How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 144

Chapter 144

That single remark drove Yuwen Min wild.

His eyes blazed with fire, as if ready to ignite Lu Hanzhi.

Lu Hanzhi held Yuwen Min’s head and kissed his forehead. “Wang Ye, did you just take a bath? Your hair smells so good! Did you use lavender shampoo? No… this scent… is it locust blossom? Or maybe bay leaf?”

Yuwen Min buried his face in Lu Hanzhi’s neck and inhaled deeply. “I don’t know. It’s what Wang Fei left by the bathing pool.”

Lu Hanzhi thought for a moment. “Oh, that’s calendula. No wonder it smelled familiar!”

Yuwen Min kissed him lightly. “I soaked for a long time, washing away the smoke and chaos of the recent battles.”

Lu Hanzhi smiled softly. “Wang Ye, you came prepared?”

Yuwen Min grabbed a strand of his black hair. “Wang Fei is meticulous about cleanliness…”

Lu Hanzhi laughed. “Wang Ye, you know me so well?”

Yuwen Min tidied the strand of hair. “We’ve been married nearly a year. Shouldn’t I know you by now?”

In a daze, Lu Hanzhi felt light-headed, his scent filling the room.

Yuwen Min greedily inhaled the fragrance from his hair, his gaze growing increasingly intoxicated.

Soon, the sounds in the room softened, then rose again.

A full moon shone through the window, and the couple shared their hearts.

That night, Lu Hanzhi slept deeply, more peacefully than ever before.

He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly—perhaps when he was a child, with both parents alive.

When his parents died, he was only sixteen or seventeen.

As a child, he had been the most glorious young master, until a sudden accident took his parents’ lives.

A group of relatives, greedy and watchful, had all set their eyes on his family’s wealth.

Fortunately, he was strong-willed. At sixteen or seventeen, he summoned the lawyers his parents had trusted and, with just his words, scared off every relative—none dared to approach again.

Those relatives had underestimated his age, thinking he didn’t understand. In truth, he understood everything.

But since then, he often woke in the night.

Any small noise would stir him awake. Nightmares woke him. Sometimes he woke for no reason at all.

In short, he never slept peacefully.

He often slept late and woke late.

When he worked as a corporate drone, he changed companies multiple times—all because he couldn’t wake up in the morning.

Later, he joined a company with flexible hours. From then on, his mother never had to worry about him being late again.

Note; in case readers don’t understand, it means his mother was worried about him being late when she was alive so now that he can’t be late he said it like that.

Nestled in Yuwen Min’s arms, Lu Hanzhi even had a dream.

He dreamt of sitting in the back seat of a car as a child, with his young parents taking him to an amusement park.

That day, the fair had been lively, with clowns, little Simba the lion, Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck.

When he woke up, Lu Hanzhi felt warm and comfortable, reluctant to leave the bed.

He thought to himself, Here we go again, my lazy-staying-in-bed habit is back, yet he stubbornly stayed put.

The sun hung high, and Yuwen Min had already returned from the morning court session.

Seeing Lu Hanzhi still lingering in bed, he slipped his cool hand under the blanket and asked if he wanted to get up.

Lu Hanzhi laughed while dodging it. “Not getting up, not getting up. It’s spring—how is your hand still so cold?”

Yuwen Min replied, “I just washed my hands. Spring water is still chilly.”

Lu Hanzhi, wearing his inner garments, made space for him to lie down.

Leaning on the bed, Yuwen Min asked, “Have you had breakfast?”

Lu Hanzhi shook his head pitifully. “I don’t want to eat.”

Frowning, Yuwen Min asked, “Don’t want to eat? Why? Are you still feeling nauseous?”

He shook his head again. “I’m just… tired!”

Yuwen Min sighed helplessly. “Tired? Then I’ll massage your waist.”

Lu Hanzhi grabbed his big hand and pressed it against his own cheek. “Wang Ye, I’m not tired from my body—I’m tired from my mouth! If you’d told me your size earlier, I would’ve refused last night!”

Yuwen Min: …

Starting the day with that kind of comment—is that appropriate?

