How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Not This Again. Lu Hanzhi was baffled. A reward was a reward, but why the hell did he need Loyalty to the Monarch points?

Couldn’t he exchange it for something else? Like… a general points system?

More importantly—why did he need to be loyal to Yuwen Min? The original novel never said he spared his loyal ministers.

When Yuwen Min went mad, he wouldn’t care if you were loyal or treacherous—he’d still take your head off with a single swing.

Though he hadn’t fully descended into darkness yet, Lu Hanzhi felt that whether Yuwen Min did or not had nothing to do with him.

After all, in the original story, he was merely a side consort to the Crown Prince—someone who had no direct connection to the tyrant himself.

Though, in this life, because of the child he hadn’t strangled, fate had forcibly tied them together. But since Yuwen Min was unaware of that, it meant there was no real connection between them.

Lu Hanzhi took a deep breath and spoke to the system:

“How about… I just refuse this Loyalty to the Monarch point? Can I do that?”

The system:, “Under heaven, all land belongs to the king. As his subject, the host must abide by the system rules.”

Lu Hanzhi: Fuckyou! (Original in English lol)

What kind of bullshit rule was this?! Did they even ask him before throwing him into this damn world?!

But there was nothing he could do about the system. It was an intangible, untouchable thing—completely unremovable.

Ignoring it could even send him back to a death checkpoint with no chance of revival.

He had no choice but to accept the Loyalty to the Monarch point.

Glancing at the darkening sky, Lu Hanzhi sent off Miss Caiwei, then carried a newly awakened Ah Chan back to his room.

Naturally, Ah Chan was hungry. But with two imposing figures in the room, he couldn’t just start nursing in front of them.

So, he gently coaxed Ah Chan while respectfully asking Yuwen Min, “Your Highness, do you have any other needs?”

At that moment, Yuwen Min’s gaze on him shifted—there was something different in his eyes. Lu Hanzhi couldn’t quite understand what it was.

Then he saw Yuwen Min’s lips move, his voice cold as he said,

“Prince Chu’s fever has subsided. Thank you.”

Thank? You??

Lu Hanzhi rubbed his ear. Did he hear that right?

Did Yuwen Min just thank him?

Lu Hanzhi immediately waved a hand, saying, “Oh, don’t mention it! The Eldest Prince and my second brother are close friends. Helping him is as good as helping my brother.”

Yuwen Min knew that his eldest royal brother and Lu Xuzhi—Lu Hanzhi’s second brother—shared a deep friendship. What Lu Hanzhi said wasn’t wrong.

He nodded and said, “Prince Chu woke up for a bit just now and had something to eat. Should he take his medicine again tonight?”

At the mention of this, Lu Hanzhi started worrying again.

Not only did Prince Chu need to take medicine, but he also needed an injection.

When he was unconscious, Lu Hanzhi could manage to get away with it. But now that he was awake, how could he possibly accept an injection? Wouldn’t that be…. a bit strange?

Hopefully, this prince wouldn’t look too closely. Otherwise, how was he supposed to hide his unconventional medical methods?

He figured he needed to make up a story, or else it would be difficult to explain.

So, he nodded and said, “Of course. Why don’t I wait until Prince Chu wakes up and then proceed with the treatment?”

Yuwen Min said no more and simply nodded before adding, “Once Prince Chu recovers, we will leave this place. You don’t have to worry about getting implicated.”

Lu Hanzhi waved his hand dismissively and said, with complete insincerity, “What is Your Highness saying? Am I the kind of person who fears being implicated? Honestly, I never believed that the Eldest Prince would commit treason. He must have been framed by some villain. If there’s a chance to clear his name, I’m sure Prince Chu will be vindicated.”

Yuwen Min suddenly gave Lu Hanzhi a curious glance and crossed his arms. “Oh? Then, who do you think framed my royal brother?”

Lu Hanzhi stiffened in shock and quickly waved his hands. “I wouldn’t dare make reckless claims about such matters. That would be risking my head.”

Yuwen Min let out a cold, arrogant laugh and said, “I absolve you of any crime. Speak.”

The words sounded odd—after all, he was merely Prince Ling’an, just a prince of a commandery.

Even Prince Chu himself wouldn’t dare pardon someone for speaking recklessly about royal secrets. Only the Emperor had the authority to say such words.

Yet, when Yuwen Min said it, it felt utterly natural, as if he was born to utter such declarations—born to be that supreme ruler.

Lu Hanzhi swallowed hard and said, “Your Highness, surely you have some idea. It was Prince Zhou who personally captured Prince Chu and threw him into prison.”

Prince Zhou—Third Prince, Yuwen Jing.

Noticing Yuwen Min’s skeptical expression, Lu Hanzhi forced a weak smile and added, “But Prince Zhou has always been reckless. Whatever he wants is written all over his face. The reason His Majesty hasn’t dealt with him isn’t because he indulges him, but because he finds him useful for balance.

Why is it that Prince Zhou can act so brazenly and yet never be punished, while Prince Chu was imprisoned the moment he was accused? In the end, it all comes down to General Rong.

Prince Zhou doesn’t have the cunning to bring down General Rong like this. As for the Crown Prince… that’s impossible and there’s no need. If the Crown Prince wanted to make a move, he wouldn’t muddy the waters like this. That would only make the situation worse for him. He would pull General Rong to his side and use him instead. With the two other princes ruled out… naturally, Your Highness isn’t a suspect either. You probably have a guess in your heart already, don’t you?”

Having spoken so much, Lu Hanzhi realized he had boarded a pirate ship.

Why did he even bother to warn Yuwen Min? And not just that—he laid everything out plainly, analyzing the entire political landscape for him.

