A lazy bum transmigrates and marries a eunuch – it's awesome!

Chapter 114 Intrigue and Happiness

Upon hearing the idea of ​​using someone else to do the dirty work, Xie Zhuo's eyes lit up immediately. He put an arm around Prince An's shoulder and excitedly said...

"Tell me carefully."

Jin Zekang chuckled and tapped his head.

"You're such a grown-up, yet you're still as immature as you were when you were a child."

Xie Zhuo chuckled twice and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not like this outside because there are no outsiders here. I don't act like this outside."

"Oh, stop beating around the bush, just tell me, who are you planning to use to kill whom?"

A barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed in Prince An's eyes.

"Is there any need to say more?"

"Of course, I'm using Xiao Yanwang as a weapon to kill your good cousin and my good brother."

Xie Zhuo blinked his big eyes in disbelief.

"What a joke, how could Xiao Yuan be our knife?"

That dead eunuch was a clumsy, multifaceted weapon; the only handle was in the Emperor's hands, and anyone else who tried to take it would only end up with a cut.

You'd better take it easy. Trying to catch a fox while holding a hedgehog is risky; you might end up pricking yourself instead of hitting the fox.

"That's what you were talking about in the past," Jin Zekang said with a slight smile, patting Xie Zhuo's hand.

"Xiao Yuan is a lone wolf, and the only thing that can be used to control him is power, but things are different now."

He gave himself another weakness: his love life.

A person must not fall in love. Once love takes hold, even the hardest steel will become as soft as silk, and even the most immortal body will have a fatal weakness.

Xie Zhuo shook his head disapprovingly, "Xiao Yuan doesn't have any feelings. You wouldn't say that he's truly in love because he's supporting his wife, would you?"

Stop joking. That old eunuch may be a rootless castrated man, but he's been rich for so many years.

He could have any beauty he wanted, so why would he be truly attracted to a young girl?

In my opinion, his revenge against the Qin family is just petty.

Aren't all eunuchs like that?

The more you lack something, the more you care about it; you're like someone with paranoia, constantly worrying that someone is cheating on you.

He couldn't sleep with a woman himself, and he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone else to touch him, not even a tiny bit; otherwise, he'd bite like a dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Jin Zekang shook his head, "You're looking at things too superficially. You don't need to look at Xiao Yuan's behavior to see if he's in love. You should look at his wife."

Love is like growing a flower; you can tell if someone has put their heart into it just by looking at the flower.

Jiang's eldest daughter has been married for over two months now. Does she look like she's having a bad time?

As you said, eunuchs, haunted by their inferiority complex, placed great importance on a woman's chastity.

Since Xiao Yuan came to arrest people today, he must have known a couple of days ago that his wife had almost been raped by the foolish son of the Qin family.

But look at Miss Jiang, she doesn't look like she's been tortured?

Xiao Yuan was willing to offend the Earl's Mansion and make enemies just to pull this stunt, which shows how much he cared about this matter. Ironically, his wife was not punished or reprimanded.

That makes it very clear: regardless of what happens in the future, at least for now, he cares a lot about his young wife.

Xie Zhuo nodded slowly, "Now that you mention it, it's true. Such a flamboyant and bright woman doesn't seem like someone who has been wronged."

What are you going to do?

Should we throw Xiao Yuan's wife onto Xie Lin's bed or Jin Zecheng's bed?

Jin Zekang sighed helplessly, "Don't you think this kind of framing is despicable?"

I just wanted to hunt foxes, I didn't expect to get into all this trouble.

Kidnapping a living person and sending them to someone else's bed would involve too many obstacles. Do you think Xiao Yuan wouldn't be able to find out such obvious clues?

He's the head of the Eastern Depot, not a reckless brute. Even if we manage to pit him against Jin Zecheng, we won't escape responsibility.

Xie Zhuo suddenly smiled slyly, "Judging from your expression, you must already have an idea. Tell me, I want to hear it."

Prince An felt a little uncomfortable with Xie Zhuo's sudden coquettishness, so he gestured for him to lower his head before whispering his plan to him.

