What To Do if You’re the Villain and the Heroine Likes You

—It was late eleventh hour, close to nine o’clock in the evening.

He Yunxiao ate and drank enough to walk out of Linxuan Palace.

On his hands, the residual warmth of Nanzhu’s wife still remained.

He Yunxiao had gained a lot today. Not only did he find the Cheat code to raise Ziruo’s favorability level, but he also managed to confess his identity to Nanzhu’s wife.

He had confessed, but not completely.

When he thought about confessing his identity, He Yunxiao had nowhere to vent his anger.

This guy, Li Jin, what is he doing, pretending to be me?

The most outrageous thing was that Nanzhu’s wife did not suspect that Li Jin was impersonating He Yunxiao. He was the number one dude in Yinjing City, “full of evil” and “handsome”, as promised?

But does Li Jin’s appearance bear any resemblance to the word “handsome”?

This may have something to do with Nanzhu’s willingness to trust people. When she had lied to her, she did not suspect anything.

But He Yunxiao would never blame Nanzhu’s wife, and Li Jin was definitely to blame for this.

With Li Jin taking over the identity of “He Yunxiao” in advance, no matter how He Yunxiao explained, Nanzhu’s wife was still half-trusting. It was also her fault for trusting him too much.

In the end, when it was getting late, He Yunxiao had no choice but to say, “I’ll bring Li Jin over tomorrow so that he can identify himself.”

That was the end of the matter.

The coachman waited for He Yunxiao at the palace gate, as was his habit.

When he saw He Yunxiao coming out, he said thoughtfully, “Young master, the academy, the Spring Wind House, or the small courtyard by the river?”

He Yunxiao said speechlessly, “Can we go home?”

The coachman said, “Then shall we go home?”

He Yunxiao laughed and said, “No. We’re not going back. Let’s go to the Spring Breeze Mansion.”

I hadn’t seen her for two days, so I really missed her. Besides, he had to discuss the matter of redemption with her. Even if I can’t marry her explicitly because of my status, I can at least let Sister Jiang live happily in the Marquis Mansion without worrying about food or clothing.

With this in mind, He Yunxiao lowered the curtain of the carriage and let it drive slowly and leisurely towards the Spring Wind Mansion.

……

The owner of the Spring Breeze Mansion is indeed a person of great importance, and the fact that he can train a flower girl of Jiang Wuyou’s level and has the means to buy Du Yinyun from the Department of Education shows that he is very powerful. But because of this, he is often not seen at all, and is generally a hands-off person.

In the absence of the owner, Jiang Wuyou, who is the highest in strength, fame and seniority, is at the helm of the Spring Wind Mansion.

This is on the surface.

Secretly, half of the girls in the Spring Breeze Mansion are Yan’s spies, and Jiang Wuyou is the head of Yan’s secret agents in Yinjing.

In fact, Jiang Wuyou herself had never met the owner of the building.

When she was picked out from the orphanage of the owner of Spring Breeze Mansion, she was immediately assigned the status of special envoy and sent to Yinjing to take charge of Yan’s spy network.

And so it went on for many years.

Today, a special guest walked into Jiang Wuyou’s room.

A third-ranking official of the Great Qi court, the Secretary of the Honglu Temple in charge of foreign affairs, Lu Liang.

In Yinjing’s court structure, Lu Liang and the Honglu Temple he represents have always been under the command of Prime Minister Han Wenxin.

With his third-ranking official position and the power of the Honglu Temple, he did not have to bow and kneel even in the face of Han Wenxin.

However, when this dignified Secretary of the Honglu Temple entered Jiang Wuyou’s boudoir, before the door was even closed, he couldn’t wait to kneel down to Jiang Wuyou with a big salute.

He said with an incomparably respectful expression, “Your humble servant pays homage to the envoy, seeing the envoy is like seeing my emperor. Long live my emperor! Long live Great Yan!”

Jiang Wuyou sat in a chair at the table, her face surprisingly calm. Obviously she had seen this kind of situation a lot.

“Where is the border map?” Jiang Wuyou said bluntly.

Lu Liang pulled out an envelope from his arms, knelt down on both knees, presented it with both hands, and handed it to Jiang Wuyou.

Jiang Wuyou did not rush to take it, but first asked, “How sure are you.”

