Tigers Sniff the Rose - Chapter 131

Chapter 131

When they stopped to rest at a post house, Mu Wanyao heard Fang Tong’s report before going to see Yan Shang. She stood outside the door of his quarters, took a moment to compose herself, and then pushed the door open.

"Hunger striking, are we?"

She saw the blindfolded young man leaning against the elegant table, his wide, flowing sleeves cascading over his knees and the floor mats. He sat with a quiet, refined grace, like a pine tree covered in snow—a picture of unyielding dignity that would not bow to brute force.

Even Mu Wanyao couldn't help but admire him.

Hearing Mu Wanyao arrive, Yan Shang’s brows furrowed slightly.

He had been in this state since regaining consciousness; he was surrounded by Mu Wanyao’s people, all of whom watched him as if he were a prisoner. No matter what he wanted, his attendants had to ask the Princess for permission first. After an entire morning of this, he hadn't even been able to lay a finger on a writing brush, let alone have an appetite for food.

Even if Mu Wanyao hadn't dosed him with muscle-relaxing powders, the situation was practically no different.

This Princess was truly wicked!

As Yan Shang thought this, Mu Wanyao sat down beside him, smiling as she rested her hand on his arm, coaxing him. "You shouldn't stop eating just because you're angry. If you starve yourself sick, how my heart would ache. Doesn't Brother Yan Er care for me at all?"

Yan Shang blurted out, "If I care for you, who cares for me? I considered everything for your sake, and this is how you repay me? Kidnapping me and holding me prisoner—is this your way of being good to me? You’ve gone too far."

Mu Wanyao couldn't help but laugh.

He was so accustomed to being gentle that his voice was always low and soft, exceptionally deep and pleasant to the ears. He rarely raised his voice, and even when angry, he spoke softly; it didn't sound like a confrontation, but rather like he was gently complaining to her.

Mu Wanyao gave a small cough.

A smile curved in her eyes, bright and clear like autumn water. "It is indeed for your own good. But putting that aside for a moment, let’s have something to eat first, shall we?"

It was rare for her to be so sweet and conciliatory due to her own guilt, but Yan Shang coldly refused. "Let’s discuss this matter first. From now on, I will not eat the food you provide, nor drink the water you offer. How can I trust you when you’ve used such devious tricks to deal with me after I placed so much faith in you?"

Mu Wanyao hung her head, feeling somewhat displeased by his words.

"Why do you think I kidnapped you against your will?" she asked.

"Who knows what dark schemes you have!" Yan Shang retorted.

Mu Wanyao said, "Because my maternal grandfather is dying, and I want to see him one last time. When I visit him, I want to take the man I admire with me, so he can rest easy knowing I’m taken care of and not worry about my future. Am I wrong for that?"

Yan Shang paused, then said, "You can make even black sound like white."

Mu Wanyao insisted, "My intentions were completely sincere!"

Yan Shang felt a sliver of annoyance.

"Must you force me to speak so bluntly?" he asked.

"Please, go ahead," she replied.

As a man of intelligence, Yan Shang’s mind hadn't rusted just because he was imprisoned. He lowered his voice, suppressing his anger. "You are not doing this for my sake. You think that because I am merely a county magistrate, I can simply step aside for others, that my position isn't important. You completely ignore that my leaving Nanyang is a dereliction of duty. The imperial court prohibits me from leaving my post; you are intentionally making me commit an offense!

"Are you trying to get me dismissed from office?"

Mu Wanyao coaxed him, "It’s just a seventh-rank magistrate position; we don't have to keep it. What is so great about a place like Nanyang? Even if you’ve made many plans for it, they are already in place; someone else can carry them out just as well. Let’s just return to Chang’an."

"You are acting recklessly!" Yan Shang cried. "You rely on your status as a Princess, holding power in your hands, and arrange the lives of others as you please!"

Seeing his taut face, she knew he was truly furious. He got up, supporting himself on the table, wanting to leave and refusing to speak to her any further. Knowing he would be upset, Mu Wanyao tried her best to soothe him. She pulled him back down to his seat and said firmly, "We have already reached this point; it is impossible for me to send you back. But I can offer you some compensation. Do you really like being the Magistrate of Rang County so much? You haven't actually started thinking of it as your own home, have you?"

