Chapter 1437: Beauty Undercover General's Mischief 28

Su Yan almost got led in, she hurriedly said: "Brother Chen, you are ultimately a court official, and also a heavy general... In the future, after leaving the mansion to establish yourself, you will definitely need a principal wife to manage things."

Young Master Muyue is a man; many things are inconvenient.

Muyue was completely calm: "That also won't do; Older Brother only likes me, people who don't mutually like each other cannot marry."

Seeing this person unmoved by reason or profit, Su Yan gritted her teeth, clenched her hands folded before her abdomen, and said: "Young Master Muyue, actually I don't believe you are the Lord of Xiwu."

"'Perhaps you haven't seen me, but earlier when I went to Jade Water Pavilion to discuss matters, I once caught a glimpse of you from afar.'"

Su Yan stared intently at Muyue's eyes, as if trying to see some flaw, and said: "You are the Huakui Muyue of Jade Water Pavilion; why are you lying and deceiving Brother Chen?"

Muyue: "……"

How is this lass still so foolish?

"'Believe it or not.' Muyue muttered, patted his clothes, and said: 'I don't care about you.'"

Just as they were speaking, they both heard the sound of two footsteps approaching.

Muyue's eyes lit up; before Older Brother could speak, they saw Su Yan let out a mournful cry: "Young Master Muyue… why must you humiliate me so?"

Saying that, she slapped her own face.

Muyue: "……"

Playing this trick with him.

He gave a cold smile, a hint of ridicule flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Muyue looked around, and his gaze settled on the clear-to-the-bottom lotus pond.

Better to settle it once and for all, to eliminate future trouble.

Here, Jin Chen and the old general stepped past the outer gate arch when they heard Su Yan's startled cry, accompanied by a splashing sound as she fell into the water.

Jin Chen's eyebrows twitched; he sensed something bad.

What mischief is this little ancestor up to again!

Muyue!

Mm.

Muyue surfaced from the water, his drenched black hair sticking to his face, his complexion pale and pitiable.

"'Older Brother… save me… glug glug…'"

Jin Chen: "……"

"'Hey! Chen'er!' Before the old general could even call a servant, they saw Jin Chen leap into the pool without hesitation."

Jin Chen hauled up the limp Muyue who had gone into the water, and before reaching shore he snapped angrily: "Don't you know your swimming is poor?"

Whimper…

Muyue accidentally swallowed several mouthfuls of water, lay sobbing on Jin Chen's shoulder: "Older Brother… I feel awful."

Su Yan on the shore: "……"

The burning sting on her face turned into mockery, and nobody paid any attention at all.

Playing so ruthlessly!

And still claiming she isn't the Huakui of Jade Water Pavilion!

Aside from those inside, who would use such despicable tactics!

As Jin Chen carried Muyue ashore, he gave Su Yan a cold, indifferent glance.

"'It wasn't me…' Su Yan instinctively stepped back half a step, frightened by Jin Chen's gaze, and said: 'Brother Chen, do you believe me?'"

Muyue sniffled, seeming full of grievance: "It has nothing to do with this young lady… I… just didn't stand steady."

Though he said that, his soft, lingering look at Jin Chen held a hidden warning, as if saying he was speaking the opposite.

Jin Chen felt helpless; who could not know that Muyue did it on purpose?

What can you do if your wife likes to play? Obviously it's because she lacks a sense of security, so you just have to go along with it.

"'Miss Su, offending the Lord of Xiwu, if His Majesty finds out, your official position may not be preserved.'"

Su Yan was so shocked she forgot to keep her composure: "Even you believe him?"

How can you all be so easily deceived!

Jin Chen: "See them out."

"'All right, Second Young Master.' The servant replied."

The old general, whom no one paid attention to: "……"

Was that poor soul who just jumped in really the Lord of Xiwu?

The one who clearly saw through it yet still went along—could that really be his silent and taciturn son?

The old general stroked his beard and said: "How is it that after returning from battle, everything has changed?"

——

Inside the bedroom.

Muyue was stripped clean, wrapped in a blanket and placed on the bed by Jin Chen, his damp long hair still dripping water.

His face tilted up, lips pursed as he sought a kiss: "Older Brother, are you angry?"

Jin Chen roughly wiped his hair, pinched the bridge of his nose, and snapped: "If you want to drive someone away, just say so; why go through all this?"

"'Did the old general see that just now? He would believe it too.'"

Muyue, confident in his reasoning, said: "If Older Brother won't kiss me, I'll just tilt my head up and kiss him myself."

"'Older Brother can only be mine; if others harbor designs, the General's mansion cannot kill people, so can't I think of another way?'"

"'You do have a point.'"

Jin Chen glanced at his head and lightly rebuked, but without any emotion, more like indulgence.

Muyue lay back on the bed, comfortable enough to squint his eyes and doze; just as Jin Chen lifted him, preparing to tuck him into the mattress, he suddenly noticed several faint black lines on Muyue's wrist.

Jin Chen lightly traced the pattern, frowned in puzzlement, yet saw Muyue flinch as if startled, instinctively pressing the wrist.

Jin Chen hadn't felt anything unusual at first.

"Avoiding me?" Jin Chen said with a hint of severity, "What is this?"

"This is…"

Muyue's lashes fluttered, their eyes darkened, "This is our totem, isn't it? Very secret."

Muyue counted the days in their heart, pinching the wrist.

Almost a month has passed.

"Older brother, older brother, don't ask anymore."

Muyue pulled Jin Chen close, wrapping their arms around Jin Chen's neck in a soft, coquettish manner, their cool lips landing on Jin Chen's face, "Older brother, stay with me while I rest."

Seeing that they truly didn't want to speak, Jin Chen stopped pressing, only realizing something in their heart for a moment.

The Blackening Value remained stubbornly high, perhaps related to the cause behind it.

Muyue buried themselves in Jin Chen's embrace, lightly rubbing, their eyes fixed blankly on the pear blossom rack beside the bed, their fingers unconsciously rubbing the wrist where the black pattern appeared.

As month after month passed, the anxiety in their heart grew ever more severe.

How much longer can they stay with their older brother?

If they really were to marry, it wouldn't seem fair to the older brother either—who would want to be bound in matrimony to a corpse?

But Muyue only dared to repeat these words over and over in their heart like self‑torture, not daring to tell Jin Chen even a bit.

Compared to death by lingchi, being executed on the spot seems even harder to accept.