[No, I don’t want to! The big villain swings both ways and plays such a wild game. Who knows if he has syphilis? Penicillin hasn’t even been mass-extracted yet. What am I supposed to do if I get infected?]
When she first discovered her identity and realized she couldn’t run away, Liu Xiyin had made a plan: she would try her best to act obedient, play the part of an ignorant and weak country bumpkin original wife, and avoid getting entangled with the key characters of the novel as much as possible. Once the right moment came, she would divorce him and make her escape.
If Yan Changye took her to the villa now and insisted on sharing the bridal chamber, her entire plan would be completely ruined!
That was risking her life!
Yan Changye heard her thoughts with perfect clarity.
Swings both ways? Syphilis? If he really had it, he would make absolutely sure to infect her with it too.
She wanted to occupy the title of his wife while keeping herself entirely out of trouble? She was dreaming.
Using every ounce of her strength, Liu Xiyin still failed to break free from Yan Changye’s grip. She was forcefully dragged out of the Marshal’s Mansion and stuffed into the vintage car parked at the entrance.
Panting heavily, Liu Xiyin made a last-ditch struggle. “Young Marshal, I know you look down on me. How about I stay at the Marshal’s Mansion to keep Mother company and eat vegetarian meals?”
The Marshal’s Wife was out of favor. After Yan Changye joined the military at twelve, she had started eating vegetarian meals and chanting scriptures, withdrawing from worldly affairs.
Liu Xiyin felt that staying with the Marshal’s Wife was far safer than being around anyone else.
Pulling her into his embrace, Yan Changye lowered his voice. “No bridal chamber on our wedding night? Does the Young Madam want others to look down on you, or look down on me?”
“Everyone says I’m a country bumpkin. If the Young Marshal dislikes it, we can… ah…”
Yan Changye’s hand suddenly pinched the back of her neck, causing Liu Xiyin to cry out in surprise.
Yan Changye: “Don’t worry. I play a wild game, and country bumpkins have their own way of being played. I don’t mind.”
!
This absolute freak!
Yan Changye’s clothes carried a metallic scent of blood, though she had no idea where he had gotten it from. Held tightly in his arms, Liu Xiyin was completely frozen with fear.
What should she do? What should she do? If she rejected this rotten cucumber, would he strangle her to death right on the spot?
Being strangled to death would probably be much easier than being turned into fish bait, right?
In the original book, Liu Xiyin was mere cannon fodder who was eventually minced into meat filling by the male lead to feed the fish.
Sob, sob, sob.
Yan Changye ordered, “Drive.”
The driver started the car.
Sitting on Yan Changye’s lap, Liu Xiyin dared not move an inch.
However, the performance of the vintage car was far too poor. When it started up, the sudden recoil caused Liu Xiyin to slam thud directly into Yan Changye’s chin.
Yan Changye hissed in pain and pushed her over to the adjacent seat.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Liu Xiyin shrank back against the car door, her mind frantically racing with ideas on how to avoid the bridal chamber.
Aside from her intense aversion to his “rotten cucumber” status, she was also genuinely terrified that the future Ninth Concubine would mind. When the time came, Yan Changye might use her as a sacrificial lamb just to please his sweetheart.
[What if I needle him until he faints? Then I can take the opportunity to escape. No, the Young Marshal’s villa must have plenty of guards.]
[Or should I make him temporarily impotent, and then cure him after I’ve secured an escape route?]
In the future, the scientific research institute collected and preserved the peak technology of that era. On one hand, it was to preserve the sparks of human civilization for the future; on the other hand, it was to continue research on these sparks to lead humanity toward a more distant future.
Liu Xiyin had been specially recruited into the research institute at the age of eleven. She could learn any subject instantly, and both Western and Chinese medicine were practically second nature to her.
If she wanted to make Yan Changye impotent, she had one hundred and eight different ways to do it.
Liu Xiyin began to ponder which of these methods would work best on Yan Changye.
Yet, as she listed each method, every single one of them reached Yan Changye’s ears.
She wanted to make him impotent?
He wanted to see if she actually had the ability.
