After the Crybaby Married the Disabled Villain - Chapter 6

Pitiful, weeping, gently smiling, smirking… there were about eight or nine “Little Lu Shiyans” scattered across the two sheets of paper.

“Is this also me that Little Yu has drawn?”

When Lu Shiyan asked this, his expression was an exact replica of the smirking “Little Lu Shiyan” on the paper. An Yu’s eyes darted around guiltily, yet he couldn’t formulate a single word of rebuttal. There was no other reason than the fact that beneath every Little Lu Shiyan, a wheelchair had been drawn.

An Yu tilted his face up and reached out to snatch the drawings from Lu Shiyan’s hand. “Just some idle sketches; Your Highness should just take a casual look.”

Just as he was about to grab them, Lu Shiyan dodged with a wave of his hand. Then, the man spoke:

“Little Yu gave me the drawing from earlier; why not give me these two as well?”

The youth was so choked up he couldn’t say a word. Finally, he plopped down onto his chair and gave up entirely. “How can they be the same? The earlier one displayed my superior skill; these damage my image as a mature person!”

The air froze for two seconds, followed by the man’s uncontrollable laughter: “Hahahaha!”

Even when Lu Shiyan laughed, he was incredibly gentle. His laughter was bright and pleasant to the ear, making him sound like a dashing gentleman.

“Your Highness!”

“But I have already seen them. Would Little Yu be so kind as to give them to me for my collection?”

“Then… I’m going to deliver the rehabilitation diagrams now!”

An Yu couldn’t possibly let anyone else deliver them now; he was desperate to leave that room. He never expected that the seemingly weak and delicate Crown Prince would have such a mischievous streak.

An Yu left in such a fluster that he realized only after stepping out that he had no idea where Yun Liang lived. He turned to see the two guards standing diligently at the door.

“Please deliver these to Doctor Yun for me. I’d appreciate it!”

“Yes, Young Master.”

An Yu handed the thick stack of drawings to the guard and wandered back to his own courtyard.

For the next two or three days, An Yu did not meet with Lu Shiyan. Initially, it was because of the “chibi” incident; he felt it would be awkward to see him. Once the awkward period passed, he kept seeing various generals coming and going within the manor. Realizing Lu Shiyan must be very busy, he decided not to disturb him.

“Better to be busy; this is the time to focus on his career,” An Yu thought to himself as he strolled through the garden.

“This subordinate greets the Crown Princess.”

A burly man approached, wearing the armor An Yu had seen frequently lately.

“General, please rise. Are you looking for His Highness?” An Yu still wasn’t quite used to the ancient etiquette of kneeling at every turn.

“This subordinate has a matter he wish to ask the Crown Princess for help with.”

The man did not stand up, maintaining a posture of one knee on the ground with hands clasped. His voice was rough and hearty, showing a casual, unrestrained manner. He looked exactly like the great generals An Yu had seen on television.

“Whatever it is, General, it’s better to stand and speak.”

“Thank you, Crown Princess.”

An Yu didn’t like having people follow him, so his recent strolls through the manor were done alone. Though a bit lonely, he had learned the layout of the grounds. He led the general to a nearby pavilion to sit and talk. The weather had been excellent lately; without modern industrial pollution, the June weather wasn’t as hot as in the modern era.

Once seated, An Yu went straight to the point: “What is the matter, General?”

The man kept his eyes lowered after sitting, only looking up once An Yu spoke. He stared directly at An Yu with a smirk. “Crown Princess… rather than calling you Crown Princess, perhaps it’s better to call you Young Master An.”

“What does the General mean by this?”

“The Second Prince has entrusted me to tell Young Master An that he is aware of your dissatisfaction with this marriage. If Young Master An is willing to provide a small favor, your marriage to the Crown Prince will naturally be nullified. Furthermore, Boss An’s business will flourish even more.”

The man’s eyes were full of calculation and confidence. The image of a “Great General Protecting the Nation” vanished instantly. He pulled a packet of white powder from his robe and pushed it gently toward An Yu.

Whoa, trying to recruit me?

An Yu felt no inner turmoil—in fact, he almost wanted to laugh. It felt like someone wanted to kill a child and accidentally handed the knife to the child’s own mother.

Seeing that An Yu made no move to take it, the man didn’t panic. Assuming An Yu was afraid of being discovered, he added: “Young Master An, rest assured. There are only the two of us here; the Crown Prince’s guards are not in the manor.”

Did my earlier suicide attempt make them certain I hate the Crown Prince to the bone?

The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to laugh. An Yu feigned interest, looked around, and finally asked in a low voice:

“General, may I ask what the effect of this medicine is? If it takes effect the moment I give it to His Highness, I won’t be able to explain myself.”

By the end, An Yu even put on an act of glinting anger.

“Young Master An, rest assured. This medicine only takes effect after half a month. The user’s kidneys and organs will gradually fail, but it is not immediately fatal. No one will ever suspect you.”

Your Second Prince really has quite the collection of drugs.

The man explained with a chuckle, looking as though he already heard An Yu’s agreement.

“And what is the General’s name?”

“This subordinate is Yang Yuan.”

Hearing this, An Yu was truly speechless. On the surface, he maintained a look of deep deliberation, his brows knit as if he were agonizing over the decision.

