Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 243 Mu Yan, You Have No Shame!

Xie Yu looked at Zhan Lan, his eyes growing icy, "I lost, just kill me!"

"Death is the simplest solution." Zhan Lan said indifferently and continued, "For the last time, who sent you?"

Xie Yu knew Zhan Lan’s bottom line; if he did not tell the truth, he would soon be facing torture, and she would definitely follow through.

Xie Yu raised his gaze, "This matter has nothing to do with anyone else, it’s just that Main General Bai Qi once promised me his position, but before he died, he chose you!"

Zhan Lan looked at him, threateningly said, "I believe what you said, but not entirely. Your childhood sweetheart is now in Ding’an City, right? I could have her married off to someone else early. How about that?"

Hearing Zhan Lan’s words, Xie Yu glared at her furiously, "Your heart is truly as venomous as a scorpion!"

Zhan Lan laughed, "Yes, venomous as a snake or scorpion, otherwise you would have killed me already."

The reason Xie Yu is making his move now is because she never gave him a chance.

Xie Yu, like Si Jun back then, was disingenuous, and Zhan Lan, sensing something off about him, secretly investigated him.

Xie Yu had a childhood sweetheart he always liked, but her parents thought little of Xie Yu’s family background and looked down on him.

Thus, Xie Yu had always been aspiring for the position of Main General, but then Zhan Lan appeared.

In his previous life, Xie Yu died in battle alongside Bai Qi, but in this life, he has lived till now. Zhan Lan believed someone must have promised him something important, so he did not follow Bai Qi to his death.

Human hearts are fickle, and she feared that temptation was too significant for him.

Moments later, Xie Yu finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and looked at Zhan Lan,"The person is very noble. She wished that after I have used you to my full advantage, to kill you. She promised me to be with her afterward. My death is not a pity, but I hope you do not force her to marry."

Several Deputy Generals were present, and they all heard that someone wanted to kill Zhan Lan.

The identity of the mastermind behind the scenes was indeed noble, so they all withdrew from the tent to allow Xie Yu to inform Zhan Lan.

Xie Yu looked towards Zhan Lan, "It’s the Princess."

Zhan Lan smiled faintly, and Dugu Yan came in, saying beside Zhan Lan, "Those two men, one did not confess and committed suicide by poisoning, the other confessed, saying the person behind the scenes is the Princess."

Zhan Lan understood, "Dugu Yan, keep an eye on him."

"Yes!"

Zhan Lan’s eyes were dark as she exited the tent.

She had Qiuyue keep an eye on Zhan Xuerou, and she made sure to periodically check in with Qiuyue. Zhan Xuerou would visit the Princess every fortnight.

This matter was certainly not the Princess’s doing alone; Zhan Xuerou must have been egging her on.

Zhan Xuerou is now engaged to Si Jun.

Zhan Lan sneered, the engagement is good, the real drama is just beginning!

Zhan Lan returned to her tent, pushed open the door, and saw Mu Yan resting on her bed, one hand supporting his forehead.

When Zhan Lan came in, he woke up, and with hands behind his back, he slowly got out of bed.

As Mu Yan approached her, a bundle of multicolored wildflowers, carrying a wafting fragrance, hit her face.

"Did you pick these?" Zhan Lan asked with a smile.

Mu Yan nodded, "Yesterday was too rushed, when we reach Ding’an City I will make up for your birthday again."

Zhan Lan looked down and smelled the flowers, said softly, "No need, I don’t even know your birthday."

Mu Yan said with a smile, "I don’t like celebrating my birthday."

Every time he thought about being eight years older than Zhan Lan, he felt quite depressed.

What would Zhan Lan do if he passed away first when they grew old?

"You must at least tell me the date, so I feel a bit better carrying it in my heart," Zhan Lan said, raising an eyebrow.

"The first day of the twelfth lunar month," Mu Yan replied with a bright smile.

Zhan Lan chuckled, "I’m more comfortable with mine, being born in the summer. No matter what, it’s always warm. You were born in winter, it must have been tough for you when you were little..."

Mu Yan stroked her hair and looked down at her intently, his eyes bright and shining, "Then let’s plan for our future children to be born in the summer."

Zhan Lan, both ashamed and annoyed, threw a punch at Mu Yan’s chest, "Stop talking nonsense."

With a shallow smile, Mu Yan caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, his mouth whispering by her ear, "Who knows, if we got married in a couple of months and with ten months of pregnancy, the baby would be born right in the summer..."

His warm and magnetic voice made Zhan Lan’s ears and neck tingle with a mix of numbness and ticklishness. She pushed Mu Yan away, "You’re not being serious."

"Do you like it then?" Mu Yan pressed step by step until Zhan Lan was backed into a corner of the table.

Zhan Lan braced herself against the table, too shy to look at him until Mu Yan leaned his body down over her.

In these past two years, his little girl had fully blossomed, like a budding flower that irresistibly charmed all.

His left hand cradled Zhan Lan’s head from behind, and just as his lips were about to touch hers, Zhan Lan covered her lips with her hand.

Suddenly, she felt a pain on the right side of her neck. Mu Yan had tilted his head to pull open her collar, kissing and nibbling at her neck.

Zhan Lan’s neck tingled pleasantly, and her body softened.

A moment later, Mu Yan said with his head nestled in her shoulder, "Leaving a mark so you won’t forget me."

Zhan Lan’s heartbeat quickened, and her cheeks and ears turned red.

Mu Yan let go of her, the desire in his eyes receding, making them clear again, "What’s wrong? Your face is so red. I didn’t even kiss you, did I?"

"Could it be that you have other ideas about me..." Mu Yan bent down deliberately, sliding a fingertip across Zhan Lan’s neck.

"Mu Yan, you’re shameless!" Zhan Lan was driven mad by his rogue behavior. Clearly, he was the shameless one, yet he tried to smear her.

Seeing her puffing up in a huff without any outlet, Mu Yan couldn’t help but be amused, with a slight grievance on the corner of his lips, "Ah, someone’s craving my body but won’t admit it."

Zhan Lan took another swing at him, Mu Yan stepping back, Zhan Lan in pursuit, Mu Yan’s leg weakening and collapsing onto the bed, pulling Zhan Lan down with him.

Zhan Lan ended up on top of Mu Yan, her voice urgent, "If you keep this up, I’ll..."

"You’ll what... eat me?" Mu Yan simply tore open his collar, spread his arms wide, closed his eyes, and made a gesture of being at her mercy, "Come on, have your way with me."

"Have my way with you, just wait, I’ll do just that!" Zhan Lan saw his hands raised, grabbed his belt, and tied his hands up.

With his hands tied by the belt, Mu Yan watched Zhan Lan hop off the bed, pick up a writing brush, dip it in ink, revealing a sly smile.

Mu Yan started to panic, hastily sitting up.

But Zhan Lan rushed over, straddled him, and brandished the brush in front of him, "Lord Mu, would you like me to draw a turtle on that handsome face of yours?"

"Zhan Lan... don’t!" Mu Yan started to dodge, his neck twisting back, but Zhan Lan, finding it rare to see Mu Yan in such a fluster, moved the brush to paint on his face.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door of the tent in fatigue, and upon seeing the scene before them, all three were stunned.