Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 401: Whatever you want, this king will always agree!

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Whatever you want, this king will always agree!

Zhan Lan held Mu Yan’s hand and asked again, "Mu Yan, no matter what I want, will you always agree to it?"

Mu Yan stroked her cheek and said, "Lan’er didn’t hear clearly? No matter what you want, I will always agree to it."

He patiently repeated himself.

Zhan Lan’s eyes suddenly turned red, and she pressed further, "If you didn’t like me, would you still agree to what I ask of you?"

Mu Yan thought Zhan Lan’s behavior today was a bit unusual. He pulled her into his arms and said, "Of course I like you."

Zhan Lan’s voice rose slightly, "I’m saying, hypothetically, if you didn’t like me, would you still agree to anything I request?"

Mu Yan released her, looked into her expectant eyes, and said, "Lan’er, you’ve seen how I was before. If I didn’t like someone, why would I agree to anything they ask? I’m not some reincarnated Bodhisattva here to save all living beings!"

Mu Yan had barely finished speaking when he noticed a crystalline tear fall from Zhan Lan’s eye onto the back of his hand. The warmth startled him.

He quickly reassured her, "Lan’er, I didn’t mean I don’t like you; it was just a hypothetical question you asked. But there is no such ’if’ between us."

Zhan Lan’s throat was dry, and her chest felt as though a heavy stone pressed against it. She firmly believed Mu Yan must have buried her in the Dragon Vein to exchange for her rebirth in this life.

Putuo Temple was over a hundred miles away from Ding’an City, and most importantly, the Dragon Vein lay deep within Putuo Mountain, where thorns grew thickly. Bringing someone up there would have been exceptionally difficult.

Only now did she realize how unreasonable her request to Mu Yan had been before she died in her previous life!

But Mu Yan had undoubtedly done it.

Her memories of past events revealed to her that Mu Yan had also loved her in her previous life.

She remembered the way Mu Yan came to the Heavenly Prison, windblown and weary, and her tears began streaming uncontrollably.

Mu Yan held Zhan Lan tightly in his embrace. He didn’t know what he had said wrong to make Zhan Lan so upset.

He hugged her, gently patting her back like comforting a child, and reassured her, "Mengmeng, stop crying. We won’t bet anymore. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. You don’t have to make winter clothes for me. Please don’t cry..."

Zhan Lan saw Mu Yan’s helpless expression and leaned against his shoulder, saying, "I’m fine."

She pushed Mu Yan away, wiped the tears from her face, and smiled, "I was just a little upset thinking I couldn’t drink for three years..."

Mu Yan finally let out a sigh of relief. He steadied Zhan Lan by her shoulders and said, "Then drink. I’ll find you the best wine in all the land."

Zhan Lan stubbornly replied, "I may be a woman, but I keep my word. Mu Yan, prepare to lose to me!"

Mu Yan curled his lips into a smile, "Alright, your husband will wait."

Zhan Lan hugged Mu Yan’s waist tightly.

After a long time, Mu Yan caressed her fingers and said, "Lan’er, do you plan to hold onto me like this all night?"

Zhan Lan rubbed against his chest and said, "Yes."

A moment later, Mu Yan added, "Lan’er, I’m feeling sleepy. Let me lie down first, alright?"

Zhan Lan still didn’t let go.

Mu Yan chuckled indulgently, gently pinching Zhan Lan’s cheek and said, "Little one, it’s late. Time to sleep..."

Zhan Lan still held onto him tightly.

After a cup of tea’s time, Mu Yan softly urged, "Mengmeng, be good..."

Only when Mu Yan heard Zhan Lan’s steady breathing, her head pressed against his chest, did he carry her to the bed, covering her with a thin quilt.

Mu Yan sat beside the bed, his mood light as he gazed at Zhan Lan’s sleeping features.

The world saw Zhan Lan wrapped in a shell of resilience, but only he understood how much his little girl knew how to mask herself.

Her fragility, helplessness, and even the nonsensical things she spoke of in her dreams made Mu Yan ache for her deeply.

Although Mu Yan didn’t believe in gods or Buddha, he believed, because of Zhan Lan, that people had past lives and destinies.

Because Zhan Lan once spoke in her sleep, saying she was a failed general. In her dreams, she repeatedly apologized to Xiao Chen, Huang Gun, Dugu Yan, Chu Yin, and that person named Li Sui.

When she woke up, she would jolt awake and find her pillow soaked with tears.

But Mu Yan would feign sleep; he didn’t want to pry into Zhan Lan’s innermost secrets.

Sometimes, Zhan Lan would even mention his name. Mu Yan would gently smooth out the furrowed brows on her face and think to himself: Mengmeng, how can I help you completely forget those painful memories?

He lay beside Zhan Lan, and she naturally turned over, draping her leg over his and wrapping her arm around his waist.

Mu Yan chuckled faintly. He had grown accustomed to this action of Zhan Lan’s. As long as Lan’er held onto him like this, she wouldn’t have nightmares or talk in her sleep.

Every time Lan’er woke from a dream, wiped her eyes, and resumed her sleep clinging to him, he would feel more at ease.

Mu Yan held Zhan Lan’s hand, and the two of them drifted off to sleep together.

...

The next morning, after finishing her breakfast, Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan and said, "Prince, I need to go out, I have something to discuss with Xiao Chen."

Mu Yan, sitting elegantly in his chair and in good spirits, glanced at Zhan Lan and said, "Go ahead!"

Zhan Lan thought to herself: Recently, Mu Yan seems very different. He didn’t show even a hint of displeasure.

Before, whenever Xiao Chen was mentioned, Mu Yan’s eyes would always be full of vigilance and distaste.

Ever since returning from the General Mansion last time, Mu Yan had changed.

Zhan Lan quickly kissed Mu Yan on the cheek and smiled radiantly, "I’ll be back a little late."

Mu Yan’s smile softened, his voice gentle as he replied, "Alright."

After Zhan Lan stepped out, Mu Yan’s smile faded. He looked at Vermilion Bird and said, "Follow the Princess. Protect her well."

"Yes, Master!" Vermilion Bird shot out like an eagle soaring through the skies, imposing and straight as an arrow.

Mu Yan felt overly pleased. A Hidden Guard should do what a Hidden Guard is meant to do.

Not be stuck watching over a little girl, testing his self-control. Lust was a blade to the bone, after all, but Vermilion Bird was famously stubborn among the Hidden Guards!

Zhan Lan got into Xiao Chen’s carriage. Xiao Chen, taking the day off, was dressed in white and looked at Zhan Lan, saying, "The investigation is clear. The trouble in Li Sui’s family three years ago was indeed orchestrated by Si Jun. Everything was his doing."

Zhan Lan sneered, "It was him after all."

Xiao Chen added, "And I heard he’s been trying to raise money to repay you for redeeming his family’s blood jade."

"Let’s go see him." After thinking it over, Zhan Lan said, "Your carriage is too conspicuous; let’s switch to another one."

Xiao Chen nodded, "I’ve already prepared a new carriage. It’s in the empty alley ahead."

He understood Zhan Lan’s cautious nature and had made arrangements in advance.

Zhan Lan’s lips curved into a smile as she looked at Xiao Chen appreciatively, "When it comes to handling matters, you understand me the best."

Xiao Chen lowered his gaze and smiled. Perhaps Zhan Lan didn’t realize he understood more than just that.