In truth, An Yu was indeed conflicted. Since Yang Yuan’s exposure last time, the Crown Prince hadn’t made many moves. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to deal with him, but Yang Yuan actually had military achievements to his name. During his four years at the border, he had frequently fought the enemy into retreat. Although he was now betraying the Prince, he had done no wrong regarding national duty. With such a status, one couldn’t dispose of him without solid evidence.

But who says these methods can only be used by the bad guys?

With that thought, An Yu moved the powder in front of him, looked left and right, and secretly tucked it away.

“Young Master An has made a wise choice.” Yang Yuan clasped his hands in a bow and prepared to leave.

“General, please wait.”

An Yu stood up as he spoke, walking inconspicuously toward Yang Yuan. He leisurely pulled the medicine back out from his robe and unwrapped it. The white powder inside the brown paper was revealed to both of them. Seemingly afraid of being discovered, An Yu signaled Yang Yuan to lean down and listen.

“Is this all there is? Is there an antidote?”

Yang Yuan thought the youth was worried there wasn’t enough medicine and laughed heartily. “Young Master An, rest assured. This medicine is extremely difficult to prepare. Though the amount is small, the effect is remarkably significant. The antidote is naturally even rarer than the medicine itself.”

“Even if one takes the antidote, their vitality will have been severely damaged; it would take years of recuperation to recover.”

The youth laughed happily at this, two small dimples appearing faintly by his mouth. “Then I am relieved.”

“Then this subordinate shall—mph!”

Yang Yuan was bowing again to take his leave, but before he could finish his sentence, a hand clamped over his mouth. The white powder was shoved in and inhaled repeatedly.

An Yu held the other’s mouth shut with all his might, nearly stuffing the brown paper in as well. However, his strength was ultimately no match for a soldier’s, and he was soon pushed away. An Yu hit a pillar with a thud, his shoulder blade aching.

“Cough—cough cough!”

Yang Yuan realized what happened and spat violently, but since there wasn’t much powder to begin with, it had already dissolved in his mouth. Spitting did nothing.

“An Yu!”

Yang Yuan’s eyes were wide with rage, the whites of his eyes turning a vivid red with fury.

“Why is the General so angry? It was merely the General asking this Young Master to do something, and this Young Master simply didn’t agree.”

The youth spoke as if everything were perfectly natural. The brown paper in his hand had long since vanished. It was as if none of it had ever happened.

“You!”

Yang Yuan was speechless with rage. At that moment, the youth whispered: “The General should hurry and find the antidote. You might still save your life.”

“Just you wait!”

Yang Yuan’s gaze was as fierce as a wild beast’s, but An Yu didn’t care. Firstly, given his current status, the other didn’t dare move against him. Secondly, this man was truly not very bright.

Watching the man’s retreating back as he walked away quickly, An Yu sighed, rubbed his shoulder, and planned to go back for a nap.

In the shadows, Mo Ying and Mo Han witnessed everything, their mouths hanging open in shock. Yang Yuan had handed over his own poison to someone else, watched them unwrap it in front of him, and then had it shoved into his own mouth.

“Hahahaha… no, hahahaha.” Once An Yu was out of earshot, Mo Han could no longer hold back. He clutched his stomach and laughed. This development was truly unexpected.

Even Mo Ying couldn’t maintain his usual sternness and chuckled. They thought Young Master An might defect to the Second Prince; they truly hadn’t expected this.

Could Young Master An really admire the General that much?

“Mo Ying, come on, let’s go. I can’t wait to tell the General about this.”

Inside the study, Mo Han hadn’t stopped laughing since Mo Ying began recounting the events. He received several sharp glances from Lu Shiyan. When Mo Ying finished, even Lu Shiyan couldn’t help but lower his head and chuckle.

“General, since Young Master An is like this, why not just give in?”

Hardly had Mo Han finished when Mo Ying gave him a light shove. Lu Shiyan asked with a smile, “Where is An Yu?”

“Young Master An should be in his room right now.”

Yang Yuan reached the Willow Courtyard at nearly a running pace, slamming open the door to the vacant partition and slipping inside. Once in the inner room, he knelt directly before the screen.

“Your Highness!”

“Why are you so flustered? Have you delivered the medicine to An Yu?”

The man behind the screen wore a deep green robe with gold embroidery—even the patterns on the hem were exquisite. His pitch-black hair was tied behind his head, falling down his back. One hand held a teacup, while the other casually toyed with a green agate ring.

“This subordinate… this subordinate failed in his task. I was—that An Yu shoved all the medicine into this subordinate’s mouth. I beg Your Highness to grant me the antidote!”

As Yang Yuan spoke, his head was pressed hard against the floor. Where was the majestic general from earlier?

“Shoved it into your mouth?”

“Heh. Yang Yuan, do you still remember you are a General? To have medicine shoved into your mouth by a young master like An Yu… are you joking with this Prince?”

the male lead spoke unhurriedly, yet his words carried a chilling weight.

“It was… it was this subordinate’s momentary lapse. I beg Your Highness for mercy and to grant the antidote. From now on, I shall go through fire and water for Your Highness without hesitation.”

The Second Prince behind the screen stopped drinking his tea. He turned his head as if looking through the screen at the man outside.

“Yang Yuan, you said it yourself.”