Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 399: My subordinates are truly formidable, I am impressed!

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: My subordinates are truly formidable, I am impressed!

Zhan Lan glanced at Xiao Chen, who was calmly staring at his wine cup as if nothing had happened.

She shot Mu Yan a look, muttering in her heart, "Do you think Xiao Chen doesn’t understand what you’re talking about?"

Or maybe Xiao Chen really doesn’t understand!

After all, he’s not married yet. He might even assume Mu Yan was busy with state affairs last night.

Zhan Beicang returned, hugging a wine jar. Zhan Lan quickly said, "Father, Mu Yan isn’t feeling well. We’re leaving now!"

Her ears turned red as she grabbed Mu Yan and hurried outside.

Halfway there, Mu Yan, in great spirits, quickened his pace and walked ahead of her.

Turning back, Mu Yan glanced at Zhan Lan, looking refreshed. He teased, "Wife, are you too tired from last night? Why are you walking so slowly?"

Zhan Lan, panting slightly, said, "Mu Yan... are you doing this on purpose?"

Mu Yan approached her, and Zhan Lan’s feet left the ground as he swept her up into his arms.

His gaze was gentle and affectionate. "Wife, you need to work on your stamina. Otherwise, how will you manage three days and three nights?"

Zhan Lan’s face flushed crimson at his teasing. She smacked his chest and said, "I’m done betting with you! That Xue Lingling, such a lovely girl, might not even fit in with Vermilion Bird. Let’s stop matchmaking them randomly."

Carrying her into the carriage, Mu Yan cradled her in his arms and said, "Why don’t we go check out Vermilion Bird Courtyard?"

"I haven’t seen Commander Zhu in days. I actually kind of miss him!"

Zhan Lan raised an eyebrow. "Vermilion Bird is probably cursing you in his heart!"

"Does he dare?" Mu Yan said proudly.

Mu Yan knew Vermilion Bird well enough. Even if he cursed, he’d only dare to think it silently.

...

Regent Prince Mansion.

In Vermilion Bird’s courtyard, as Vermilion Bird passed by Xue Lingling’s room, he noticed her candlelight was still on.

These past two days, Xue Lingling hadn’t caused any trouble. She had been focused on crafting poisons, creating zero disturbances for him.

Since Xue Lingling stopped making trouble, Vermilion Bird had been unusually idle, spending his days practicing martial arts and reading storybooks to pass the time.

He let out a long sigh in the courtyard, thinking to himself, "This is so boring!"

Suddenly, Vermilion Bird noticed something resembling an earthen jar by Xue Lingling’s door.

He thought to himself: That girl Xue Lingling—the only organized part of her life is her poison lab. Her bedroom, on the other hand, is pure chaos, littered with random things. Clothes are tossed on chairs and couches, and she never bothers to fold up her quilts.

Staring at the jar on the ground, Vermilion Bird thought, "What if she trips when she walks out?"

Immediately, Vermilion Bird moved the jar. Who would have thought that as he shifted it, the jar’s lid loosened slightly?

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. A small insect had burrowed into his vein.

Xue Lingling seemed to hear the sound of someone moving the jar. She rushed out in a panic, shouting, "Don’t touch that!"

Seeing Vermilion Bird staring at the back of his hand, she instantly grabbed it. Her soft lips pressed against his hand as she sucked deeply.

Vermilion Bird quickly pulled his hand back and said, "What are you doing?!"

"The Brain-eating Poisonous Insect has entered your body. If it’s not sucked out, you’ll begin losing your memory in seven days!"

Vermilion Bird immediately held his hand out in horror and said, "Quick, suck it out!"

"I can’t see clearly here. Let’s head inside!" Xue Lingling grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house.

Fixing her gaze firmly on the veins in Vermilion Bird’s hand, she scolded, "Why on earth were you touching that jar? I was letting the poisonous insect get some air!"

The poisonous insect she had carefully kept in a bell for ten years had just entered Vermilion Bird’s body.

If she didn’t use this specific method to extract the insect, she would have to kill it with powder. But she couldn’t bear to!

Vermilion Bird, exasperated, said, "And yet you’re blaming me!"

