Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 229: Carrying Her Back to the Military Camp on a Snowy Night

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Carrying Her Back to the Military Camp on a Snowy Night

The man in blue poked his head out again and saw Mu Yan’s astonishing face.

He waved his hand indifferently and said: "No, I want that beauty today, go and capture her for me!"

Ye Xiuhan’s brow furrowed as he noticed the Hidden Guard not far behind Mu Yan and Zhan Lan, and he whispered, "Your Highness, it’s time to go back, that man is Mu Yan, the Seal Keeper of the Xingtian Department from Nanjin."

The man in the blue robe instantly withdrew his head from the window and said: "That beauty is his woman, what a pity!"

Ye Xiuhan didn’t continue the conversation; he wasn’t sure of the woman’s identity.

In his hand were portraits of people from Nanjin who should not be offended, with Mu Yan at the top of the list.

He was immensely powerful and ruthless, and had numerous romantic tales; perhaps that woman was his lover.

Thinking this, Ye Xiuhan’s impression of Zhan Lan worsened by a few degrees.

After sending away all the courtesans, Ye Xiuhan urged again: "Second Prince, we should return. If they recognize us, I can only handle Mu Yan by myself and won’t be able to protect Your Highness. His subordinates are all skilled, Your Highness shouldn’t endanger the big picture by indulging in fun. I won’t be able to cover for you."

The Second Prince of Beiyue, Xiao Chi, responded coldly, "You just don’t know how to adapt!"

It was rare to hide his identity and have some fun, and Ye Xiuhan, seeing the beauties in light, sheer fabrics, stood as still as a sculpture.

The man in the blue robe donned a thick hooded fur coat and said, "Boring, let’s go back!"

The group quickly disappeared within Luoshui City.

Mu Yan accompanied Zhan Lan to a tavern, and Zhan Lan curiously asked, "The decor here looks just like Baoxiang House!"

Mu Yan smiled lightly, and the two entered a private room.

"Today is New Year’s Eve, I didn’t expect there would be a tavern that’s not closed." Zhan Lan took a sip of the tea Mu Yan poured for her.

Inside it was warm, and opening the window, one could see Plum Blossoms outside. Mu Yan gave a slight smile, he just wanted to have a New Year’s Eve dinner with his girl.

Three months ago, he had already bought this tavern, and the chefs were personally brought over from Ding’an City.

As the table filled with dishes was served, Zhan Lan remarked while eating, "The taste of the dishes here is too much like those of Baoxiang House. Lord Mu, have you extended your business to Luoshui City? No wonder you don’t lack silver."

Zhan Lan began to admire, Mu Yan’s business... no, his network of informants truly spreads far and wide!

"Just the two of us for New Year’s Eve dinner, what should you call me?" Mu Yan looked at Zhan Lan with displeasure.

With a smile, Zhan Lan said, "I’ll drink a penalty cup!"

She lifted her head and finished the glass in one gulp.

Mu Yan poured her another glass and asked, "Is the wine finished?"

Zhan Lan shook her head, "Still six jars left, I’ll drink slowly."

Mu Yan curved his lips into a smile, "Today I’m here, I’ll watch over you, you can drink a bit more."

"How could I!" Zhan Lan said while drinking.

With Mu Yan there, she always felt more at ease, but she wouldn’t allow herself to get drunk.

This was the frontier, and Beiyue was merely tens of miles away; if the enemy were to attack, she knew well not to indulge in alcohol.

The room was warm and cozy, and suddenly, it began to snow heavily outside, "It seems even the heavens want me to rest!"

With the heavy snow today, and it being New Year’s Eve, the roads would be slippery, and Beiyue would not deploy troops.

Smiling, Zhan Lan lifted her glass and said, "Mu Yan, to you."

Watching her cheeks gradually flush, Mu Yan raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers, saying:

"May the twilight of this year bring forth the fireworks of many years. Morning and evening, year after year, may peace be with you."