“The subordinate served under Han Wenxin and spent the whole day with the military generals, this information is an accumulation of the information I have spied out day in and day out during these three years. The subordinate estimates that there is a 70% certainty.”

Jiang Wuyou took off the envelope and said, “The emperor has asked you to turn against Han and join Meng. Keep an eye on the Meng clan’s movements in the imperial court. If there is any movement, send someone to report it. If not necessary, do not come in person.”

Lu Liang bowed and obeyed the order.

Jiang Wuyou said, “Go down and stay in another room for the night. Go back in the morning.”

Lu Liang said, “Yes,” and bowed and left the room.

Jiang Wuyou waited for him to leave and sighed, then rubbed her face and said to herself, “A group of people are kneeling and worshipping me as the Emperor of Yan, what would happen if they knew that I, the envoy, had never even met the Emperor?”

Jiang Wuyou didn’t think too much about it.

Her job was simple: to deliver a message to the Emperor of Yan, and to gather information from Yan’s secret agents in Yinjing and send it back to Yan.

The word “special envoy” may seem like a prestigious title, but in fact it has no great power, and is only a puppet placed by the Yan Emperor in Yinjing.

In terms of the country’s strength, Qi is strong and Yan is weak, so Yan has put a lot of effort into building a network of secret spies in order to overcome the weak with the stronger. Today, Jiang Wuyou has received three copies of the “Qi border map” alone.

She opened the latest one and spread it out on the table, comparing it with the previous one.

She had to select the areas that matched each other, write them down on paper with a fine brush, and send them out first as expedited copies. The remainder of the original, which included various versions of the “detailed” border layout, was copied in triplicate and brought back to Yan by the various spies who had returned to Yan as a delayed copy.

In modern times, this would have been a matter of mail. But in ancient times, when there was no sufficient access to information, it was very troublesome.

Jiang Wuyou opened the envelope, took out a brush and ink, and was about to write. Suddenly, she heard He Yunxiao’s voice coming from outside.

“Uncle Lu? You’re still old and strong at your age.”

“Brat doesn’t learn. Do you believe I’ll go to He Yuanhao’s to sue.”

“No! Uncle, let’s pretend we’ve never met!”

Jiang Wuyou heard He Yunxiao’s voice and took another look at the Qi border map she was holding. Looking around, there was no place to hide for a while.

Hearing He Yunxiao’s footsteps getting closer, Jiang Wuyou gritted her teeth and had no choice but to hide the envelope in her arms first.

Almost as soon as she had hidden it, He Yunxiao pushed the door open and came in.

He Yunxiao was a little surprised to see that Sister Jiang was fully clothed.

Normally, at this time of the day, Sister Jiang would have been in her pajamas and had gone to her room to lie down.

He smiled and said, “Sister is not wearing that pyjamas, did you know I was coming?”

Although she had only just hidden the letter on her body, Jiang Wuyou said, half-heartedly, “If I had known you were coming, I would have worn pajamas.”

He Yunxiao’s eyes lit up and he exclaimed, “It’s still sister who understands me.”

He didn’t even bother to be polite to Sister Jiang, so he walked over to her and moved a stool and sat down next to her.

The stools were naturally extremely close together.

This made it convenient for He Yunxiao to hug Jiang like a sloth.

Originally, this level of intimacy was within Jiang Wuyou’s acceptable range. Of course, only He Yunxiao could. No one else could.

But now, with the envelope hidden in his arms, Jiang Wuyou didn’t dare let He Yunxiao hug him like this.

There was no harm in simply hugging, but this bad boy, whose hands and feet were never honest, would not be able to explain himself in case he found an envelope.

“Yunxiao, let go of me.”

He Yunxiao:?

Jiang Wuyou looked at the pen and ink laid out on the table and immediately said in a rush, “Yunxiao, will you teach me how to write poetry?”

He Yunxiao:?

He Yunxiao double-checked Sister Jiang’s, a whopping 93 favorability level towards himself.

Then only then was he puzzled in a million ways.

He thought it was because his favorability rating had decreased, so she had become angry with him. But to his surprise, it hadn’t decreased, so why was she suddenly so unfriendly?

And writing poems?

My sister Jiang should be an old driver who doesn’t like to write poetry, she likes to write wet!