Yan Shang was held back by her hand and forced to sit back down. He frowned, turning to "look" at her. "You... fine, I know I cannot persuade you. If you insist on taking me away, what choice do I have? But during my term, I have never neglected my official duties for ridiculous reasons, and naturally, I cannot be dismissed by the central government because of an equally ridiculous reason like being forced to leave Nanyang.

"I don't care what methods you use, but my position as the Magistrate of Rang County cannot be lost. If you cause me to lose my job because of this, I will... never speak to you again."

Even his threats lacked any real bite.

Mu Wanyao hesitated. She wondered why he cared so much about a magistrate's post; did Rang County have some hidden importance she didn't know about? She never dared to underestimate Yan Shang’s wisdom. Even though she had imprisoned him, she still feared he might turn the tables.

Yan Shang waited for a moment, but received no reply. He said with a hint of anger, "Are you still going to let me lose my position because of your own mistakes? You can't even satisfy this one condition? You’ve gone too far."

Seeing his clenched jaw, Mu Wanyao thought that it was only a magistrate's post. Since she had already cut off his contact with the outside world, what harm was there in letting him keep his title? Once she dragged him back to Chang’an and forced him to marry her, he would never be able to return to Nanyang anyway.

There was never a reason for a Princess’s consort to live apart from his wife.

Thinking that Yan Shang wouldn't be returning to Rang County in the future regardless, Mu Wanyao nodded readily. "Fine, I promise you. Can you eat now?"

"We haven't finished talking yet!" Yan Shang insisted.

Mu Wanyao grew impatient. "What else is there?"

Yan Shang hesitated before asking, "I ask you, since you have kidnapped me like this, have you made arrangements for Miaoniang?"

Mu Wanyao’s expression turned cold. She tilted her head to look at him. "What do you mean? Expressing concern for another woman right in front of me?"

Yan Shang had been angry all day, and he was quite irritated now. "Do I have to spell out your intentions? Dare you say that you aren't displeased with how I handled things, and are using your power to crush others? You’ve snatched me away from Miaoniang; obviously, she cannot compete with a Princess. But I am betrothed to her—is it right for you to bully a young woman like this?"

"Snatch you away?" Mu Wanyao scoffed. "You have the nerve to say that."

Yan Shang’s face flushed instantly.

To Mu Wanyao, he was truly adorable—even when angry, he could blush over such things.

"It is exactly as I said," he muttered. "You did it, am I not allowed to speak of it?"

Because of his blush, Mu Wanyao’s anger over his betrothal dissipated. She said slowly, "Regarding that Miaoniang of yours, don't try to fool me. I’ve already investigated the nature of your relationship with her. Fang Tong told me that it was your father-in-law who got you drunk at a banquet and pushed his daughter on you; you agreed in a daze and haven't gone back on your word since. What is this? Isn't that just taking advantage of your poor tolerance for alcohol?"

Yan Shang explained, "Master Chen is not the kind of person you describe. I was drinking because I was in low spirits; it was not a setup by Master Chen..."

Mu Wanyao shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning against his arm. He turned away to prevent her from leaning on him, but she simply grabbed his arm and refused to let go, nuzzling against him as if showing off. Yan Shang wanted to glare at her, but suffered from his lack of sight, and Mu Wanyao was already speaking. "When Fang Tong discovered you had set the betrothal with Miaoniang, it was on the second day of the second lunar month. This timing is quite subtle, isn't it?"

Yan Shang replied coldly, "Subtle, how?"

Mu Wanyao tilted her head to look at him. "It’s subtle because exactly four days before that date was when I and Pei Qing set our own engagement."

Yan Shang remained silent.

Mu Wanyao felt her heart soften, filled with tenderness. She pulled him close so he would lower his head, and she rubbed her nose gently against his, saying softly, "Brother, you were heartbroken over my engagement, so you drank, and were tricked into an engagement yourself. And because the other party happened to pose no threat to you, and you were feeling discouraged—believing yourself unfit for love—you didn't refuse the marriage, did you?

"You did it because of me, didn't you?"

Yan Shang reached out and pushed her face away. Mu Wanyao couldn't believe it, but his attitude was firm. Even though he was blushing, he didn't want to be like this with her.

Mu Wanyao was furious. "You’ve lost your mind! You dare push me away? Do you know that if I wanted to force myself on you, you wouldn't even be able to..."

