Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 115 Turning the Tables to Become King (28)

Since the two seemed to be on completely different wavelengths, Shen Yun gave up on communicating with her and simply had her sent back to be well-fed and cared for.

Of course, this series of actions was not because she was soft-hearted, but because she could not take the initiative.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of effort.

Moreover, everyone has to look out for themselves, so Mu Changxue's actions are understandable. However, understanding is one thing, and forgiving is another.

Then, during the battle between the two armies, Zhao Yan captured Xia Yuliu alive and rushed back to the capital with him over several days.

Xia Yuliu, whose fate was uncertain and who was being held captive, only blinked when he saw the city gate. He looked at the man on horseback and suddenly said, "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. You must let me know who I lost to."

Zhao Yan glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head back to look in the direction of the city gate.

Shen Yun took off the parasol, looked at them coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a group of people surrounded them in circles.

She smiled and saw the man wearing a golden mask on horseback dismount gracefully and walk towards her.

"How does it feel to betray someone?" Shen Yun raised her delicate chin high, a half-smile on her face.

Those who manage to find bargains from her have a slim chance of surviving.

He was dressed in bright yellow clothes, with a five-clawed golden dragon coiling around his chest, and he wore a black headband with a dark oval jade stone inlaid on it.

The man just stared at her feet thoughtfully, a thought flashing through his mind: her height didn't seem right, could it be that she was wearing insoles?

After thinking for a while, he came back to his senses. "It's not that I broke my promise, it's true that it happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to tell you, but I did send someone to tell you later."

Shen Yun felt inexplicably guilty. Some time ago, someone did claim to be Zhao Yan's subordinate, but she was in a fit of rage at the time, so she had him thrown out.

"It's no big deal." Shen Yun waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, and gestured towards the direction where Xia Yuliu was imprisoned. "We've both gotten what we wanted now. It's a happy ending for everyone."

Zhao Yan smiled and shook his head. "I have one more wish."

Shen Yun asked instinctively, "What wish?"

Zhao Yan: "It's not convenient to talk about this here. I'll tell you privately later."

The two got along exceptionally well. Then, Xia Yuliu, who was locked up, blinked suddenly, seemingly in disbelief. He had seen the corpse with his own eyes. How could there be two people in the world who looked exactly alike?

"You, you..." Xia Yuliu tried to speak.

Shen Yun realized something was wrong and quickly ordered someone to take him inside. She didn't want this mess to be publicized at the city gate.

Upon arriving at the place where the court was to be held, Zhao Yan stopped, took a few steps back, looked up at the plaque, and then hesitated before walking in.

The dragon throne directly opposite him seemed different from before. It appeared to be made of pure gold, with two golden gemstones inlaid in the dragon's eyes, making it look extremely magnificent.

The surrounding decorations had also changed significantly, and the most surprising change to him was the stone steps leading up to the dragon throne.

It seemed to be covered with a layer of gold as well. The word "stone steps" was not quite accurate; "golden steps" would be more accurate.

He twitched his lips, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes, "Did Young Master Mu have all of these made?"

Shen Yun's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Don't you also think this place is much nicer than before?"

Shen Yun was quite satisfied that someone appreciated her aesthetic sense, and then added, "It looks better than before." Zhao Yan nodded reluctantly, "It does look better than before."

Just as Zhao Yan was about to say something, a slender hand reached out, and he quickly dodged it.

"What is Young Master Mu doing?"

Shen Yun sneered, "Call me Your Majesty."

Zhao Yan asked, "Is there some misunderstanding?" Zhao Yan felt a little guilty, but didn't know why.

"Zhao Yan...is your name really Zhao Yan?"

"of course."

Shen Yun continued, "In that case, why don't you take off your mask so I can confirm it's you?"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Zhao Yan's forehead. He explained, "I was injured on my face a few years ago, so I wear a mask." As he spoke, a hurt look appeared in his eyes, his gaze lowered, and his lips pressed tightly together.

Shen Yun walked around him once, touching his chin with one hand. After a long while, his eyes revealed certainty.

She tiptoed and reached out with lightning speed, but Zhao Yan was prepared. He grabbed her wrist with one hand, and Shen Yun quickly used her other hand to pull off his mask.

The face beneath the mask bore no signs of injury; in fact, every feature was flawless. Slightly raised eyebrows, narrow eyes—yet upon seeing this, Chen Yun felt no joy, only a slight urge to curse.

Taking a deep breath, she laughed instead of getting angry, "Zhao Yan? Xia Yuyan? Injured on the face? Cooperating with me? You're playing me for a fool, aren't you?"

"Let me explain." He was clearly anxious.

Shen Yun felt very hurt. After all, she had genuinely treated him like a son, giving him her all and raising him from infancy, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk. It was no easy feat for her.

Thinking of this, Shen Yun wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, almost wanting to sing a song of praise for his great deeds.

Men born into royalty are indeed all bad, wasting her loving motherly heart.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, there's a reason for all of this." Xia Yuyan looked at the mask in her hand, looking somewhat helpless.

Shen Yun covered his ears to show he wouldn't listen, "I treated you like a son, and you actually deceived my feelings."

Xia Yuyan, who was still trying to find the right words, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot that had been burning for over a decade. He hadn't done all these things just to be her son.

"You were pretending to be stupid before?" Thinking of this, Shen Yun was furious. Although she didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, it was impossible for her to sleep fully covered. She looked at him, her eyes blazing with anger, "You even deliberately slept with me, what were you up to?"

Xia Yuyan complained, his bright black eyes slightly lowered, "It was wrong of me to lie to you, but in the beginning, you were the one who said she was my mother."

Yeah?

Upon hearing that there was a glimmer of hope, 2345 quickly retrieved the record on the big screen. Fortunately, it had this ability; otherwise, it would have been completely doomed.

"Ahem...actually, I was just saying it casually before, who knew you would take it seriously?" Shen Yun rolled her eyes, feeling guilty. It seemed she really had said that, and more than once.

How can this be done?

Just a moment ago she was swearing that Xia Yuyan was a lying bastard, but now she's turned into a chicken claw.

Please contact me regularly, my little cutie.
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