Warmth tinged Zhan Lan’s eyes as she also said to Mu Yan, "Thank you for the kind words, and I also wish you peace, joy, and health, year after year."

Zhan Lan had a few more drinks and was slightly tipsy. She swayed a little and said, "The Plum Blossoms Reflected in Snow are so beautiful, I want to go out and walk in the snow."

Mu Yan helped her up and tied her fur coat for her in front of her.

Surrounded by his tenderness, they walked together to the courtyard, looking at the snow-capped red plum blossoms.

As the snow fluttered around her, she twirled, "So beautiful!"

Mu Yan watched her play in the snow like a little girl, her smile even more beautiful than the plum blossoms, and with a smile, he said, "Indeed, very beautiful."

Zhan Lan’s eyes turned to the plum blossom on the treetop, standing proudly with three blooms in the snow. She jumped up trying to pick the most beautiful plum blossom.

Unexpectedly, she slipped as she landed and fell backward, but Mu Yan quickly caught her.

Their cheeks were very close, and their eyes met. Mu Yan saw a crystal snowflake fall on Zhan Lan’s eyelashes.

His thumb gently brushed the snowflake away, and Zhan Lan’s eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly.

Mu Yan helped her stand up, and as Zhan Lan looked at the plum blossom, suddenly she felt a tight grip around her waist, and Mu Yan lifted her up facing him, like an adult lifting a child, making Zhan Lan level with the plum blossom.

She leaned over to look at Mu Yan who was gazing up at her, his hair fluttering in the snowy wind, his starry eyes looking beautiful as he said, "As long as you wish, I am willing to help you pluck whatever you desire."

Zhan Lan understood his double meaning, smelled the beautiful plum blossom, and contentedly said to Mu Yan, "Put me down."

Mu Yan gently set her down and looked at the plum blossom, "Why didn’t you pick it?"

"It’s beautiful, let it stay on the tree. It’s getting late, let’s head back!"

"Okay."

Mu Yan followed Zhan Lan, careful she might fall, and then carried her horizontally, saying gently, "This will be faster."

Zhan Lan hooked her arms around his neck, and Mu Yan’s lips curved into a smile.

Vermilion Bird, watching this scene from the shadows, directed the carriage to move a bit further away, allowing the Master to hold his future Madam a while longer.

For these several months, he had clearly seen the Master staring blankly every day towards Zhan Lan’s room.

Once they were in the carriage, they sat side by side in its dim interior, silent all the way to the military camp.

The snow in the camp was thicker and had not been cleared yet, so the carriage couldn’t enter.

They had to walk.

With snow flying all around and only the patrolling soldiers awake, everyone else was asleep.

Zhan Lan, having drunk alcohol, staggered in the soft snow towards her own tent.

Mu Yan crouched down and said, "Come on, I’ll carry you on my back."

Zhan Lan laughed, "Mu Yan, I’m not a child, I can walk by myself..."

Mu Yan looked at her and threatened, "Then I’ll carry you in my arms!"

Knowing he meant what he said, Zhan Lan promptly lay across Mu Yan’s back.

His back was so broad, giving her an extra sense of security.

With Mu Yan’s steps moving forward, her body gently heaved up and down with the scent of Mu Yan’s woody fragrance comforting her as she lay on his shoulder, looking into the distance, "We’re close to the tent, let me down."

Mu Yan casually replied, "No one dares gossip, don’t worry!"

Zhan Lan, comfortable enough to nearly fall asleep on his shoulder, suddenly spotted two figures, one was Huang Gun, blissfully watching the snow, and the other was Xiao Chen, expressionless at the entrance of the camp.

Zhan Lan tapped Mu Yan’s back, "Quick, put me down."

Mu Yan caught Xiao Chen’s anxious glance and chuckled, "It’s okay, I’ll just say you sprained your foot."

Ignoring Mu Yan’s protests, Zhan Lan jumped down from his back, and then... the tragedy occurred.