AUBTN -Chapter 3 Trapped in a Dead End, First Grab a Big Leg

Su Hewan’s palms were soaked in cold sweat, yet she forced herself to stay alert.

Three left… two left… next, it’ll be us.

Sure enough.

The old eunuch’s murky eyes shifted, and his gaze fell on the two of them in the corner.

“Maid Yu, Maid Su, present!”

That voice struck like thunder.

Two junior eunuchs approached without expression, one on each side, hands outstretched to seize them.

Su Hewan and Yu Qing exchanged a glance.

In that glance, time and fear collapsed—a modern office worker’s ultimate counterattack against unreasonable demands from the “client” in the corporate battlefield. Even if they were to die, they would die with a bang!

Their eyes blazed with the will to survive.

The moment icy fingers touched their shoulders, Su Hewan hissed, “Now!”

“Push them down!” the chief execution eunuch barked.

The two junior eunuchs suddenly exerted their strength, trying to shove them toward the tomb entrance.

But riding the momentum of the push, Su Hewan and Yu Qing didn’t retreat. Instead, they summoned every ounce of strength they had in their lives, lunging in two opposite directions—

A desperate leap!

Su Hewan ducked low, agile like a darting fish, slipping under the armpits of the two stunned attendants and racing straight for the soft sedan chair.

Yu Qing relied entirely on explosive force and her actress-level belief.

Aaaah! My long-legged hero! Catch me!

She closed her eyes and charged toward that direction filled with a sense of safety.

Her posture wasn’t graceful, but her momentum was awe-inspiring.

“Impudent!”

“How dare you!”

The surrounding guards finally reacted and drew their blades.

But everything happened too fast.

Just as the embroidered spring knives and curved blades were about to be unsheathed—

Bang!

Smack!

Two muffled sounds echoed.

The main hall immediately fell into a silence even more eerie than before.

Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before them.

In front of the sedan chair, Su Hewan lay sprawled on the ground, clutching a foot that had just extended from beneath the sedan curtain—a black boot embroidered with cloud patterns.

It was Shen Jue’s foot.

Su Hewan: “Overseer! I cannot die! I know your secret!”

She held it so tightly, her face pressed against the cold boot, as if it were a long-lost relative.

Shen Jue was about to kick her away, when a clear female voice suddenly rang in his mind:

Su Hewan’s frantic inner thoughts: 【I’ve grabbed it! This is the Dongchang Overseer’s leg! Even if he’s a fake eunuch, this leg is real thick! And those boots are Shu brocade—so rich! Shen Jue, as long as you don’t kill me, I’ll be your servant, help you investigate cases, avenge you, even wash your underwear if you want!】

Shen Jue froze, his eyes suddenly deepening.

A fake eunuch?

This woman… how could she know his secret?!

Meanwhile, on the other side…

The scene was even more shocking.

Yu Qing hadn’t grabbed Lu Yan’s foot at all.

Perhaps it was because she rushed too hard, or perhaps because Lu Yan instinctively stepped back a half-step, causing her trajectory to go slightly off.

Her entire body collapsed onto the ground, arms wrapping tightly—deadly, unrelenting—

Clutching Lu Yan’s thigh.

And her face landed just on the upper inner side of his thigh.

An extremely dangerous, extremely awkward, and suffocating position.

Lu Yan froze completely, his cold, icy handsome face now showing a tiny crack of expression.

He looked down at the woman clinging to his leg like an octopus.

Yu Qing lifted her head, her little face smudged with dust, two streams of clear tears running down.

She sobbed, her voice trembling, yet every word was clear—some might even call it deafening:

“Waaah… Sir! Don’t kill me! I am your long-lost… that… that dream lover!”

Lu Yan’s brows knitted tightly. He reached for his sword, and at the same time, another very different female voice rang in his mind:

【Wha—holy crap! This touch! These muscle lines! This firm thigh! Jackpot, jackpot! So this is the power of the Commander of the Jinyiwei? Hard! So hard! Even if I get beheaded the next second, I must squeeze a little more!】

As she spoke, her hands still explored Lu Yan’s thigh, uncontrollably pinching twice.

Lu Yan: “…”

Shen Jue: “…”

The eunuchs, the Jinyiwei, the servants—all froze: “…”

Time seemed to stop in that instant.

The wind halted, the paper money no longer floated, even the old eunuch preparing to call the next name stood there with his mouth open, forgetting to close it.

This was perhaps the most absurd, outrageous, and suffocating scene in the history of sacrificial burials since the founding of the dynasty.

Two doomed palace maids—one clutching the shoes of the Eastern Depot’s director, the other rubbing up against the Jinyiwei’ commander’s thigh.

This wasn’t a burial.

This was clearly a case of “death not fast enough, rushing to report to the King of Hell in the afterlife.”

Shen Jue and Lu Yan exchanged a quick glance across the room.

It was lightning fast.

In each other’s usually impassive eyes, they caught a fleeting trace of surprise, like a tiny crack.

Shen Jue paused while rolling his counting rings: Why hasn’t this lunatic moved? Did he hear some weird words too?

Lu Yan’s hand gripping the sword tensed, veins bulging: This damned eunuch didn’t use this chance to act? He heard that strange voice too?

But as the two top masters of acting in the court, their astonishment vanished instantly.

Shen Jue slowly lowered his gaze, landing on the woman clutching his boot at his feet.

At this moment, she pressed her face to his boot like a cat begging for its life, trembling.

But inside her head, the voice was booming as if drums and gongs were sounding:

【Oh no, oh no, this dead eunuch isn’t reacting? Did he think I’m not sincere enough? Should I grab higher? No, no, higher is the thigh—Shen Jue supposedly has a cleanliness obsession; anyone touching his thigh gets chopped up and fed to dogs… and he’s a fake eunuch! If I touch anything I shouldn’t, that’s an instant capital offense!】

The corner of Shen Jue’s eye twitched violently.

Good. Excellent.

The people in the palace who knew this secret are long dead and buried.

How could this seemingly delicate little palace maid know?

At this moment, the thigh that Yu Qing had mistaken for a lifeline—Lu Yan’s thigh—was as stiff as an iron pillar.

Yu Qing’s hands still wouldn’t behave. Using her crying as cover, she pinched and squeezed here and there on his thigh muscles.

By Lu Yan’s ear, the woman’s inner monologue sounded like a wolf’s roar:

【Oh my god, this leg—if it were in modern times, definitely a male model! The feel—amazing! Just one more touch, just one, I’m going to die anyway, if I don’t touch now it’s wasted!】

Lu Yan drew a deep breath, reaching the limit of his patience.

He even suspected she might be some new type of assassin sent by Shen Jue, deliberately using shameless methods to disrupt his mind.

“How dare you!”