She spoke without thinking, and before she could finish, Yan Shang interrupted her sternly. "How can you say such things! How can a lady talk like that?"

Her momentum was completely derailed, and she felt deflated.

She grumbled sulkily, "Forget it, I won't say it. Don't worry, I won't ruin your reputation. I’ll even find your Miaoniang a husband you won't be able to find any fault with. Do you really think you’re gold that everyone treasures and can't live without? Just eat your meal."

Hearing her dismiss Miaoniang as if she were a mere passerby, Yan Shang had no choice but to accept it helplessly. He thought that even if Mu Wanyao arranged a marriage for Miaoniang, as long as he was there to supervise, she wouldn't be able to go too far.

However, Yan Shang had too much on his mind; he had no appetite. "I won't eat. The way you’ve imprisoned me..."

Mu Wanyao coldly interrupted, "Are you pushing your luck? Even if I kidnapped you for various reasons, does it mean it was all for my own selfish motives, and that there's no benefit to you? Must you view me as a villain instead of a good woman?"

Yan Shang was stunned and wide-eyed; he couldn't believe she was actually trying to turn black into white again.

"A benefit to me?" he asked. "What benefit? How can I not see how your imprisoning me is for my own good?"

Mu Wanyao said righteously, "A beautiful woman for you to enjoy for free—what do you have to complain about?"

Yan Shang was infuriated and joined her in speaking recklessly. "Am I that kind of person? What 'enjoyment'? I wouldn't do such a thing. What use is your beauty if I can't even see it?"

Mu Wanyao immediately seized the opportunity and grasped his hand. "See! Isn't this exactly how I am being good to you! I am helping you treat your eyes! I have summoned an imperial physician from Chang’an; they are already on their way and will meet us in Jinling. I was worried that if you spent that month following me, your condition would worsen, so I had to see you recover your sight before I could feel at ease."

Yan Shang pressed his lips together and lowered his head.

Seeing his attitude soften, Mu Wanyao continued, "And I am truly doing this for your sake. Look at how exhausted you usually are, spending all day handling official business. You never have time to rest for yourself; look at what you’ve done to your body. You’re so thin now, just because you’re young and don't care. I’m afraid that if you keep working like this, you’ll ruin your health completely.

"Brother Yan Er, even if you love your work, you must care for your body, right? Your eyes are already inconvenient, so why are you in such a rush to return to Rang County? Why don't you take this opportunity to rest well? Do something you enjoy and give yourself a proper break?

"You keep that string in your heart pulled taut all day long without a moment of relaxation—is that really good for you?"

Yan Shang was stunned.

He looked at her sideways and whispered, "You... you really think this?"

Mu Wanyao stroked his cheek and tapped his lips gently. She promised him, "I truly mean it. It pains my heart to see you like this. I don't want you to always be working, always having everyone come to you the moment something goes wrong. When you were in Rang County, you were so busy you moved into the government office... I want you to rest properly. We will brew herbal soups every day to nourish your body properly.

"I want to raise you until you’re plump and healthy," she murmured, lost in the thought.

Yan Shang scoffed, "Nonsense again."

Mu Wanyao smiled.

Yan Shang whispered, "Is it wrong for me to be busy with official duties? Do you really think I’m holding on too tight? No one has ever told me that; only you always say so."

Mu Wanyao leaned her face against his cheek and said quietly, "Because they don't love you. Only I love you. Others see you as Yan Suchen; I see you as Yan Shang, my Brother Yan Er. Whatever I do, it is because I want what is best for you. You must try to understand me."

She started taking advantage of the moment to sing her own praises.

Yan Shang was both moved and angry.

After a long silence, he said softly, "I really don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to pay attention to you."

Mu Wanyao was exasperated. "Why are you still angry?!"

Yan Shang thought to himself, This is such a serious matter; if I forgive you just because of a few words, do I have any principles left?

She was truly willful and capable of anything. Yan Shang realized he had been too lenient with her, which made her act without restraint, believing that no matter what she did, he would forgive her.

And sadly, she was right.

Yan Shang knew he couldn't truly be angry with her, and he knew his heart was always easily softened by her. But this was wrong; this way, she would never realize that she needed to respect him. She stood high above, and now she could get whatever she wanted. However, there were some things in the world that could not be forced through power.

