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Chapter 339 The Legal Wife in the Concubine's Story 20

"fine."

All the assassins had been dealt with, but Yan Heng was still holding her.

Zhai Lingruo did not dare to move, because she found that there seemed to be someone in front of Yan Heng, "Your Majesty, the assassin has been cleared out."

There was no warmth in his words, and the emperor looked a little embarrassed. After all, he left the palace on a whim and did not bring many guards with him. Those assassins were all highly skilled in martial arts, and it was Yan Heng who helped him deal with them.

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear minister." The emperor's eyes fell on Yan Heng's arms, trying to see which girl the commander of the Dragon Guard Division, who had always disliked women, was hugging. Unfortunately, Yan Heng hid it very well and didn't let him see what the girl looked like.

"Your Majesty, these are the last batch of assassins." Yan Heng said calmly. He had almost killed all the remnants of the previous dynasty who had secretly stayed in the capital.

This last group of people are extremely skilled in martial arts, and I think they are their last resort.

"My dear minister, I am so lucky to have your help." The emperor was so moved that he almost cried. Promoting Yan Heng was the most correct thing he had done in his many years as emperor.

Before meeting Yan Heng, the emperor had no idea that the seemingly peaceful Shangjing was actually surging with undercurrents. His court and harem were like a leaky sieve, hiding many remnants of the previous dynasty who had always wanted to restore the old dynasty.

Even the princes whom he thought were honest had thoughts of rebellion.

"It's getting late, Your Majesty, it's time to return to the palace. I'll ask the other members of the Dragon Guard Division to take you back." Yan Heng only gave a look, and several people from the Dragon Guard Division came forward to the emperor.

The emperor winked at Yan Heng and looked at the woman in his arms with an expression that said, "I understand everything. I won't bother you anymore."

On the way back to the palace, the emperor said to the Dragon Guards beside him: "It's strange. With Lord Yan's strength, even if he was holding a woman in his arms, he would never get injured on his arm."

The emperor suddenly thought of something and shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't expect that Lord Yan is also such a scheming person."

This self-torture tactic is no different from the methods used by the concubines in his palace to compete for favor.

After everyone else left, Zhai Lingruo came out of his arms and looked at Yan Heng's injured arm with some heartache, "Master Yan, does it hurt?"

As soon as she finished saying this, Yan Heng picked her up by the waist. She felt the familiar feeling of weightlessness again. Ling Ruo did not dare to move, for fear of hurting the wound on his arm.

The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright. Half of the window in the room is open, and the light inside the room is exceptionally clear under the moonlight.

The wound was bloody and blood was still oozing out. Zhai Lingruo applied the medicine gently and leaned on his shoulder, "Master Yan, I'm sorry for hurting you."

Yan Heng shook his head. "It's my fault that I'm not strong enough. It's none of Madam's business."

"Resist your wound and don't let it get wet. Also remember not to get wet when you bathe."

"Yes. Help me ma'am."

"Ahem..." Zhai Lingruo almost choked on his words, "Isn't your other hand okay?"

"It hurts." Yan Heng raised his injured hand in front of Zhai Lingruo, "I saved Madam, you won't just leave your benefactor alone, right?"

Why do I feel like I've been tricked?

"I got it. I won't go back home these few days. I'll stay here with you." Everyone in Qingyouyuan is hers. The old lady is sick and has no time to take care of her. Jiang Huaiqing is with the heroine, so no one else will know if she is away from the Marquis's Mansion for a few days.

From an angle that Zhai Lingruo couldn't see, the corners of Yan Heng's mouth slightly raised.

When Zhai Lingruo saw the old scars of varying sizes on Yan Heng's body, her hands couldn't stop shaking as she wiped his body. The scars were mottled and crisscrossed, and some even stretched to his heart.

In the past, the light was not good at night, and she was confused by him. She was completely immersed in lust and had no time to care about other things. Although she could feel the uneven scars on his back, she didn't expect there were so many.

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Yan Heng chuckled, as if he didn't care about the old injury on his body, and said calmly: "It's all in the past. If Madam feels sorry for me, please be nicer to me, and don't call me over again when you think of it."

Hmm... Zhai Lingruo suddenly remembered that she hasn't blown the jade whistle since the last time. It turns out that the man holds a grudge.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the smile on Yan Heng's lips faded. He held Zhai Lingruo's hand and kissed her lips again.

"What are you doing? The wound..." With splashing water, she was dragged into the bathtub by him.

"No problem."

Soon, she had no time to care about anything else, because she found that Yan Heng didn't look like a wounded person at all, and his spirit was much better than hers.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Zhai Lingruo was finally able to rest well. She lay on the bed, feeling very sleepy and no longer having the strength to move. "Yan Heng... I hate you."

The corners of Yan Heng's lips curled up, his tone was leisurely and casual, and his fingertips stroked her cheek, "Madam, do you really hate me? Huh?"

He leaned over, kissed her forehead, and held her in his arms again, "Go to sleep."

The man on the bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he stood up as usual, but today was a little different. Why was there a woman in his bed?

The woman's eyes were closed, her long black hair was stretched out, and her snow-white skin was covered with ambiguous traces.

Yan Heng glanced at the furnishings in the room. This was the familiar Longweisi, and it was also his bedroom, but there were more women's supplies. The dressing mirror was neatly arranged with jewelry, and the red agate on the gilded powder butterfly hairpin sparkled in the morning light.

"Get up." Yan Heng stretched out his hand and shook the woman beside him.

He clearly remembered that he had just chopped to pieces all the enemies of the prefect who had killed his family yesterday, and the furnishings in the house were not like they were now.

"Well... sleep a little longer." Zhai Lingruo responded sleepily.

"Get up quickly." Yan Heng wanted to pull her up, but he touched her delicate skin instead. He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted. The tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his limbs.

He could only shake her through the quilt. Zhai Lingruo felt a little confused by his shaking. How could she sleep? It was so late last night and she only slept for an hour or two. She was still very sleepy now. Was Yan Heng so energetic?

She reached out her hand, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to the bed, her eyes still closed due to sleepiness, "Master Yan, it's all your fault. I said I didn't want it last night... but you still had to bully me..."

Yan Heng froze. Could this woman be his wife?

He quickly stood up and walked to the mirror. It was still himself in the mirror, but there was a bit more maturity between his eyebrows and his appearance was different from the immature boyhood.

Zhai Lingruo, who was still lying, sensed something was wrong. In the past, after she finished saying those words, Yan Heng always handled it with ease and gently teased her: "Do you really not want it anymore? Did you cry and beg me last night?"

This morning was very strange, and she didn't care about anything else. She put on an outer robe, walked forward, and looked up at Yan Heng.

It was her boyfriend for sure, and he hadn't changed his mind.

So, what's going on?