My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 142, Reminiscence 9 – Acting Skills Must Be Cultivated from a Young Age

Even if he kills Wang Youdao now, he will probably have a hard time escaping from here later.

We should wait for a better time to discuss this.

Xie Yan sighed and coldly withdrew.

Wang Youdao, who was leaning against someone, suddenly tumbled to the ground with a "thud".

Just as he was about to open his eyes, still dazed from the fall, Xie Yan, quick as a flash, smashed a vase over his head.

Wang Youdao completely fainted.

Xie Yan stood on him, pondering a solution, and finally decided to take a nap first and deal with it when she woke up.

Day 2

Wang Youdao groggily opened his eyes, and the moment his hand touched his forehead, he was jolted awake by a sharp pain.

He reached out and touched it in disbelief, which made him gasp in shock.

Only then did he realize that a large lump had inexplicably swelled up on his forehead.

Wang Youdao endured the pain and looked around fiercely, only to see a figure lying peacefully asleep on his bed.

Just as he was about to call for help, the figure seemed to be startled awake and sprang up, shrinking to the corner of the bed to look at him.

Wang Youdao's shout caught in his throat.

In his line of sight, a disheveled boy with bruised and purple skin (Xie Yan pinched himself) looked over with fear.

"Ah, Ah Yu? What are you doing here?"

Under Wang Youdao's suspicious gaze, Xie Yan huddled in the corner and cautiously glanced at Wang Youdao.

"Don't, don't come here!"

The boy's voice trembled slightly, and he shrank back a few feet as he spoke, as if he were afraid that Wang Youdao would eat him up.

Wang Youdao shook his head, and in a daze, he took another deep breath.

His mind was in chaos, and he could only vaguely remember that he had indeed given orders yesterday to have Xie Yan brought over to serve him.

But apart from that, he had no other recollection of what happened after he entered the tent.

But now, seeing his own disheveled clothes and Xie Yan's current state, could it be that he has already...

Yesterday, I was so happy that I drank too much, but I never expected to get so drunk that I don't even remember what happened.

Did you fall off the bed yourself?

Wang Youdao frowned slightly, his doubts lingering.

However, Xie Yan's acting skills were simply too outstanding. Even though Wang Youdao had his doubts, he couldn't help but follow Xie Yan's lead and start to give himself some kind of self-suggestion.

Then he straightened his clothes, sneered, and finally revealed his true colors to Xie Yan, who was putting on a great show.

"Ayu, don't forget, you entered my household yesterday and are now mine."

"So whatever I do to you is perfectly legitimate, understand?"

Wang Youdao smiled with satisfaction, his gaze towards Xie Yan becoming even more unrestrained.

Xie Yan stared blankly at Wang Youdao's undisguised demeanor, her face turning pale. She let out a sob and buried herself in the blanket.

"Hmph, you can think about it yourself here."

"But you'd better not even think about running away if you don't want to die."

After Wang Youdao finished speaking, he changed his clothes and turned to leave without looking back.

The footsteps faded into the distance, but Xie Yan remained huddled in the blankets, motionless.

After a long while, the curtain was lifted from the outside again.

The footsteps that entered this time were very light, unlike the sound of a normal adult.

Sure enough, a clear voice rang out the next second—

"I advise you to face reality sooner rather than later. If you behave and listen to me, you'll suffer less in the future."

"After all, Wang Youdao is no pushover. He not only controls everything in Qingzhou, but also hides his true colors, pretending to be benevolent and righteous, deceiving countless people."

Seeing that Xie Yan did not respond, the footsteps drew closer.

"It's safe to say that once you fall into his hands, there's no way you can escape. And if he catches you... the torture methods he uses are beyond your imagination."

"If you obey, you might suffer less physical pain. If you disobey... hehe, then you'll be worse off dead."

The person's voice sounded young, but the words they spoke were unusually cold. It was unclear what they had been through; they had completely lost the innocence a child should have.

But no matter what he said, Xie Yan remained huddled under the covers, never raising her head to respond.

The newcomer frowned, pursed his dry lips, and suddenly became angry and embarrassed.

"Speak up, are you dead?"

He stepped forward and gave her a push, but unexpectedly, he pushed Xie Yan against the wall and onto the bed.

The boy stared intently at the person on the bed, his lips twitching: ...So he wasn't dead, he just fell into a deep sleep.

...Wait a minute, what normal person could sleep so soundly after experiencing something like this? They're even drooling.

"Huh? What?"

Under the boy's speechless, choked gaze, the person on the bed finally slowly woke up.

Xie Yan wiped away her drool, rubbed her eyes, and her voice was still a little hoarse and nasal.

Were you just talking to me?

The person before him was the same boy who had given him a pitying look when he passed by the camp yesterday.

The air seemed to freeze.

Xie Yan looked at the boy, whose face was unusually pale, tilted her head, and kindly said, "Why don't you say it again? I was a little distracted and didn't hear you clearly."

juvenile:"……"

He didn't understand why Wang Youdao had asked him to persuade this newcomer.

He couldn't see a trace of "I can't believe this happened to me, I don't want to live anymore, I want to die" on the man's face.

Or is it that this person, like the child from yesterday, is actually mentally challenged?

The boy choked up, unsure whether to repeat what he had just said or simply walk away.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Are you out of your mind?"

Xie Yan: "..."

During the silence between the two, the young man looked Xie Yan up and down again.

This time, we quickly noticed some clues about him.

"Wait, you...you weren't...?!"

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, but before he could utter a word, his mouth was covered.

To his astonishment, the person who had leaned forward and covered his mouth smiled and gestured for him to be quiet.

At the same time, a shard of porcelain was firmly pressed against his throat.

"Shhh."

"Can we speak in a lower voice?"

The force coming from his neck was clearly no joke.

I fear that if he refuses, blood will be spilled on the spot.

As the two locked eyes, the boy shivered and nodded stiffly.