After a while, Yan Shang said calmly, "I want someone I trust to taste my food and water; I don't trust you anymore. If you don't allow this, I will never touch the food or drink you give me again."

Mu Wanyao sighed.

She rubbed her forehead. "Where am I supposed to find someone you trust to taste your food every day? We are on the road to Jinling. Even if I buy some random person for you, how do you know they aren't one of my people?"

Yan Shang turned his head and said, "Haven't you locked up Han Shuxing? I don't believe that if I was kidnapped by you, Han Shuxing would just sit by and do nothing."

Mu Wanyao: "..."

She cursed under her breath, reluctantly accepting that the man she had chosen was truly clever, possessing such judgment even when trapped. That meant she would have to be even more vigilant about Yan Shang contacting the outside world and escaping her grasp.

Yan Shang was helped by a small attendant to see the imprisoned Han Shuxing.

Han Shuxing was bound with ropes, a gag stuffed in his mouth, and tossed into a dark, dim room. He tried to struggle against the bindings, but the knots were tight, and his body was weak from the drugs he’d been forced to consume along the way; he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Just as Han Shuxing was despairing over how to escape, Brother Yan Er arrived.

Yan Shang had the attendant untie Han Shuxing and provided him with food. As Han Shuxing wolfed down the meal, he secretly assessed Yan Er-lang. He saw that Yan Shang looked clear-headed and calm, dressed in clean robes with a jade crown and a silver belt, his demeanor outstanding and elegant. He bore no external injuries from being tortured by the Princess.

Such a young man of gold and jade was different from the Yan Er-lang he knew during their flight, who often suffered due to his blindness, and even different from the Yan Er-lang in Rang County who buried himself in trivial paperwork all day long. Han Shuxing couldn't find the right words, but he felt that in this state, Yan Er-lang was just like those clean, handsome noble sons in Chang’an—fragrant, soft, and pristine.

After eating, Han Shuxing insisted on kicking the attendant accompanying Yan Er-lang out of the room. He grabbed Yan Shang’s hand and tried to pull him up.

Yan Shang was surprised, but he didn't plan to go with him, laughing helplessly. "What are you doing?"

Han Shuxing’s tone was tight. "Er-lang, the Princess is no good! I don't know what she told you to trick you, but I saw with my own eyes that you fell the moment you drank that cup of wine. When I chased after you, her guards really tried to kill me. That’s not all—they drugged me, leaving me with no strength all day... This is a sinister plot! I suspect the Princess wants to kill us both!"

Yan Shang: "..."

Yan Shang said softly, "Because you are a martial artist, she feared your strength would help me, so she drugged you to leave you weak and unable to carry me away. This is normal. I will talk to her about giving you smaller doses; it’s bad for your health. Don't think about escaping either. To say nothing of other things... Fang Tong’s martial arts are on par with yours. He alone could contend with you, let alone the other guards at her side.

"As things are, let us find peace in them. You are implicated because of me. From now on, stay by my side. I told her to let you taste my food and water just so I could rescue you from being imprisoned."

Listening to his gentle voice, still so logical, Han Shuxing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yan Er-lang’s mind was intact, Han Shuxing wasn't worried. Even though Han Shuxing was unwilling and felt they shouldn't just wait for death, he reluctantly agreed to Yan Shang’s request not to act recklessly or attempt to flee.

Han Shuxing asked in a low voice, "Why did the Princess capture you, Er-lang? I saw during our flight that her relationship with you wasn't that bad. How could she turn her face so quickly? You saved her life, after all; is this what you Da Wei people call 'returning evil for good'?"

Yan Shang felt a flash of anger and muttered to himself, "It is exactly 'returning evil for good'."

Han Shuxing frowned. "Then, since the Princess didn't capture you to kill you, what is her purpose?"

Yan Shang suddenly felt uneasy.

"It’s nothing important," he said. "You don't need to worry about it."

Han Shuxing stared at Yan Shang for a long moment. Although he didn't understand all the subtle expressions of Da Wei people, he was a grown man, and he had been with Yan Shang and Mu Wanyao for a long time. Seeing Yan Shang lower his head, his ears turning slightly red, a realization dawned on him. He remembered that night outside the temple when he saw the two of them kissing so passionately.

Han Shuxing frowned. "Does she want to sleep with you, Er-lang?"

