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

Chapter 93 Turning the Tables to Become King (6)

She thoughtfully stroked the patterns on the warm jade, then suddenly smiled, and a bright red mole near her ear seemed to come alive, so alluring it was almost blinding.

If she wasn't mistaken, then this piece of warm jade should be a key, but what exactly could this key unlock that would make the original owner's father believe it was a turning point for the original owner?

She sighed softly, but unfortunately, the original owner of this body never knew this until her death.

No matter what she opened, she was determined to make good use of it and would never let that bastard Xia Yuliu get it again.

But the most important thing now is how she can leave the palace without any trouble.

Before she could come up with a solution, a dark, shadowy thing rolled over on its own outside the door.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Xia Yuyan, whom she had just met. He was wearing the same clothes, the only difference being that his cheeks and nose were covered in dust, making him look disheveled.

His eyes looked quite bright, like a final burst of energy before death.

Instinctively, Shen Yun covered her forehead.

Just as she expected, a heartfelt "Mother" came crashing down on her.

What followed was a feeling of oppression as if it were solid iron, as if many iron lumps were hanging on my body, which was quite unpleasant.

With great effort, she managed to stand up, dig out the head buried in her chest, and gasped for breath, her face flushed. "Don't you know your place?" Such a big guy, all of him was pressing down on her. Luckily, the original owner had practiced martial arts, otherwise she might have collapsed on the spot.

Xia Yuyan blinked his eyes, looking completely innocent, and pouted slightly. "Mother, do you not want Yan'er anymore? You don't even sleep with Yan'er anymore."

Involuntarily, she pressed the veins on her forehead and glanced at the candlestick on the table. If that candlestick were to kill him now, it probably wouldn't be a big deal.

In the end, she didn't do it, after all, she was a kind-hearted and exceptionally beautiful woman.

Meanwhile, 2345, who was watching the show from the sidelines, believed that the biggest reason the host didn't do this was because he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, literally, and that dealing with corpses was too troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, she immediately put on a kind expression, her eyebrows and eyes were unusually gentle, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. She sat down on the wooden stool, took out a clean white handkerchief from her bosom, and then took a big gulp of water.

"Yan'er."

"Mother." Xia Yuyan cupped his little face in his hands, his expression earnest.

"Good boy." She stroked his hair; thankfully, it wasn't oily. "It wasn't easy for your mother to raise you, changing your diapers and feeding you."

Xia Yuliu interrupted, seemingly puzzled, "But Mother, Yan'er has hardly seen you since I was little."

Shen Yun's face stiffened. She thought to herself, "Even in this state, how can you know if I'm still in your memory?" But she knew she had to deal with whatever came her way. She sighed wistfully, "Silly child, your mother is of noble status and cannot easily meet with people."

"What do you mean by 'shameful'?" A magnetic yet strangely endearing voice rang out.

If Shen Yun didn't know that his intelligence was stuck in childhood, she would really suspect that he did it on purpose.

"It's not that I can't be seen by people, it's that I can't be seen by people easily." She tried to coax him as much as possible. "Look at the Guanyin statue hanging in your temple. Have you only seen the portrait and never the real person? Let me tell you, your mother is exactly the same as Guanyin. Beautiful fairies don't easily descend to earth. Haven't you seen other women who are not as beautiful as your mother?"

Although it may sound a bit crude to say this, it is absolutely true.

As expected, Xia Yuyan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said in a serious tone, "Mother is right, those people are all ugly monsters." Just as Shen Yun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard him say again, "But Mother, why can you see people again now?"

"That's because your mother couldn't bear to see you suffer from lovesickness, so she came to see you specially."

He jogged over, grasped her hands tightly, and asked blankly, "Then, Mother, will you fly away with a whoosh?"

Shen Yun's eyes immediately filled with affection again, "My good child, as long as you listen to your mother more in the future, marry an obedient wife, and take good care of your mother, your mother will not fly away."

"You must be obedient," she added at the end.

"Will Mother sleep with Yan'er?"

Naïve words can conceal immense malice.

Shen Yun: "...You're too old, you should sleep alone."

"But Grandma said Mother should sleep with Yan'er." He looked up, his eyes misting over, as if he would burst into tears if she didn't agree.

The grandmother he mentioned was the one who had taken care of him since he was a child. However, she died a long time ago because she mistakenly drank a bowl of mung bean soup that she shouldn't have. After that, Xia Yuyan really didn't have anyone who cared about him anymore.

Shen Yun's eyes twitched, and he was about to look for an opportunity to refuse.

A light, airy voice came from 2345: "A mission, please."

She lowered her eyes, thought about the mission, and suddenly her whole body stiffened.

In other words, no matter what request Xia Yuyan makes, she basically can't refuse.

She turned her head, rubbed her face as she looked at her reflection in the tea, then turned back around. "Fine, go wash up and then sleep here."

Anyway, the original owner's bed was big enough that it could easily accommodate two more people. Besides, there was no one in the two-person palace, so there was no fear of being seen. Perhaps those people would be even happier if they couldn't find Xia Yuyan.

After all, his existence was similar to that of the original owner; both were a thorn in Xia Yuliu's heart.

Perhaps due to his excitement, Xia Yuyan ran onto the bed with lightning speed, still holding a corner of the quilt in his mouth, making him look especially adorable if one ignored his face.

I don't know what happened, but despite being mentally challenged for many years, he has a lot of muscle on his body, the kind that looks very chewy.

2345, with a serious expression, broke out in a cold sweat. It looked at the dazed-looking man with pity, feeling that his future was bleak.

What if it doesn't want to hear its host's thoughts about chewy, tough meat?
But for some reason, it felt really good.

It must be sick.

Because there was another person present, Shen Yun was no longer as free as usual, but instead dressed very conservatively. However, this was not a solution.

Although she didn't think Xia Yuyan, who was like a little kid, was anything special, if she were ever found out, she couldn't very well say that she was just being overly maternal.

She glanced at the man sleeping soundly beside her. With his eyes closed, he looked no different from an ordinary person, showing no signs of mental impairment. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were clear. He was even more handsome than Xia Yuliu.

Good luck on the college entrance exam!
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