It was because he felt pity. He couldn’t just stand by and watch these two unfortunate people walk step by step into ruin.

Yuwen Jue and Yuwen Min had no desire for the throne, yet they were being used so thoroughly that there would be nothing left of them.

To be fair, Yuwen Ming was truly a talented schemer.

He used Yuwen Jue and Yuwen Min to stir up chaos, then dragged Yuwen Jing into the mess to take the fall.

Yuwen Jing fled to foreign lands, gathered forces, and launched an invasion alongside several small nations, plunging the entire Great Zhao into war.

At the same time, Yuwen Min, allied with General Rong, staged a rebellion. The chaos was orchestrated with impeccable precision. In the end, only he and the Crown Prince remained in the struggle.

The Crown Prince was beset by internal and external crises—he had to fight off Yuwen Jing’s foreign invasion while suppressing Yuwen Min’s rebellion. This gave Yuwen Ming the perfect opening to strike.

At that time, it was Su Wan’ning who protected the Crown Prince with her life. Yuwen Ming, on the other hand, looked at this girl—his beloved, his pampered treasure—with a face full of pain and said, “Little girl, I can’t bear to hurt you. If you’re not happy, then what’s the point of everything I’ve done?”

Just like that, he let the Crown Prince escape, only to later turn around and stab him in the back.

Yuwen Ming’s downfall was that his heart wasn’t ruthless enough.

Even though he had complete control over the situation, in the end, he still lost to the teary eyes of a delicate beauty.

Truly, heroes can never resist a beautiful woman.

Lu Hanzhi took a deep breath and said, “Your Highness, I was just speaking nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.”

Yuwen Min’s sharp features remained imposing even in silence. He narrowed his eyes at Lu Hanzhi.

Of course, he knew about Lu Hanzhi.

The most beautiful Xiao Langjun in the capital, with peach-blossom eyes full of warmth, jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall, and a slender figure like a willow swaying in the breeze.

The small tear mole at the corner of his eye only added to his delicate allure.

Now, dressed in a plain long robe, with slightly curled hair falling onto his chest, he even had a bit of a refined, virtuous air about him.

And… when did he have a child? Why was he here in this countryside estate instead of being married into the Crown Prince’s residence?

Yuwen Min suddenly asked, “What do you think of the Crown Prince?”

Lu Hanzhi’s eyes flashed with surprise. “Huh?”

But Yuwen Min simply lowered his hands and said, “Nothing. I’m going for a walk. You take care of Prince Chu.” With that, he pushed open the door and left the room, leaping onto the rooftop in a single bound.

Lu Hanzhi: …

So what if you have amazing qinggong?

But Yuwen Min’s attitude left Lu Hanzhi completely baffled.

Why had he said so much, only for Yuwen Min to have no reaction at all?

Forget it. Trying to figure out a tyrant’s thoughts was a fool’s errand.

While Prince Chu was still asleep and Prince Ling’an was off on the roof, Lu Hanzhi prepared milk for little Ah Chan.

Ah Chan was starving and latched onto the bottle, sucking fiercely.

In just a few minutes, sixty milliliters of milk was gone.

Why was this little glutton always so hungry? He could eat and sleep well—truly an easy child to take care of.

Looking at him now, he didn’t seem like some destined noble at all.

That whole “seven-star birthmark” prophecy? Just nonsense to fool people.

“Master of all the armies”? More like a kitchen recruit.

Lu Hanzhi sighed and tossed the full-bellied Ah Chan back onto his small bed.

Ah Chan was easy to handle.

Once full, he didn’t cry or fuss—he just lay there licking his lips.

At that moment, sounds came from the couch near the window. Prince Chu had woken up.

Prince Chu looked weak, but his spirit seemed much better.

When Lu Hanzhi saw that he was awake, he immediately stepped forward, bowed, and said, “Your Highness, are you feeling better?”

The moment Prince Chu saw him, his face lit up with surprise and delight. “Hanzhi?” His voice was hoarse—his lungs and throat had both been injured, and he had yet to recover fully.

Lu Hanzhi smiled somewhat sheepishly and said, “It’s me.”

By now, Prince Chu no longer had the appearance of a frail, sickly man on the verge of tears. Instead, he looked refined and composed, exuding a warm and elegant demeanor.

He asked, “Was it you who treated my illness?”

Lu Hanzhi nodded and replied, “Yes. As luck would have it, after arriving here, I happened to encounter a miraculous physician from the Western Regions. He passed on to me an excellent treatment method called intramuscular injection therapy. I used this method to treat Your Highness.”

Prince Chu nodded and said, “I see. You have always been intelligent. Every time your second brother spoke of you, his eyes were filled with pride. It seems you truly did not disappoint him.”

Lu Hanzhi thought to himself, You keep calling ‘my second brother’—the two of you must be quite close.

But it was true. In the original story, it was mentioned multiple times that the Eldest Prince, Yuwen Jue, and Lu Hanzhi’s second brother, Lu Xuzhi, were extremely close, practically inseparable as best friends.

Lu Hanzhi then said, “As it happens, I need to perform a second round of treatment for Your Highness. I’ll need your cooperation.”

Prince Chu, ever patient and good-tempered, replied, “Of course.”

And so, under Prince Chu’s utterly bewildered gaze, Lu Hanzhi pulled down his pants.

A bloodcurdling scream immediately erupted, loud enough to nearly blow the roof off.

Prince Ling’an burst through the door, a heavy sword pressed directly against Lu Hanzhi’s chest.

When he turned back to look at Prince Chu, he saw that the other man was standing there, clutching his pants with an expression of pure embarrassment.

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