Yan Shang was choked by his bluntness. When Han Shuxing helped him walk out the door, Yan Shang stumbled over the threshold.

Han Shuxing was already deeply worried. "A person of such high character as Er-lang, how can you end up in the Princess’s bed? How can the Princess insult Er-lang like this? Don't worry, Er-lang; with me here, I won't let her bully you."

Yan Shang: "..."

Yan Shang laughed helplessly. "Han Shuxing, I really should teach you more about Da Wei customs. Many things should not be said so... directly. And you don't need to protect me from being 'bullied'..."

Han Shuxing was astonished. "Does Er-lang want to be slept with by her?"

Yan Shang: "...What I mean is, I have my own plans! You don't need to interfere in the affairs between me and the Princess! You... starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to read."

Didn't Mu Wanyao want him to relax?

Since he had nothing he liked and nothing he wanted, he might as well teach Han Shuxing how to read and write—

The carriage continued its journey.

Inside the Princess’s carriage, the atmosphere was incredibly heavy; no one dared to breathe too loudly for fear of provoking the Princess.

This was only because Yan Er-lang lived up to his name—he was quite capable of pushing his luck without actually driving the Princess to her death.

Mu Wanyao had kidnapped Yan Shang to spend time alone with him along the way, to restore their relationship and, ideally, reignite their old spark—to return to the period when they were at their closest. That way, when she carried Yan Shang into the bridal chamber, he wouldn't be unwilling.

But Yan Shang insisted on teaching Han Shuxing how to read.

As a result, the carriage, which was spacious enough for just Mu Wanyao and Yan Shang, now felt cramped with Han Shuxing added to the mix. And that Han Shuxing was exceptionally oblivious; no matter how long a face Mu Wanyao pulled, he only kept his eyes fixed on Yan Shang.

Inside the archaic carriage, Mu Wanyao sat close to Yan Shang, ignoring his resistance, while Han Shuxing, big and tall, occupied the space. No matter how much Mu Wanyao complained, it was no use. Han Shuxing sat on the floor, took out a crumpled manual and a thick brush, and asked Yan Shang to teach him to read and write under the Princess’s glare.

And the man was hopelessly dense.

For a full hour, Mu Wanyao listened as Yan Shang taught a single line of poetry over and over again. Leaning against Yan Shang, she felt like she could have taken a nap and woken up before Han Shuxing had mastered such simple lines.

Mu Wanyao sighed. "You really are quite dull."

Han Shuxing, sitting on the floor, remained expressionless, completely indifferent to the Princess’s words.

Yan Shang turned his face to "look" at the lady who insisted on squeezing into the carriage with him in this sweltering heat. "How can you call someone dull to their face? Han Shuxing is a Wuman tribesman; the fact that he can learn the Da Wei language is already remarkable. He has only just begun to learn our characters, like a young child picking up a brush for the first time; it is normal to be clumsy at the start. Furthermore, Han Shuxing actually knows some simple characters; he is very capable.

"If you don't like listening to us, perhaps you should go ride in your own carriage."

Mu Wanyao said coldly, "I am not going down. I am going to sit with you, and I am going to keep my eyes on you."

Yan Shang sighed. "Don't you mind the heat?"

Mu Wanyao was playful; she tilted her head and kissed his jade-white neck, whispering softly, "This is the benefit."

Her voice was low, soft, and slightly hoarse. Being kissed so suddenly while Han Shuxing was right there made Yan Shang jump. His hands, gripping the wooden table, tightened instantly, and his body tensed up. Amidst his chaotic thoughts, he heard Mu Wanyao scolding Han Shuxing, "What are you looking at? Get back to your writing!"

Yan Shang nervously wondered if Han Shuxing had seen her kiss him. How could she, how could she... be so brazen!

Seeing the sweat on his neck, Mu Wanyao enthusiastically took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him. But he felt uncomfortable and kept turning his neck away. In front of Han Shuxing, Yan Shang didn't dare to struggle too much or make too big of a scene. With all this pushing and pulling, his neck was already turning red.

It was hard to imagine how strange this scene must look to Han Shuxing.

Han Shuxing coughed.