The car arrived at the Yan Villa.
This was a mid-sized villa Yan Changye had purchased for himself. Although it could not compare to the Grand Marshal’s Mansion, it covered a vast area. Placed in the 21st century, it would be equivalent to an entire small villa district.
The main building was a three-story Western-style house with gray bricks and blue tiles, featuring Roman columns at the entrance and a fashionable crystal chandelier hanging in the main lobby.
A mahogany staircase wound its way upward. Liu Xiyin was slung over his shoulder, carried all the way to the master bedroom on the third floor, and thrown onto a Western-style bed layered with velvet blankets.
The bed bounced slightly under her weight.
Pale with fright, Liu Xiyin scrambled back toward the corner of the bed using both her hands and feet. “Y-Young Marshal, please don’t be like this…”
Yan Changye leaned over, catching her and dragging her back. “Don’t be like what?”
The blood scent on him smelled far too brutal, bringing hot tears to Liu Xiyin’s eyes. “I-I haven’t taken a bath yet. I’m sweaty. Why don’t you bathe first, Young Marshal?”
Pressing her down, Yan Changye grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head. “No matter, I don’t mind you.”
With her hands pinned, Liu Xiyin couldn’t even reach for her silver needles. More than half of her carefully calculated plans were instantly rendered useless.
This freak! Is she worried about him minding? He smells of blood—who knows where he went during the day! Touching someone without even bathing, is he trying to make her sick?
Liu Xiyin struggled desperately. “No… I shouldn’t offend the Young Marshal.”
Seeing her face flush red from exerting so much effort, Yan Changye used his large hand to yank open her waistband.
[Ahhhhh, I don’t want this! Where is the Ninth Concubine? Help!]
Liu Xiyin wanted to kick him in a fit of panic, but physical strength was her weakest link.
A genius who spent all her years in a laboratory was a giant in theory but a total dwarf in physical strength.
After transmigrating, Liu Xiyin had not expected herself to be a member of the Liu family, so she hadn’t given much thought to physical training. Consequently, she was suppressed with absolute ease.
Most of her remaining tricks were now completely useless.
Yan Changye’s hand searched around her waist.
Nothing?
Yan Changye stared intently at Liu Xiyin.
She kept slandering him in her mind about committing adultery with his father’s Ninth Concubine in the future, and she even planned to flee once she succeeded in her goals.
More importantly, a girl raised in the countryside had actually managed to build a gramophone that could record and play back audio on the spot.
Yan Changye suspected she might be a spy sent by a foreign power.
That was why he absolutely had to bring her back for a thorough investigation.
But from the moment they left the Marshal’s Mansion until now, other than scheming all sorts of chaotic things in her head, she hadn’t shown even a shred of the capability a spy ought to have.
What if the inner voice was also part of a spy’s tactics?
Yan Changye leaned down even closer to her, beginning to tear at her clothes.
Since she was so resistant to the bridal chamber and insisted on bathing, could she have something hidden in her clothes? Was she trying to find a chance to hide it away?
If it wasn’t around her waist, then it had to be somewhere else.
Liu Xiyin completely exploded.
Thug! Bastard! Rapist!
If he dares to force himself on her, she will bash his brains in even if she has to die trying!
Feeling around her body, Yan Changye finally retrieved a roll of film from her inner pocket.
Indeed.
Before Liu Xiyin could swing her head to ram into him, Yan Changye pulled back. “What is this?”
Liu Xiyin’s forceful headbutt missed entirely. Her hair tumbled completely loose, leaving her head spinning from the exertion.
Seeing the object in Yan Changye’s hand, she looked like a dead fish that had lost all its dreams. “Film.”
Yan Changye: “What film? Did you shoot this, or did someone give it to you?”
His tone was ice-cold. As the dizziness in Liu Xiyin’s head faded, it felt as though a bucket of icy water had been poured over her, instantly waking her up—he suspects she is a spy?
The Marshal’s Mansion was a restricted military area. Wandering around late at night with a roll of film on her person was enough to get her arrested and interrogated even in modern times.
It was over. She couldn’t explain this. She was going to die again.