Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 297: Let Him Leave!

Mu Yan whispered in her ear, "Is there something important you haven’t told me?"

Only then did Zhan Lan remember what he was implying, and she replied with a smile, "Let’s talk when we get home."

Mu Yan stared at her cherry-red lips and said, "I can’t wait to know. If you don’t tell me..."

Seeing his face getting closer, Zhan Lan covered his lips with her hand and said, "I’ll tell you."

Mu Yan sat up straighter, looking at Zhan Lan expectantly: "I’m all ears."

Zhan Lan looked into his eyes and said, "You choose a date; we can get married anytime."

After hearing her words, Mu Yan beamed with joy, hugged Zhan Lan in his arms, and bent down to kiss her.

As his soft yet cool lips kissed her, the atmosphere inside the carriage suddenly became exceptionally amorous.

Moments later, Mu Yan released her blushing face, and Zhan Lan scolded him, "This is a carriage, behave yourself."

When Mu Yan kissed her, she felt extremely shy. She could hear the noise outside the carriage; in such a public place, he dared to kiss her in the carriage.

Mu Yan teased her, "I haven’t done anything else in the carriage, what are you blushing for?"

Zhan Lan placed her hand on his chest, and Mu Yan chuckled, "How about we do something else..."

Zhan Lan’s neck blushed with his teasing, and she moved away from him to her cushion, saying, "You’re teasing a court official."

She was still wearing her official uniform, and this man was utterly irreverent.

Mu Yan examined her official uniform up and down and then whispered in her ear, "How about I personally take it off?"

"Mu! Yan!" Zhan Lan seriously considered jumping out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Vermilion Bird listening to the faint sounds coming from inside thought to himself, oh dear, ever since his Master and Madam got together, Master has become much more talkative.

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After Mu Yan brought Zhan Lan home, seeing her change into a moon-white dress and leave, he curiously asked, "Is the person you’re meeting a man or a woman?"

Zhan Lan honestly said, "A man."

Mu Yan pretended to be indifferent and said, "Oh, come back early."

Zhan Lan nodded and left in her own carriage.

Mu Yan watched her carriage for a long time.

Vermilion Bird almost couldn’t bear to watch and inwardly urged, Master, don’t be a coward, go for it! Eliminate your rival in love!

Mu Yan said to Vermilion Bird with a cold face, "Let’s go home."

Vermilion Bird’s lips twitched, finding his Master to be like a grumpy little wife, while Madam seemed to be the husband who went out to mingle with other women.

He kind of wanted to laugh for some reason.

But laughter wasn’t appropriate; better to hold it in.

Zhan Lan arrived at a small forest on the outskirts of town, where sunlight scattered across the golden leaves.

She alighted from the carriage and walked into the woods, where she saw a man dressed in blue standing proudly.

He saw Zhan Lan and also made his way towards her.

"General Ye," Zhan Lan said with a smile, "Are you leaving today?"

Ye Xiuhan’s bright eyes turned to Zhan Lan, and he replied with a faint smile, "I came specially to bid farewell to Miss Zhan... It’s a long, arduous journey ahead, and I know not when we’ll meet again."

Zhan Lan sighed, "That’s right, I haven’t yet had a chance to drink with you. I hope that one day, when the world is peaceful and without war, we can sit down together to drink and talk of joyous things."

Ye Xiuhan’s lips curved into a smile, "I, too, look forward to that day!"

Zhan Lan nodded slightly, "Will the Young Master return to Beiyue in a few days?"

Ye Xiuhan nodded, "I have already made the arrangements."

"Good, he has grown up now, can’t live in the Qilin palace forever," said Zhan Lan with emotion.

Ye Xiuhan silently nodded, then asked: "Are you ... going to marry Mu Yan?"

"Yes, I will probably marry him soon." Zhan Lan didn’t even realize herself that she smiled particularly sweetly as she spoke.

Her eyes, like stars, lips as tender as petals, curled up in a smile, she looked very happy.

It was the first time Ye Xiuhan had seen such an expression on Zhan Lan’s face. Something tugged at his heart, and he withdrew the farewell gift he had prepared.

"I wish you happiness," Ye Xiuhan said with his hands behind his back, smiling gracefully.

Zhan Lan slapped his shoulder and said with a smile, "General Ye, you are my most respected rival as well as my friend. Wherever you may be in the future, I wish you all the best."

The light pat from Zhan Lan left Ye Xiuhan momentarily stunned, joy surged in his heart, then as her hand left his arm, he felt a sense of loss.

Seeing the look of loss on his face, Zhan Lan suddenly remembered something, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I used too much strength."

That arm was where Ye Xiuhan had taken the brunt of a wolf pack’s attack, leaving scars.

Ye Xiuhan smiled faintly and gave a light pat on Zhan Lan’s arm, "Didn’t you say we’re friends? Feel free to slap my arm, and lean on it if you’re tired!"

Zhan Lan laughed heartily, "Alright!"

The two talked a while longer before leaving the grove.

The sun was high in the sky as Zhan Lan saw the convoy escorting the Princess to Beiyue.

Amid the long line of vehicles, Ye Xiuhan was mingled with the procession.

Zhan Lan watched his retreating figure. This peer who she had once shot dead with an arrow in her past life, had become her friend in this life.

The Princess in the carriage was haggard and weeping, looking back towards Ding’an City from time to time, a place she could never return to.

Regret was useless now; in her heart, she prayed that the Emperor of Beiyue would treat her kindly.

Zhan Lan rode away, returning to her own house.

As soon as she pushed the door open, she smelled a strong scent of alcohol.

How could there be the smell of alcohol in her room in broad daylight?

Zhan Lan cautiously gripped her dagger and walked into the house, only to see Mu Yan acting unrestrained, leaning against a couch, pouring himself a drink.

Wearing a loosely fitted white garment, his cheeks were tinged with red, and droplets of liquid were sporadically hanging from his lips to his chin.

He looked at her in solitude, raising the cup in his hand, tilting back his head, his Adam’s apple moving as he downed a drink.

Zhan Lan saw a few empty wine jars messily scattered on the ground, she quickly stepped forward, snatching the cup from his hand, worriedly saying: "Mu Yan, how can you drink several jars of wine, are you mad!"

Mu Yan stared at her, suddenly laughing, pulling her wrist and bringing her in front of him, "I’m not drunk..."

Zhan Lan smelled the alcohol on him, pulling him up from the ground, "Get up, I’ll have Liu Xi make you some hangover soup."

Mu Yan stood up shakily, his balance unsteady as he fell towards Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan steadied herself against the table, supporting him, and was then encircled by him within close quarters.

Mu Yan’s gaze, blurry, looked at her, his hand sweeping things off the table.

Zhan Lan lightly stepped back, picked up by him onto the table, Mu Yan’s body close, pinning her against it.

Suddenly, the voice of Xiao Luobai came from the window sill, "Lan’er... Sister, have you come back?"

Zhan Lan looked outside, and Mu Yan twisted her face towards him, as he pried open her teeth with his, and delivered a deep kiss flavored with the sweet scent of peach blossoms.

"Mmm..." Zhan Lan gasped, dizzied by his kiss.

Mu Yan’s kisses fell on her neck and collarbone, carrying anger, he hoarsely whispered in her ear, "Make him leave!"