How To Survive as a Villain

Xiao Fengyue raised his head and looked at the window: “Young Master? Oh, I’m aware of that, I’ll go in a minute.”

“Is LiuAn not back from his trip yet?” Xiao YuAn asked.

“LiuAn came back this afternoon. He’s probably taking inventory of the goods right now, Young Master.” Xiao Fengyue replied.

Xiao YuAn then said while smiling: “I’ll go call Chungui.” After that, he went towards the East wing.

Xiao Fengyue put down the account book in his hands, and fell in a trance for a brief moment.

He thought about the Emperor, who had been loved by thousands of people ever since he was born. He could have the wind and the rain, but now he had to run away in disgrace. He should be a proud and arrogant man, despising the world that treated him like this. Unexpectedly, he was very easy-going, and he adapted really quickly to his current situation. Indeed, the wind starts at the end of Qingping, and ends between the grass¹.

The most inexplicable thing was that when the Emperor arrived at Taoyuan Village, he said that he was going to change his name. However, Xiao Fengyue and Yang LiuAn understood. After all, he was the former Emperor of a former Dynasty, and in case he met a person who knew about his true identity, it would be hard to explain his current situation.

But, to their surprise, the Emperor not only changed his own name, but he also changed his surname. He said that his new surname will be Xiao, and his name YuAn

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Yang LiuAn and Xiao Fengyue felt very confused, but they didn’t dare to ask anything more; because regardless of whether he changed his surname and name or not, they still called him ‘Young Master’, so they wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

Xiao Fengyue settled down his mind, got up and went to the main hall. As he passed by the courtyards, he saw from afar a man washing his face and hands. The crystal clear drops of water reflected the bright sunshine, sliding down the side of the man’s face, and staining his front lapel a dark color. When he heard footsteps approaching, Yang LiuAn turned around. When he saw that it was Xiao Fengyue, his eyebrows curled out with an undisguised smile: “A-Yue!”

Xiao Fengyue listened to the wanton and magnanimous ‘A-Yue’, only to feel the warm sunshine hitting the softest part of his heart. He took a few steps forwards towards Yang LiuAn. With one hand pulling his own sleeve, he wiped the water drops on Yang LiuAn’s face: “Just finished with the inventory?”

Yang LiuAn allowed Xiao Fengyue to wipe the water off his face and then nodded: “Yes, I just returned to the residence when I met a messenger, who gave me a letter from the Western Shu Kingdom, for the Young Master.”

“It must be a letter from the Princess. I’ll give it to the Young Master after dinner.” Xiao Fengyue raised a warm smile.

Yang LiuAn nodded: “Of course. Let’s go to the dining room quickly, Third Aunt announced that dinner was ready a moment ago.”

“Yes.” Xiao Fengyue, without losing the smile on his face, held Yang LiuAn’s shoulders with both hands, tilting his head up and kissing him gently on the lips.

Yang LiuAn naturally put his arm around Xiao Fengyue’s waist as he closed his eyes to kiss his cold lips, warming them for a brief moment before they separated.

After the kiss, they chatted about their day and walked towards the dining room, when suddenly, they heard the sound of things falling to the ground coming from the East Wing. They both stopped walking and looked at each other at the same time.

“Should we go to have a look?” Yang LiuAn asked hesitantly.

Xiao Fengyue pondered about it for a while. He shook his head and said: “We better don’t go, the Young Master will deal with it. I’m afraid that we will just add more chaos if we go.”

Yang LiuAn looked sideways towards the location of the East Wing, and nodded silently with a sigh.

At that moment, in the East Wing, Xiao YuAn bent down to pick up the inkstone that was dropped by Xie Chungui, and gently placed it on the table.

Xie Chungui’s hands were full of ink stains, and there were dozens of pieces of rice paper in front of him, each paper filled with names. Li Wuding’s name was the first, and then the names of all the soldiers of the Northern Kingdom, that Xie Chungui could remember, followed. The two characters of the Northern Kingdom were closely written behind the names. Of course, the handwriting was correct, but the way it looked was like the appearance of a fierce beast, waving its teeth and claws.

“Chungui, Chungui.” Xiao YuAn, after placing the inkstone down, stretched out his hand and held Xie Chungui’s writing hand: “Dinner’s ready.”

Xiao YuAn took the trouble to repeat the words over and over again, until finally, Xie Chungui stopped moving his hand. Looking up at Xiao YuAn, his face showing the ignorance and innocence only an eight or nine year old could express.

Xiao YuAn pulled him out of the wing room and took him to the courtyard, fetching a basin filled with fresh water, and washed Xie Chungui’s hands for him.

Xiao YuAn once entrusted someone to go to the Northern Kingdom to inquire about the whereabouts of the Xie Family, however, the news he got were devastating: The day the Northern Kingdom fell, the whole Xie family hanged themselves in their house. They swore to live and die with the Country, and no one survived.

“Xiao-gege, Xiao-gege, what will we eat at dinner?” Xie Chungui blinked and asked Xiao YuAn.

“Hmm…” Xiao YuAn pretended to think it over, then looked up and smiled: “I think Third Aunt has made stewed duck soup.”

“Wow! I love to eat this!” Xie Chungui cheered and ran towards the main hall without wiping his hands.

Xiao YuAn heeded behind him a few times, but didn’t call out to him. He shrugged helplessly and poured out the dirty water with ink from the basin, walking to the main hall afterwards.

In the main hall, Yang LiuAn and Xiao Fengyue were sitting at the table without moving their chopsticks, obviously waiting for him. Xie Chungui was already drinking the duck soup directly from the bowl, like a happy kid.

When they first came to Taoyuan Village a year ago, Yang LiuAn and Xiao Fengyue were planning to share the table with Xiao YuAn, but they were also always concerned about their own inferior status; so they wanted to flatter and support Xiao YuAn in everything. Xiao YuAn corrected them many times before gradually getting used to it.

“Young Master.” After seeing Xiao YuAn sitting down at the table, Yang LiuAn handed over a letter.

“Oh? What’s this?” Xiao YuAn took it with a doubtful look on his face.

“A letter from the Western Shu Kingdom.”

“Western Shu Kingdom?” Slightly surprised, Xiao YuAn opened it and read its contents over and over again, so shocked that he almost stood up.

“What’s wrong, Young Master?” Xiao Fengyue and Yang LiuAn were very puzzled.

Xiao YuAn put away the letter, calmed down, and said: “Ning’er and Xiao PingYang are getting married and invited me to the wedding ceremony in the Imperial City of the Western Shu Kingdom.”

Ahhh YLA and XFY acting so lovey dovey (((o(♡´▽`♡)o))) I’m blushing(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Yongning and Xiao PingYang are getting married!! ! ! ☆*:. o(≧▽≦)o .:*☆