Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 329: Too Embarrassed to Mention

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Too Embarrassed to Mention

Mu Yan turned to Vermilion Bird and instructed, "Yun He is injured. Don’t let Lan’er see it, and remove any traces of the fight in the residence as quickly as possible."

"Yes, Master."

In his heart, Vermilion Bird thought: Who could it be that managed to injure both Master and Yun He? If he and Yun He had gone together, the odds were against them.

It seems this person not only had a meticulous plan but must have also made ample preparations behind the scenes.

If not for the arrangements made last night, things would have been even more dangerous.

But who was this person really after, the Master or Madam?

Mu Yan seemed to think of something, then continued, "Go check, all the corpses turned into a puddle of fluids within the span of a dozen breaths. Is there any assassination organization known for this?"

Vermilion Bird suddenly felt a chill, as if hairs were standing on end - such a thing was happening.

It appeared that this assassination organization was rather difficult to deal with.

"Yes, Master, you rest. I shall take my leave," said Vermilion Bird, his expression growing grave.

After Vermilion Bird left through the side door, Mu Yan returned to the bridal chamber. He looked at the soundly sleeping Zhan Lan and gently caressed her cheek, murmuring, "Lan’er, I owe you a proper wedding night."

He had not imagined that even on his wedding day, someone would choose to take action against him.

Feigning as if nothing had happened, Mu Yan bore the pain from his wounds and lay down next to Zhan Lan.

The next day, as the sun rose, Zhan Lan slowly opened her eyes.

She had a dream that she married Mu Yan yesterday, and as they spent their wedding night together, suddenly, she fell asleep.

Gazing at the somewhat unfamiliar room, Zhan Lan turned her head and saw Mu Yan, who was also soundly asleep.

When she saw Mu Yan’s distinct side profile and the festive red silk hanging in the room, with the candles burned down to the end and her phoenix crown and wine cup on the table,

Her lips curled into a smile. It turned out it wasn’t a dream.

She remembered now—last night, it was Mu Yan who had pressed her acupoint, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.

Staring at Mu Yan’s sleeping face, Zhan Lan smiled faintly. He seemed very peaceful when he slept, exuding a solitary and cool aura, and even his breathing was extremely steady.

Zhan Lan gently poked Mu Yan’s cheek with her finger, but suddenly, her hand was caught by Mu Yan, and she found herself being pressed down by him.

As their eyes met, Mu Yan chuckled, "Lady Mu, what are you up to?"

Looking at his devil-may-care attitude, Zhan Lan asked, "Did something happen last night? Why did you press my acupoint and let me fall asleep?"

Mu Yan pursed his lips, "Last night, a thief entered the residence aiming to steal the wedding gifts. I thought it was an assassin, so I pressed your acupoint."

Zhan Lan was a bit upset, "Mu Yan, I’m now your wife. Can’t I face anything with you? If you do this again next time, I will divorce you!"

Mu Yan tilted up her chin and said, "Madam wouldn’t bear to do that, would she?"

Zhan Lan’s ears turned red, and she pushed him away, "Who said that?"

Leaning in, Mu Yan kissed her neck, an area sensitive to Zhan Lan, evoking a tingling sensation that immediately made her heart race.

Mu Yan’s voice whispered into her ear, "Your body tells me otherwise."

Zhan Lan, blushing, pushed him away and rolled out of bed, only to spot two big red wedding robes on the floor.

The events of last night played clearly before her eyes, making her instantly bashful, yet, in the end, she and Mu Yan had not consummated the marriage.

Getting out of bed, Mu Yan picked up the wedding robes and whispered into Zhan Lan’s ear, "Madam, you owe your husband a proper wedding night. I’ll settle this with you another day!"

Zhan Lan frowned—after all, who owed whom? It was clearly him who had pressed her acupoint last night.

Early in the morning, as she was attended to by the maids, Zhan Lan turned to Xiao Tao and Liu Xi, "Did you hear any noises last night?"

Xiao Tao’s cheeks turned bright red at Zhan Lan’s words, thinking Zhan Lan was referring to noises from the bridal chamber, and immediately waved her hands, saying, "This servant heard nothing!"

Liu Xi nodded her head, "This servant also didn’t hear any sounds."

"Oh!" Zhan Lan had originally intended to probe for some information from the two of them, feeling that last night’s events were not as simple as they seemed.

If Mu Yan wanted to hide something, it was likely that Xiao Tao and Liu Xi, two people inexperienced in martial arts, would not have detected anything.

Mu Yan came knocking and said to Zhan Lan: "Madam, time to eat."

Zhan Lan’s hand was pulled by him, and they arrived at the hall.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Zhan Lan said with a smile: "Prince, are you raising a pig..."

Mu Yan flicked her forehead lightly, "Nonsense!"

While eating, Zhan Lan praised, "Prince, I think I’ll get fat in less than seven days."

Mu Yan eyed her up and down, "Good if you get fat, this Prince likes that."

Zhan Lan covered Mu Yan’s eyes with her hands, this man really didn’t have a single serious word.

That day, from morning until evening, Mu Yan didn’t leave the house; instead, he quietly accompanied her around the garden and even made a swing for her to prevent her from getting bored.

Zhan Lan sat on the swing pushed by Mu Yan, curiously looking at him, "Don’t you need to attend the court in these few days?"

Mu Yan’s lips curved up, "Hasn’t Madam heard of the honeymoon period, who would bear to let the bride sleep alone in an empty room?"

As the swing moved, Zhan Lan’s skirts fluttered, and she stretched out her hand, saying: "It’s rare to be so leisurely."

The moment Mu Yan pushed the swing, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist, retracting his hand, and said to Zhan Lan, "I need to go relieve myself."

Zhan Lan nodded, and Xiao Tao and Liu Xi came over to continue pushing the swing for her.

Mu Yan went to Vermilion Bird’s room, and Vermilion Bird, seeing that the wound on Mu Yan had slightly split open again, dressed it with medicine and wrapped it with gauze, saying: "Master, why not tell Madam about it?"

Mu Yan broke into a cold sweat on his forehead and firmly said, "Lan’er already has a lot on her mind and isn’t sleeping well. Let it be."

Vermilion Bird nodded and reminded, "Master, avoid any vigorous activities in the coming days, or the wound may reopen."

Mu Yan glanced at Vermilion Bird and went out.

He was as caring as ever towards Zhan Lan, who did not notice anything amiss.

Yet on the third night after their wedding, as Zhan Lan lay in bed, she watched Mu Yan go to sleep directly.

She always felt something was off; she and Mu Yan had not consummated their marriage yet, so why hadn’t Mu Yan touched her at all since that night.

Not even a kiss...

Zhan Lan lay there, restless, as it had been Mu Yan who initially roused her to restless nights.

Now, he lay there like an exiled immortal, in pure white clothes, untouched by any dust.

As if any thought she had was akin to desecrating a deity.

Zhan Lan felt a sudden sense of loss deep inside.

Three days after the wedding, Zhan Lan and Mu Yan rode in a sedan chair, returning to her maiden home for a visit and for the homecoming ceremony.

Mu Yan treated her with respect, but Zhan Lan always felt something strange in her heart.

She even wondered if she was too eager, feeling utterly ashamed.

After all, she was a woman, and in matters of love, she was not as bold as Dugu Yan.

Her heart felt awkward, yet she was too embarrassed to voice her concerns to Mu Yan.