My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 54: The Next Second, the Beauty Destroys the Nation

Chapter 54: The Next Second, the Beauty Destroys the Nation

His wife had planned to join him in prison from the start.

Persuading him to go back was impossible.

Nie Yao could only carry him back.

The single room door was open anyway; he could leave whenever he wanted. If he kept a low profile, no one would see them.

“You’re not going to try to put me back, and then return here yourself, are you?”

Du Suilan was very wary, his hands and feet tightly wrapped around Nie Yao. “If you really do that, I’ll be mad!”

He looked up with his small face.

Grinning, he emphasized, “I’ll be very mad! Super mad!”

Then he used the same tone Nie Yao had used to lecture: For the sake of their mutually cherished marriage, a husband absolutely cannot violate the wishes of his fulang (husband-brother)!

“Yes, yes, yes, your husband understands.”

Since he said so, Nie Yao wouldn’t dare run back after he fell asleep.

He could only agree: “I promise, I’ll definitely tie you to my belt and stay with you every step of the way.”

“Really?”

“Truer than real gold!”

“Good then!”

Du Suilan reached out to grab his husband’s belt, seemingly intending to truly tie himself to him.

Nie Yao quickly reached out to protect his modesty.

“Wife, it’s a metaphor! It’s just a metaphor!” There was no need to actually tie themselves together.

It was uncomfortable, inconvenient.

And it would attract ridicule.

Du Suilan: “I’m not afraid of being laughed at!” He would kill anyone who dared to laugh!

“…Wife, I am afraid.”

“Oh, alright…” Du Suilan felt very regretful. When he reluctantly withdrew his hands, his eyes still showed strong reluctance. He rested his delicate little chin on his husband’s shoulder, sighing, “Husband, when did you start caring about other people’s opinions?”

He had clearly been laughed at last month when he executed that famous great scholar who killed his wife, yet he was still smiling.

He didn’t care at all.

It had broken his heart.

He had stayed up all night to cut the tongues out of those who had cursed the fiercest and ugliest.

Du Suilan: “Husband, don’t be afraid. I will protect you!” I will definitely not let anyone say anything nasty to hurt your tender, little heart.

Nie Yao: “? Thank you, wife.”

He didn’t understand, but he thanked him first.

The two spent the night in the Imperial Palace, with Nie Yao blatantly sleeping on the Dragon Bed.

Nie Yao had already promised not to sneak away in the middle of the night. But his wife was still uneasy and clung to him tightly.

Nie Yao felt helpless.

He could only physically demonstrate to his wife that he would not leave.

“Wife, I love you… I love you… wife… wife… wife…”

Perhaps motivated by the desire to be a good Emperor’s Husband, Nie Yao worked exceptionally hard.

His delicate and beautiful wife was willing to go to a terrible place like the imperial prison for him and even intended to spend the night there.

Nie Yao’s heart felt warm.

—Wife loves him so much.

—He loves his wife too!

Love was truly intoxicating.

So much so that his wife had a bit of trouble getting up the next morning.

“Are you alright, wife?” Nie Yao gently massaged his wife.

Du Suilan was groggy and couldn’t open his eyes, moving lazily, his arms wrapped around his husband’s waist with affection.

“Tired…”

He didn’t want to attend court.

Du Suilan mumbled: “Husband… go… to court… you go…”

“I’m sorry, wife.” Nie Yao promised him that he wouldn’t take so long next time.

“No way!”

Du Suilan’s droopy eyelids instantly flew open, his beautiful eyes wide. “Just try to be quick!”

He punched Nie Yao in the chest.

He demanded, “You don’t like being with me? Why? Don’t you want a baby?”

How could he!

Nie Yao felt deeply wronged.

However, it was indeed his fault that his wife was tired.

“No, no!” Nie Yao helped his wife wash up. “I was just worried about your health. Don’t be angry, wife, eat breakfast and then rest a little more. I’ll take care of the memorials for you later.”

“That’s more like it!”

Du Suilan grumbled and, after eating breakfast, made Nie Yao dress up as a eunuch to accompany him to the morning court.

Nie Yao, who was preparing to return to the prison: Is this eunuch role really necessary?

He fell silent.

Du Suilan frowned and stomped his foot.

Nie Yao understood; it was absolutely necessary.

He wouldn’t believe that his wife hadn’t planned this all along—the eunuch’s clothes fit a little too perfectly!

“Let’s go, Your Majesty.”

Today, Nie Yao was playing the role of a eunuch who had been favored by His Majesty and was very likely to become a Consort in the harem.

The man who had been painstakingly imprisoned just yesterday was now wearing makeup and openly attending court.

He stood by the Emperor’s side, occasionally being leaned on and patted.

“Your Majesty, be serious.”

Nie Yao took the hand that was reaching into his clothes for the umpteenth time.

Du Suilan, the Emperor, didn’t understand, his innocent eyes full of confusion, “But I am very serious.” What was wrong with being serious about showing affection to his husband?

Nie Yao felt a bit heartbroken.

He nervously glanced down, focusing on his father-in-law’s position.

Good, no one looked up.

Nie Yao had just breathed a sigh of relief, gripping his wife’s small hand to put it away. As he bent down, he felt a chilling gaze from below.

Unsurprisingly.

It came from his father-in-law.

Nie Yao felt he would never forget that look of hatred, as if he were looking at a little goblin.

“What’s wrong, husband?”

Fortunately, the Emperor still knew to keep his voice low—perhaps he also knew this was not a dignified matter.

Following Nie Yao’s gaze, Du Suilan saw his old father glaring at his husband.

He immediately got angry.

“Prime Minister Dou!” He glared back at his father for his husband and then loudly called out his old father’s name. “What do you think of what Minister Cui just said?”

Now, the one who felt heartbroken was Dou Jinzhuan.

He really didn’t want to speak.

But the Emperor called his name, so he had to reply.

Dou Jinzhuan slowly stepped out, “Reporting to Your Majesty, your subject has no objections.”

“Oh?” Du Suilan was not someone who could be easily dismissed. He was about to ask further questions to make his old father elaborate properly.

Nie Yao pulled his hand.

He quietly whispered: “That’s enough, wife. Finish your work early so you can go rest.”

Fine.

Since his husband had said so.

Du Suilan glared at his old father again, warning him not to make things difficult for his husband, and the matter was finally considered closed.

Heh heh.

Dou Jinzhuan’s right hand was clenched tightly inside his sleeve. A certain idea in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He was going to write a book.

His precious son was more stubborn than anyone else; reasoning with him was utterly useless.

To make him sober up and stop blindly being so good to that brat, he could only resort to indirect methods.

Dou Jinzhuan recalled the pitiful subordinates from before, whose daughters and ge’er had read storybooks written by down-and-out scholars and then, overcome with emotion, eloped with poor scholars.

A’Lan also read storybooks.

The old father decided to write more stories about rich ge’er whose emotions were deceived by vulgar military husbands, and who ended up heartbroken and personally executing their husbands.

The bastard husband’s death must be particularly gruesome.

Broken arms, severed legs, and crushed bones!

Having been gentle and refined his entire life, the old father was finally going mad.

Nie Yao felt a chill down his spine, his hesitant gaze falling on his father-in-law.

Is Father-in-law trying to set me up again?

The old father’s expression was cold as usual.

Nie Yao was a little uncertain.

In the past, he would definitely have been on high alert to avoid falling into the deep pit dug by his father-in-law. But now, Nie Yao wasn’t so nervous.

Because his wife said he would protect him.

I’m relying on you, wife.

If something really happens, you must save me!