AUBTN -Chapter 317 Admitting Fault

She squinted at the man standing in front of her—who looked like he might draw a blade and strike at any second—and suddenly burst into a giggling laugh.

“Hehe… Wanwan, don’t tell me, I think I’m seeing that big ice block, Lu Yan too…” Yu Qing reached out and poked at Lu Yan’s chest in the air with her finger.

“The service at Wenxiang Tower really is good, huh? They even do role-play? They’ve got uniform temptation too?”

She even boldly commented, “But this fake Lu Yan is a bit too grim-looking. Not as gentle as that little handsome guy just now…”

Lu Yan’s molars ground together loudly, the hand gripping his sword handle bulging with veins.

He closed his eyes in fury, took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He kept repeating in his mind: Don’t get angry! Don’t get angry! It’s my fault! She already wanted a divorce—if I lose my temper now, I’ll never win her back in this lifetime!

Shen Jue was also doing mental construction: endure it! Don’t shout! If I shout again, I’ll really lose my wife!

These two men who could shake the world with a flick of their hands forcibly swallowed down their jealousy and rage.

They squeezed out expressions that looked more like crying than smiling.

Unclenching their fists, they stepped forward step by step.

Shen Jue crouched slightly in front of Su Hewan, his long fingers gently brushing away a drop of wine at the corner of her lips. He forced out an extremely gentle smile, his voice low and hoarse:

“Wanwan, had enough fun? Let your husband take you home.”

On the other side, Lu Yan also stiffly bent down and held Yu Qing’s shoulders.

“Qingqing, it’s windy outside. Don’t be angry anymore, let’s go home, alright?”

But the two drunk women didn’t appreciate it at all.

“I’m not going back!” Su Hewan slapped Shen Jue’s hand away, her brows tightly knit, revealing a rare childlike stubbornness.

“What’s so good about that boring mansion? I still want to listen to music!”

“Exactly! Not going back!” Yu Qing, even more drunk and unruly, wrapped her arms around a nearby pillar and refused to let go.

“I want little handsome guys! I don’t want that stinky rock! Divorce! I want a divorce so I can find ten male models!”

The last thread of reason in both men finally snapped.

“This is not up to you!”

Lu Yan’s face turned cold, no longer bothering to waste words.

With a single sweep of his arm, he grabbed Yu Qing around the waist and effortlessly hoisted her onto his shoulder like a sack.

“Ah! Who are you, you bastard! Put me down! I’m going to throw up!”

“Throw up when we get home,” Lu Yan said darkly, striding out without hesitation.

On the other side, Shen Jue also lost his patience.

Facing Su Hewan, who was still resisting, he simply bent down and scooped her up horizontally!

“You’re being outrageous! I already have a husband! Put me down!” Su Hewan shouted angrily, her fists pounding his hard chest.

“Yes, and you still remember you have a husband?” Shen Jue pressed his face close to her ear, grinding his teeth as he whispered helplessly yet fiercely, “Wanwan, if you want to punish me, my life is yours when we return.”

“But now, you must come home with me.”

Under the night sky—

Two powerful ministers, one carrying and one holding, forcibly dragged their noisy wives back to the residence.

All night long, the estate was in utter chaos.

The two “living demons” of the court were thoroughly tormented by their drunken wives.

One moment they wanted water, the next they were nauseous, the next they were crying and shouting about going back to the modern world to find little handsome guys.

Lu Yan, meanwhile, was holding a basin and a towel, coaxing the drunken woman on the bed in a low voice.

Only when dawn broke did the noise in the room gradually quiet down.

As faint morning light seeped in, Yu Qing woke up with a dull headache.

The aftereffects of her hangover left a dull, throbbing pain in her head.

She let out a pained whimper and slowly opened her heavy eyes.

What met her gaze was the familiar canopy bed with tasseled curtains. A faint calming incense lingered in the air, masking the unpleasant smell of alcohol from the night before.

She turned her head in confusion.

Lowering her gaze, she saw a figure lying at the edge of the bed.

It was Lu Yan, still fully dressed, asleep while slumped against the bedside.

His brows were tightly furrowed—even in sleep, he looked weighed down by exhaustion and agitation that wouldn’t dissipate.

Dark shadows lay under his eyes, and faint stubble had grown along his jaw, making him look haggard and worn out.

One of his hands was still firmly gripping her wrist.

Seeing this man in such a disheveled state made Yu Qing’s heart suddenly ache.

The grievances, anger, and indescribable fear she had been suppressing all these days surged up in that moment.

Her eyes immediately turned red.

Tears quickly welled up, blurring her vision.

She lay there quietly, not moving, just staring at him.

She couldn’t understand.

Before transmigrating, she had believed that men were nothing more than embellishments in a woman’s life.

She had even sworn that in this ancient world without phones or Wi-Fi, she would live freely and happily—be a carefree heartbreaker.

She would rely on her acting skills to survive, and toy with these “paper people” of a feudal dynasty in the palm of her hand.

So why?

Why did that one ridiculous sentence from Lu Yan feel like a poisoned blade, stabbing straight into her heart?

Why had she been unable to sleep for days, her chest so suffocated it felt like it was stuffed with a soaked lump of cotton?

Why, even after going to the Fragrance Pavilion and spending time with so many charming male courtesans, was the only face she could think of still that cold, stone-faced man in front of her?

Tears fell silently like broken pearls.

As she cried, Yu Qing mocked herself in despair.

She finally came to a conclusion so sorrowful it made her want to laugh.

She, Yu Qing, had fallen hopelessly in love with this cold, rigid, awkward, and stubborn commander of the imperial guards.

So deeply in love that even a single careless harsh word from him could easily shatter her completely.

At that moment, the man beside the bed suddenly paused in his breathing.

As the commander of the imperial guards who constantly walked the line between life and death, his senses were extremely sharp. Even in a state of deep exhaustion, the faint sound of her sobbing and her gaze instantly woke him.

Lu Yan opened his eyes, a flash of sharp vigilance immediately crossing them.

But the next second, when he saw the woman on the bed silently crying, all that sharpness turned into panic in an instant.

“Qingqing?”

He had originally planned to interrogate her properly once she woke up—about her outrageous act of going to a pleasure house to find male escorts!

But now, seeing her tears falling without a sound, all he felt was a suffocating ache in his chest.

All dignity, all anger—everything was thrown far beyond the clouds.

He leaned down and pulled the silently crying woman into his arms.

“Don’t cry, Qingqing… don’t cry…”

The usually emotionless “living Yama” now had a trembling voice, filled with panicked helplessness.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m a bastard! I’m not human!”

He apologized incoherently, his broad hands clumsily and anxiously wiping her tears, unable to wipe them away no matter how hard he tried.