The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm

Qin Silong, who was unusually vigilant, sensed the presence outside the house. Just as he intended to investigate, Su Bin’s undercover agent halted him and handed over a note written by Su Bin.

The agent also signaled for him to remain silent.

Upon perusing the note, Qin Silong comprehended that Su Bin and his sister were continuing their charade as a married couple.

“Lecher!” Qin Silong couldn’t help but mutter.

In his dreams, he envisioned the Emperor being replaced in the upcoming winter.

Now, the Eighth Imperial Uncle, who had taken the Emperor’s place, had already been incarcerated in the Heaven Prison.

He couldn’t help but harbor thoughts about His Highness the Crown Prince.

Muttering with a touch of disdain, he wished, “May this lascivious Emperor be replaced by his own offspring as soon as possible, preferably in the coming winter!”

The two black-clad individuals sent by the Emperor initially eavesdropped from the rooftop, tuning into the voices emanating from within the room. “Wife, I haven’t seen you in the past few days. I’ve missed you terribly.”

“Oh, come on. I’m right here. What’s the rush?”

“Look at me, how could I not be eager?”

“Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you worried they won’t hear you? You’ve got some nerve!”

Subsequently, their voices lowered, rendering them inaudible.

In a synchronized motion, the two black-clad men signaled to each other and leaped into the courtyard simultaneously.

Both were highly skilled martial artists, entering the courtyard without a sound.

They tore the paper covering the window and peered inside. Although the room was shrouded in darkness, and they could only discern silhouettes, they witnessed the “amorous scene” unfolding within.

Engrossed in their voyeuristic pursuit, Su Bin’s undercover guard sensed that it was an opportune moment. He gestured for Qin Silong to awaken and urinate, also creating a sound to startle the two intruders.

Appearing would be inconvenient for Su Bin’s secret guard, as Su Bin was still feigning the role of a frail scholar.

In line with Su Bin’s strategy, Qin Silong simulated waking up in the middle of the night, prompted by the sound of the door creaking open. Upon hearing this, the two black-clad men hastily scaled the wall and returned to the palace to make their report.

As Qin Silong overheard the sounds from the room, his face reddened, and he hurriedly retreated to his own quarters.

He wondered if the two inside had genuinely engaged in such activities. The voices sounded somewhat peculiar.

While the room continued with its ruse, Su Bin’s undercover guard briefly hesitated. The authenticity of those sounds gave him pause.

If it was indeed a staged performance, wouldn’t he jeopardize his master’s plan by reporting it prematurely?

After weighing the pros and cons, the secret guard decided not to immediately inform Su Bin that the two black-clad men had departed.

The occupants of the room found themselves rather perplexed.

Could the individual sent by the Emperor be equally eccentric?

They had observed the spectacle for an extended duration. Why hadn’t the interlopers departed?

The issue was that they couldn’t sustain their act any longer.

Eventually, Qin Zhenzhen’s patience wore thin, prompting her to push Su Bin away.

In her vexation, her strength nearly sent Su Bin tumbling under the bed. As the room fell silent, Su Bin’s undercover guard approached. “Young Master, they have left.”

Qin Zhenzhen and Su Bin breathed sighs of relief.

Thankfully, they had vacated the premises. Otherwise, their ruse might have been exposed.

This particular charade had proven to be exceedingly challenging to maintain..