Chapter 1269: Loyal Dog Submissive Care Rules 33

After lying in ambush at the city gate for several days, Yajiu found a corner where he could use lightness skill to fly in; he only needed to lure away the three soldiers guarding that corner.

And Jin Chen had also figured out how to lure them away.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn millstones.

Since the whole county is searching for Lord Wuyou, what harm is there in producing another? Besides, no one has ever seen what Lord Wuyou really looks like.

According to current rumors, Lord Wuyou travels with two attendants, is suave and debonair, ruthless, and skilled at disguise.

Jin Chen was very pleased; he deliberately went to the neighboring county and found three people who were roughly similar.

Thus on this day.

"Wait… look at that person!"

The soldier guarding the gate hurriedly patted the boss's shoulder, "Doesn't he look like the person the magistrate is looking for?"

Following the gaze, they saw the carriage curtain lifted by the wind, revealing the appearance of the red-clad young master inside, and the driver happened to be one refined and one ordinary attendant.

"Hey! Really!" The captain of the soldiers clapped and laughed loudly, "Damn, I actually caught them!"

"The magistrate and the big boss said we only need to send people to watch them closely; we must not startle the snake at this gate."

"Boss, don't worry; we'll take care of it right away."

Their attention was drawn; almost all the soldiers stared at the carriage as it entered, and no one noticed the two figures flashing past in the corner.

Following the directions of the "passerby" for the red-clad group, Jin Chen and Yajiu openly followed them behind and entered the same inn.

"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

The attendant immediately came forward, and even though he had a suspicious target, he did not let any customer entering the inn slip by.

Sensing the probing gaze, Jin Chen moved the hand that was wrapped around Yajiu's waist.

Yajiu understood and spoke with a Saiwai accent.

"My husband and I have come from the west; we'll stay a few days and want the best private room."

Thanks to his time as an undercover assassin carrying out missions across the land, Yajiu is very skilled in the Saiwai accent.

Rumor has it that Lord Wuyou is not from Saiwai; he is said to have come from the south.

The attendant immediately dropped his guard, flicked his towel, and called out, "Two guests for the Heaven-character rooms, this way please."

As they went upstairs, Jin Chen scanned the entire hall; all the servers and even the proprietor in this inn were not ordinary people lacking martial skill.

This is getting interesting.

Behind the scenes, Qian Zhuo must be very confident in his ability to kill Lord Wuyou, otherwise he wouldn't have lured people to his lair the moment he caught a clue.

——

A hazy moonlit night.

The inn that should have been quiet tonight was instead seething with undercurrents, and faint footsteps echoed continuously in the hallways and stairways.

The attendant went from room to room in the Heaven-character suites, checking, and knocked on the door of Jin Chen's private chamber.

"Sir, it's not safe outside tonight; please put out the lamp and rest early."

"Understood."

Yajiu responded, sat up and blew out the lamp, but the next second Jin Chen scooped him back and continued holding him.

"Master, are we not taking action tonight?"

Yajiu's voice was so low it was barely audible, like a faint whisper.

"It's still early; sleep a bit longer."

Jin Chen kissed Yajiu's earlobe, then lifted his hand to gently tousle his hair, "Qian Zhuo won't run away."

Yajiu nodded, snuggled obediently into his embrace, relaxed and closed his eyes, but though he was thinking about things he couldn't sleep; a few seconds later he opened his eyes again, tracing Jin Chen's brows and eyes inch by inch.

The master is really handsome.

Yajiu curled his lips, carefully extended his fingertips, lightly touched his eyelashes, then moved to the bridge of his nose and the edge of his lips, only to have his finger suddenly bitten by the wide‑awake Jin Chen.

"... You're not asleep, are you?"

Yajiu's face turned slightly flushed, his ears grew warm, and his finger gave a weak struggle, but Jin Chen kept holding it in his mouth and biting again—not hard—and only let go after a good while.

"What are you fussing about instead of sleeping?"

Jin Chen lightly brushed Yajiu's nose tip with his finger, his voice hoarse from sleep, "As the Heir Apparent I'm good‑looking; Xiao Jiu isn't in a hurry to look at me any longer either."

"I can't sleep."

Yajiu moved closer, tilted his head up for a kiss, much bolder than before, and said obediently, "Master, go to sleep; I'll guard you."

Jin Chen hummed softly, sounding like half‑asleep mumbling.

"That won't do; the little guard's martial arts are high—if he ran off, where would I go to reason?"

Having said that, he directly reached out, pulled the boy wrapped in the blanket into his arms, and rubbed his chin against the top of the boy's head.

After this, Yajiu was held even tighter, unable to even move his hand.

Yet Yajiu especially liked it, rubbing his cheek against the neck like a little beast, his voice lowered to sound even more obedient.

"Xiao Jiu can't be apart from you."

"Shut up and sleep."

Jin Chen was very domineering, sealing Yajiu's lips with a kiss.

If we keep arguing, his drowsiness will vanish completely!

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total now 83!】

Another two hours passed.

The commotion inside the inn grew.

The red‑clad men hired by Jin Chen also, according to plan, made a noise in the room.

At this moment, in the rearmost partition of the inn's top floor, candlelight suffused the air, casting a man's shadow through the window screen.

Seeing that tonight they would soon succeed, Qian Zhuo rubbed his palms and clenched his fists, unable to wait to write a letter of merit.

If Chengwang finds out, the many assassins who pursued the unsuccessful Wuyou Gongzi—who were killed by him tonight—will surely be richly rewarded!

Just as the brush tip touched the ink, Qian Zhuo heard a disturbance outside the door.

He warily lifted his head, instinctively stroked his beard, but saw no one entering.

He thought it was just his own nerves, being jumpy; Qian Zhuo shook his head and picked up the brush again to write.

Whoosh.

A figure flashed past, like a ghost.

"Who!"

Qian Zhuo startled, hurriedly rose to look, shouting, "Who's there!"

The servant guarding outside pushed the door open, "Old Master, what's wrong?"

"Was anyone just here?"

"No… no one, brothers, didn't you all go tonight to kill that Wuyou Gongzi?"

How strange.

Qian Zhuo waved his hand, "It's fine, keep guarding, don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

The partition door closed again, and as the servant turned, he faced the black‑clad person's eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Before he could even scream, a cold blade slit his throat.

Yajiu knocked the servant down, then thrust the door open with a heavy palm strike.

"Don't bother me if it's nothing… Who are you!!"

Qian Zhuo instantly snatched the dagger from the table, "Don't come closer! I'm the brother‑in‑law of the County Magistrate!"

Yajiu coldly stared at Qian Zhuo, lifted his hand to pull off his mask, his voice devoid of warmth.

"I am the disciple of Lao Cao whom you abused to death."

"Yajiu! You… uh!"

Qian Zhuo's shock lodged in his throat.

A silver needle flashed, striking squarely between his eyebrows.

Yajiu rushed forward with incredible speed, catching Qian Zhuo as he fell.

"If it weren't for the pressing time, you wouldn't die so easily."

Yajiu gritted his teeth, but dared not delay longer, for his master still waited outside.