Suddenly, Xue Lingling noticed the insect moving. She brought a finger to her lips, signaling Vermilion Bird to keep quiet.

Vermilion Bird didn’t dare move, allowing Xue Lingling to do as she pleased.

Biting her tongue tip, Xue Lingling lowered her lips to the veins on his hand and began sucking. Meanwhile, she closely observed the insect’s movements.

Her blood could stimulate the insect to gradually come out.

The soft, moist sensation on the back of his hand made Vermilion Bird’s face flush bright red.

Xue Lingling’s lips were particularly soft, and her tongue moved along his hand, creating a feeling that was ticklish, painful, and strangely numbing—a mix that caused heat to rise in his body.

Vermilion Bird’s voice came out hoarse. "Maybe... I should do it myself..."

"Don’t move! You can’t suck it out yourself!" Xue Lingling pressed down on Vermilion Bird’s restless hand.

Vermilion Bird’s body grew hotter, his throat dry, and the unfamiliar sensations made his face turn even redder.

As someone trained as a Hidden Guard, his self-discipline was unparalleled.

But Vermilion Bird began to suspect something. Perhaps his master had been giving him too many strengthening supplements? Otherwise, why would he have such thoughts?

"Xue Lingling... is there another way?" Vermilion Bird stammered, his voice breaking intermittently.

With her lips still on the back of his hand, Xue Lingling looked up at him, her watery eyes meeting his. "Hold on for a bit. There’s no other method."

"Hurry up, use more force, it’s fine..." Vermilion Bird lowered his gaze and accidentally saw down her collar, quickly turning his head to avoid looking at her.

"Alright, an hour. I promise we can get it out." Xue Lingling assured him.

Vermilion Bird closed his eyes. But the more he shut them, the more acutely he felt the sensations on his hand, driving him to cover his forehead in distress.

Outside, Zhan Lan and Mu Yan, eavesdropping against the wall, listened to the conversation inside. Zhan Lan frowned, while Mu Yan’s ears turned red.

A certain thought popped into Mu Yan’s mind. He grabbed Zhan Lan’s hand and quietly led her away.

Leaving Vermilion Bird’s courtyard, Zhan Lan frowned and said, "What are those two doing? Why does it sound so strange?"

Zhan Lan could tell Vermilion Bird’s voice sounded repressed—the kind of voice stirred by deep emotions!

Mu Yan thought to himself, "Vermilion Bird must’ve read one too many steamy storybooks. He’s picked up quite a few tricks already!"

How had it not been that long, yet Vermilion Bird and Xue Lingling had reached this stage? Mu Yan, his ears red, glanced at Zhan Lan. He hadn’t even had the chance to try it himself!

Swallowing hard, Mu Yan pulled her hand and led her back to their room.

His eyes burned with intensity as he asked, "Wife, do you really want to know what they’re doing?"

Zhan Lan nodded. Mu Yan pulled out a wedding-night "Spring Palace" scroll and opened it to the last page. "Like this."

Zhan Lan glanced at it. Coupled with Vermilion Bird and Xue Lingling’s conversation, her face flushed bright red as she quickly closed the scroll.

Mu Yan watched her blushing face and leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Want to try?"

Zhan Lan shoved him away, snapping, "Try your head!"

Mu Yan’s lips curled into a devilish smile. "If not, then not. If my wife doesn’t wish to, we won’t. But I must admit, my subordinate is impressive—I admit defeat!"

...

Meanwhile, the back of Vermilion Bird’s hand had already turned red from all the suction.

Finally, after an hour, the poisonous insect emerged, and Xue Lingling quickly captured it back into the bell. Her mouth and cheeks felt numb beyond belief.

But Vermilion Bird wasn’t much better off, his face as red as a cooked shrimp from the sheer humiliation.

Planting her hands on her hips, Xue Lingling said, "Little Vermilion Bird, you’re not allowed to touch my jar again. Or else I’ll be mad. Hmph, even if you buy me snacks, I won’t forgive you. Ugh, my tongue hurts so bad!"

Vermilion Bird glared at her carefree demeanor, stormed out the door in a huff, and left.

He needed to find his master. Ever since he met Xue Lingling, his luck had only gone downhill!

If he stayed any longer, he was going to lose his mind!