Outside the window, the moon and stars are few; inside, the candlelight flickers.

The silhouettes of the two figures imprinted on the window paper resembled a gentle older brother teaching a mischievous younger brother.

Who would have thought that they were talking about how to send their own brother to hell?

Inside the Governor's Mansion.

Xiao Yuan was being pinned down on the bed by his wife, his face flushed. His black and gold python robe was pulled down very low, making his two V-line abs look even more sexy.

Jiang Xinyu pressed down on his legs and gently kissed his lower abdomen, the hot breath she exhaled making Xiao Yuan tremble uncontrollably.

His belt had long been torn off and thrown away somewhere; only his underpants, loosely tucked into his python robe, concealed his mutilation.

He was so close, so very close to being exposed.

But the lady kept her promise and didn't go any further, teasing him right at the crucial point.

The thought of heaven or hell is a constant struggle; the thrill and excitement intertwined with this torment made Xiao Yuan feel like he was dying.

He even had an urge to tear off the fig leaf; he wanted more, he wanted his wife to love him even more.

But reason desperately stopped him from doing so. No, he couldn't. What if the lady was frightened by the ugliness and left him?

But I really want to, I really want to take it one step further.

Xiao Yuan was tormented by two conflicting emotions, his eyes welling up with tears and he was sweating profusely. He could only desperately grab at the bedsheets to calm his restless hands.

He expected his wife to reward him, but he didn't expect it to be so intense. He couldn't take it anymore and was being driven crazy by the torment.

To prevent himself from doing something irreversible, Xiao Yuan ultimately broke his promise and pulled his wife to his chest, turning her over and pinning her down.

Jiang Xinyu teased, lifting Xiao Yuan's chin with her slender, white fingers.

"Didn't we agree not to move?"

"Give up?"

"I lost, I lost miserably."

Xiao Yuan whispered in Jiang Xinyu's ear in a hoarse voice, followed by a passionate kiss.

Offense is the best defense; he knew his quirky little wife in his arms all too well.

No matter how much he begged for mercy, she would not let him go; she would only intensify her torment until he went mad.

Then it'll be her turn to beg for mercy; he won't stop anyway.

The magnificent python robe, worn only once, was ultimately ruined, and Xiao Yuan nearly lost his mind in the throes of extreme pleasure.

Without the restraint of a belt, the underpants couldn't withstand any more strain; Xiao Yuan had truly gone mad.

He felt his pants gradually slipping down but ignored it, simply extinguishing the candle flame with a flick of his palm and then covering Jiang Xinyu's eyes with a handkerchief.

This was the first time he had been completely naked in front of his wife, and even though he knew she couldn't see him, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Neither of them spoke, they held each other tightly, their bodies pressed together.

Jiang Xinyu gently stroked Xiao Yuan's back, feeling the dampness on his neck, but said nothing.

It probably cried; the lone wolf has become a big dog and has become vulnerable.

She didn't know how Xiao Yuan used to vent his grievances in the past, but she didn't think crying was a sign of weakness.

It's good to be able to vent your emotions. But the word "forbearance" is like a knife above your head. If you keep everything bottled up inside, you'll only become more and more abnormal.

Jiang Xinyu didn't know when she fell asleep. Xiao Yuan was a thoughtful and considerate person, and she was spoiled and became lazier and lazier.

I really don't know how those exhausted wives manage to endure their physical discomfort while serving their husbands a bath; I certainly couldn't do it.

Jiang Xinyu's understanding is somewhat lacking in common sense. A lady wouldn't serve her husband while he bathed after that. What do you think a maidservant does?

Those who only sleep with the male master are concubines; the maidservants who share the bed with him have the lowest status among all those who sleep with him.

Not only did she watch others eat and lie down while she stood up, but she even cleaned up the mess afterward.

Jiang Xinyu had no such understanding, and could not imagine how she would break down if someone were hiding in the room listening to her while she was doing those intimate things.

Despite her shamelessness and thick skin, she still blushed when she thought about the dirty sheets being washed by the maids.