat your buttocks black and blue, I'm not Yun Xuanmo!

Just as Yun Xuanmo was fiercely thinking of tearing something apart, Yang Jun suddenly felt a shudder all over, a chill came over him, making him very uneasy.

He glanced at Yun Xiyue beside him, wondering if this woman was 'forcefully occupying' him, and thus in his heart he was secretly cursing himself.

【This woman, is she messed up? She's right by my side, wanting to say something she can't say? And still, in her heart, she secretly scolds people?】

Yang Jun was very dissatisfied, always feeling that the people of the royal family all have something wrong in their minds.

Especially this Yun Xiyue, even more so.

Otherwise, just staying by her side always makes me feel something's off.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you sick?"

Yun Xiyue hearing Yang Jun's thoughts, she was stunned for a moment.

She immediately raised her head, her eyes fixed tightly on Yang Jun.

"Strike first to control the opponent; strike later and be controlled by the opponent."

"No matter what I have actually done in these matters."

"No need to worry about what he will think; anyway, a few sentences will suppress him, then we'll talk."

Yang Jun stared, "Damn you, Yun Xiyue, you've snatched away everything I wanted to say; what am I supposed to say now?"

"Yang Jun, you weren't supposed to go investigate? Now that we're here, should we just go straight in?"

Yun Xiyue glanced at Yang Jun, she also didn't dare to say too much else on this matter.

Otherwise, saying more would be useless.

Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue hid not far from the side door of the Armory Sword Cottage, both staring ahead, sizing things up.

"Don't move rashly; haven't you seen that it's late at night, yet this isn't the main gate and the guards are still so strict?"

Yang Jun grabbed Yun Xiyue in one pull, fearing this woman would ruin things.

"What? What do you mean? Isn't this normal? This is the armory, forging all the weapons needed by Great Xia; such an important place, strict guards are completely appropriate."

Yun Xiyue was somewhat puzzled; in her mind, this seemed reasonable and proper, with nothing off about it.

Yang Jun furrowed his brows; he himself was muddle-headed, meeting a woman like Yun Xiyue, what else could you want from her? Everything she does is sick.

"Sixth Princess, you haven't seen that the guards here are clearly stricter than those in the imperial palace's inner court."

"Do you still think this is appropriate? Forget it, why am I telling you this? Saying these things to you is utterly meaningless, having no effect at all."

【Anyway, those raised in the imperial palace understand nothing; don't still be a bit simple-minded—I'll keep my distance, avoid interaction, after all, stupidity is contagious.】

Yang Jun originally wanted to give a proper explanation, but thinking of Yun Xiyue's status, he simply added a sentence in his mind.

Yun Xiyue widened her eyes; this Yang Jun is really bold.

Thinking this, she lifted her foot, about to stomp on Yang Jun's foot.

Who would have expected that just then, Yang Jun started feeling around his body, pulling out various things and continually sticking them onto his face, a small cap, which he placed on his head.

This is hardly the Heir of Prince Pingxi; he's clearly just the manager of some tavern in the capital.

"Yang Jun, you look ridiculous."

Yun Xiyue said this, shaking her head with a look of disgust; this appearance really is quite strange.

【Sigh, I just called her a simpleton, why do I still have to argue with her? She doesn't even know how to disguise herself with makeup, yet I expect her to do something?】

【This is for an investigation, doing important business; surely we don't have to reveal our identities and ask them to open the door, right?】

"You little simpleton, oh no, Sixth Princess, can you recognize me?"

"I can tell."

"Alright, as long as you can tell, when wandering the martial world, safety first, caution above all."

As Yang Jun spoke, Yun Xiyue suddenly giggled, leaned forward, and brushed her cheek against his ear.

"Yang Jun, you're scared, you're timid, I know, but I won't mock you, nor will I tell others……"

"Stay away from me, you don't understand appreciation at all; this isn't timidity, nor fear of death—I'm just making do, safety first!"

Yang Jun stared at this woman Yun Xiyue; if she weren't a princess, he'd really want to grab her and give her a beating, this time he'd definitely beat her buttocks black and blue!

"Don't even think about beating my butt again, I'll tell Father Emperor!"

Yun Xiyue, being stared at by Yang Jun, felt uneasy, immediately raised her hands to cover her buttocks, looking very cautious.

"What are you staring for? Who's going to beat your butt? Your butt doesn't have two taels of meat; beating it means nothing. Hurry over, fix your makeup, once others can recognize us, we can proceed with the investigation."

Yang Jun glanced at Yun Xiyue and let out another cold snort.

This time Yun Xiyue had learned her lesson and quickly walked over.

"Fix it up a bit, don't be too ugly; as long as we aren't recognized, that's fine—don't make it a mess."

Yun Xiyue let Yang Jun smear stuff on her cheeks, continually talking.

【This woman has a foul temper, but she can still be trained; as long as she learns to obey, with more training, who knows, she might become useful later.】

Yang Jun thought about these things, Yun Xiyue's pretty face blushed; this guy's mind is always full of strange odd words.

"What is this 'training' exactly? And what is it? Could it be really perverted?"

Yun Xiyue's mind wandered, she lifted her head, her eyes fixed tightly on Yang Jun, both cheeks flushed red, full of shyness.

At this moment, Yang Jun paid no attention to anything else, merely wearing a serious expression as he applied makeup to Yun Xiyue.

"Don't move around; this hair needs to be tidied up, otherwise anyone would see at a glance that you're not an ordinary person."

Yang Jun first messed up Yun Xiyue's black hair, casually tidied it, gave a hehe laugh, smeared some ash on his hands and pressed it onto Yun Xiyue's cheeks, then kneaded them at will.

"Ouch!"

Yun Xiyue expressed dissatisfaction, but Yang Jun had no intention of stopping.

Not bad, this face is soft and tender; not kneading it would be a complete waste.

When Yang Jun withdrew his hands, he nodded in satisfaction.

The sixth princess instantly became a village girl; this appearance, this look, really not bad.

"Yang Jun, this is really ugly."

Yun Xiyue felt utterly wronged; although she couldn't see her own face at night, just looking at Yang Jun's hands told her what it would be like.

"How about it, you don't want to be like this? Then should I restore you and have them welcome you with gongs and drums? After all, you're the sixth princess."

Yang Jun said, letting out another cold snort.

Yun Xiyue felt resentful, but there was nothing she could do.