Mu Wanyao loved to play with Yan Shang—she would spend ages lying on him, playing with his hair, his fingernails, or the collar that tightly covered his collarbone. It was just this Han Shuxing... Just as Mu Wanyao was about to scold Han Shuxing for coughing for no reason, the carriage came to a stop, and Fang Tong announced from outside that they had reached their destination.

Yan Shang leaned against the carriage wall, startled. Even though he couldn't see, he had been mentally calculating the distance; regardless, based on their progress, they shouldn't have reached the post house until evening. How could they have reached their destination at noon?

Mu Wanyao kicked Han Shuxing, who was sitting on the floor, feeling extremely impatient. "We’re here, didn't you hear? Get out of the carriage! If Yan Shang and I get heatstroke from being crowded in here with you in this heat, it will be all your fault!"

Once Han Shuxing was driven out of the carriage, Mu Wanyao turned back to see Yan Shang tapping his fingers gently against the table. She always felt he was calculating something... Mu Wanyao leaned over, composed, and interrupted his thoughts by hooking her finger under his chin to kiss him.

Yan Shang pushed her away in horror. "...I told you I don't want to talk to you, yet you still do this!"

Mu Wanyao said sweetly, "What did I do? I’m just asking for a reward."

Yan Shang replied testily, "What reward? A reward for kidnapping me against my will?"

Mu Wanyao didn't care about the content of his words; his soft, gentle voice was enough to please her. She nuzzled against him for a while longer before helping him by holding his hand to lead him off the carriage.

Yan Shang was incredibly angry. Seeing how indifferent she was, he could only reach out and pull her back, fumbling to adjust her collar and fasten her sash, making her clothes look presentable again.

Mu Wanyao smiled, letting him do as he pleased, and only then did she support him and lead him off the carriage.

Standing by the carriage, Mu Wanyao pointed to the lush green fields ahead. "You can't see it now, so you naturally don't know we are standing in front of the crops. Everywhere is lush and green, and there are commoners working in the fields. You always said I didn't understand the hardships of the people; you even wanted to take me along to plow the fields back then, to get me closer to the people.

"We are close enough now. We can continue what we started."

Yan Shang was moved; the hand she held trembled slightly.

Mu Wanyao thought she had touched him, but his next words were rigid. "I am a blind man; how can I hold onto you? Can I even keep up with you?"

Mu Wanyao glared at him, choked by his cold, indifferent words. She was furious, but after glaring at him for a long time, she couldn't do a thing about him. Since he refused to give her any face, she pushed his hand away and walked into the fields by herself, lifting her skirts.

Yan Shang stood by the side of the road, listening to the sounds.

A moment later, he heard Fang Tong’s voice. "Er-lang, why be like this?"

Yan Shang hesitated for a moment and said, "It’s so hot. Guard Fang, you should follow her and see. She is not in good health, yet she keeps putting on a show in front of me."

Fang Tong was speechless at the two of them and had no choice but to take the guards into the fields. Meanwhile, Han Shuxing quietly crept up to Yan Shang and whispered, "Er-lang, they’ve all left; this is a perfect chance to escape. I’ve already checked the route and have been secretly hiding some medicine for a few days..."

Before Yan Shang could say anything, Han Shuxing used his light-footed martial arts to vault upward, pulling him onto the back of a horse. With a loud whinny, Mu Wanyao and the others in the fields turned around in astonishment to see a single horse galloping into the distance, leaving a trail of dust.

Yan Shang: "..."

An hour later, Han Shuxing was once again bound hand and foot and thrown back into the small dark room for confinement.

Yan Shang sat quietly. Mu Wanyao pushed the door open in a fit of rage and shouted, "You actually dared to escape! I trusted you, which is why I didn't bind you. Do I have to tie you up completely so you won't run away?"

Yan Shang raised his head, and after a moment, he said in a helpless, slow voice, "I did not intend to escape."

"I saw it with my own eyes," Mu Wanyao said. "Do you think I’m blind?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Shang said, "...Are you questioning my intelligence?"

Mu Wanyao: "..."

Yan Shang lowered his voice, his tone rather nuanced. "Even if I truly wanted to escape, why would I use such a method?"

Mu Wanyao raised an eyebrow.

She heard... a bit of disgust in Yan Shang’s words?

Oh my.

Was Yan Shang disgusted with Han Shuxing?

She chuckled, covering her mouth. She made up her mind; it seemed she would have to use a much stronger remedy.