Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 271: Your Majesty the Empress, let your humble servant serve you, would that be alright...

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Your Majesty the Empress, let your humble servant serve you, would that be alright...

Zhan Lan’s eyes lit up when she heard that Yu Jinchan had been found, looking towards Vermilion Bird.

Vermilion Bird approached a bit and whispered, "Madam, he might have realized something half a month ago and left Ding’an City. Our men have found his whereabouts and estimate that he can be captured and brought back within three days."

Mu Yan looked at Vermilion Bird and said, "You personally escort him back, be quick, and don’t let any mishaps occur."

Zhan Lan only reacted after a while upon hearing this good news, realizing what Vermilion Bird had called her.

"Thank you." Zhan Lan nodded at Vermilion Bird.

Vermilion Bird smiled and said, "Madam, you are too polite. I will set off now."

After finishing his words, he mounted his horse and, with a dozen Hidden Guards, headed towards the city gate.

The corners of Mu Yan’s lips slightly curved up, he was very pleased with Vermilion Bird addressing him as Madam.

Zhan Lan looked at the Little Heye on the ground and suddenly remembered what Little Heye had said, so she asked, "Little Heye, you said your grandfather disappeared half a month ago. What is your grandfather’s name?"

Little Heye fearfully said, "My grandfather is named Yu Chan."

Zhan Lan’s pupils dilated; the name Yu Chan sounded very similar to Yu Jinchan. She continued to ask, "Was your grandfather ever a doctor?"

"Yes, sister, how did you know?" Little Heye looked at Zhan Lan, her eyes widened a bit.

Zhan Lan’s breathing quickened slightly, Mu Yan held her somewhat nervous hand, and Zhan Lan then asked, "Does your grandfather only have one hand?"

"Yes, sister!" Little Heye was confused, looking at Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan and Mu Yan exchanged glances, both smiled at each other, the young girl in front of them must be Yu Jinchan’s granddaughter!

Mu Yan looked at the thief kneeling on the ground shaking and said, "Will you steal money again?"

Several teenagers frantically shook their heads with eyes filled with terror; they had heard of the Regent King’s ruthlessness and his merciless killings.

They had stolen the Regent King’s purse, what good outcome could they possibly have!

Mu Yan said coldly, "Wash up and go to Wangjiang Building tomorrow, there are menial tasks there, stay if you work hard, otherwise leave!"

Zhan Lan looked at his cold face and thought to herself: Mu Yan’s kindness is unlike others’.

She seemed to see Mu Yan from his past life; his tenderness was like this. He always used the harshest words, kindly reminding others.

He had strong empathy, possibly seeing these homeless children made him think of his own childhood.

As Zhan Lan was feeling grateful that Mu Yan was a good person, Mu Yan coldly looked at the few teenagers and dropped a sentence, "If you steal again, this king will chop off your hands, get lost!"

Zhan Lan smiled helplessly, Mu Yan was such an interesting person.

Several teenagers excitedly looked at Mu Yan, and even Little Heye was astonished, how could there be such a clean and radiant looking brother.

"Little Heye, come here." Zhan Lan beckoned with her fingers.

Little Heye stood up and saluted Zhan Lan, "Sister, I dare not anymore."

Zhan Lan looked at her and said, "Sister needs to ask your grandfather to treat a patient, the reward is generous. Would you stay at home and wait for your grandfather to return?"

Little Heye was so excited that she wanted to grasp Zhan Lan’s hand, but remembering her dirty appearance, she restrained her emotions and asked, "Is it true, sister?"

Zhan Lan nodded, "Of course it’s true!"

"This is the deposit." Zhan Lan took out a piece of Silver and handed it to Little Heye.

Little Heye gratefully said, "Sister, I can’t take your Silver."

Zhan Lan pushed it into her hand, "Take it, and when you and your grandfather earn money, you can pay me back."

Mu Yan’s lips curled up into a smile, his Lan’er usually doesn’t lie, and when she does, she does it with a thick face, calm and composed, clearly coaxing Little Heye to stay at home and not run around, waiting for Yu Jinchan to take the bait.

Little Heye accepted the Silver with tears and said, "Thank you, sister!"

After everything was arranged, Zhan Lan and Mu Yan sat in the carriage, Mu Yan said, "Little Heye’s home has already been assigned Hidden Guards, rest assured."

Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan and smiled brightly, that was their tacit understanding, even if she wouldn’t do it, Mu Yan would take the initiative to do it for her.

"Additionally, at the gate of Ding’an City, there are Hidden Guards who have seen Yu Jinchan and are investigating," Mu Yan added.

Zhan Lan tilted her head and looked at him, laughing, "Mu Yan, why are you so good-looking?"

A proud smile appeared on Mu Yan’s handsome face, he gently pinched Zhan Lan’s cheek and said, "That sounds better than your thanks."

The two exchanged smiles, basking in the spring breeze.

They returned home together, Mu Yan took her hand and led her upstairs.

When they reached Mu Yan’s room, a servant poured tea for Zhan Lan, who sat there watching Mu Yan take out paper, ink, brush, and ink stone, and beckoned her with a gesture of his finger.

Zhan Lan watched him write on exquisite red rice paper.

"Blessed mandarins, phoenixes harmonize, a century of good union, zither friends, an immortal couple, Guansui’s joyful wishes, a perfect pair daily matched."

Zhan Lan marveled, Mu Yan’s calligraphy flowed like clouds and water, vigorous and powerful, with every stroke bringing about a gust of wind, drops forming lotuses, from afar majestic as a three-thousand-foot waterfall, close-up well-proportioned like fish playing in a lotus pond - lively and quiet.

Zhan Lan rested her chin on her hand, watching Mu Yan’s every stroke, as if watching a sword dance.

She looked at these words with admiration, thinking to herself: Mu Yan must really be a master of the arts!

Mu Yan noticed Zhan Lan gazing at him, raised his eyes to her, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Zhan Lan nodded, "It’s beautiful."

Mu Yan’s gaze turned to the rice paper, "Are you talking about it or me?"

Zhan Lan laughed, "Both are beautiful."

"I’ll grind the ink." Zhan Lan stood up and went to Mu Yan’s side, grinding ink on the ink stone.

"Is this a wedding invitation?" Zhan Lan asked.

Mu Yan smiled with a hint of laughter and nodded.

Zhan Lan looked at his sharp, well-defined side profile, surprised to see Mu Yan doing these things himself.

It really wasn’t his style.

"How many copies do we need to write? I hope it’s not too tiring for you," Zhan Lan looked at him sideways.

As he wrote, Mu Yan spoke, "Not too many, just for your masters and your friends."

Zhan Lan saw Mu Yan write the name Zhang Zhao, a warm feeling surging in her heart.

Mu Yan saw her standing, put down the brush, and pulled Zhan Lan into his arms. Zhan Lan sat on his lap, hearing his voice in her ear, "No wonder with a beauty before him, the king shirks his early court duties."

A tingling sensation spread across Zhan Lan’s neck, she looked at Mu Yan and asked, "So am I a disastrous femme fatal?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Mu Yan chuckled, playfully saying, "You could also be an empress, and I would be your devoted subject."

Zhan Lan snorted, "I sure wouldn’t want to be a negligent ruler."

Mu Yan’s fingers caressed her neck, his eyes growing deeper, and in her ear, he tempted, "Empress, shall I, your humble servant, serve you..."