He stared at him in disbelief. “Hanzhi, you…”

Lu Hanzhi lay in bed, giggling foolishly. “Me? What about me?”

Yuwen Min could no longer hold back. He bent down and kissed him, and soon the two settled into a quiet calm.

By noon, Lu Hanzhi finally got out of bed. He realized he couldn’t go on like this—sooner or later, he might be exhausted to death.

This time, it wasn’t just his back; his stomach also felt slightly off.

Lin Chongyun had said it was fine—but hadn’t warned him about overdoing it.

After washing and eating a bit, he saw Ah Chan dressed in spring clothes, looking every bit like a little gentleman.

Lu Hanzhi noticed that Ah Chan and Yuwen Min looked increasingly alike, especially their long, narrow phoenix eyes.

Those eyes gave off an inexplicable sense of authority—commanding respect even without anger.

He walked over, picked up Ah Chan, and asked, “Where’s your Senior Brother Liu?”

Ah Chan pointed outside, indicating that Xiao Liuzi had gone to school.

Lu Hanzhi then asked, “What did you have for breakfast?”

“Porridge,” Ah Chan replied.

“Who dressed you?” Lu Hanzhi asked again.

“Ah Bu!”

“Ah Shu Auntie dressed you?” Lu Hanzhi exclaimed in surprise.

Ah Chan nodded, but when a beautiful little butterfly fluttered by, he ran after it, shouting, “Ahhh little Fu Jie!”

Note: butterfly is Hu Die and Ah Chan pronunciation is Fu Jie.

But his short legs couldn’t keep up. With a thud, he fell face-first into the dirt.

Lu Hanzhi: …

“Hahahahahaha…”

Luan Feng frowned, ran over, and helped Ah Chan up. “Young Master, how can you laugh? Ah Chan just fell!”

Lu Hanzhi covered his mouth. “Sorry, Ah Chan. Daddy didn’t mean it.”

Ah Chan rubbed his little belly and seemed unconcerned, immediately running after the butterfly again.

Lu Hanzhi muttered, “This temperament… who did he inherit it from?”

Luan Feng went back to her embroidery on the garden swing, watching Ah Chan run about.

She had now shifted from being Lu Hanzhi’s personal maid to Ah Chan’s dedicated nanny.

Yuwen Jue came over holding Ah Meng. Soon, they would have Ah Meng’s full-month celebration and Ah Chan’s “grab the prize” ceremony.

Both sides agreed that having the celebrations close together would make everything lively.

Yuwen Jue, holding Ah Meng, sat in front of Lu Hanzhi and said, “I discussed with your second brother. We’ll hold the celebration at the residence on Qinglong Street for both children.”

Lu Hanzhi had no objections. “Of course. I want to stay with second brother and sister-in-law then.”

“Naturally,” Yuwen Jue said. “Mother Concubine can also stay at the residence for a few days. Since she’s now the Imperial Noble Concubine, she can move in and out freely.”

Lu Hanzhi was delighted. He remembered clearly how tragically Imperial Concubine Rong had died in his previous life.

Now that she was thriving, he felt genuinely happy for her.

It was the result of their joint effort as the younger generation, but the road ahead was still long—they still had to work hard.

Lu Hanzhi felt it was time for him to take on a new mission.

The sixth-stage mission had been stagnant for too long; it couldn’t remain paused forever.

Knocking out the female lead now seemed impossible. She held the title of the crown prince’s side consort, and all the treasonous plots had been pinned on Yuwen Mingji, leaving her untouched.

Even if Lu Hanzhi told the emperor, would he believe it?

A frail young woman, making such a huge stir in the Western Regions and plotting rebellion and usurpation—telling that story would sound absurd.

Lu Hanzhi reasoned that the system worked stage by stage. Since he was only at stage six, it must have its own pace.

So he decided to move forward step by step, achieving success gradually.

After all, he had already crossed over. Here, he had bonds, a lover, and a child.

Going back?

Alas, going back was impossible.

Returning meant only guarding the big house left by his parents and some sentimental relics, with nothing else worth clinging to.

The next day, Yuwen Min waved his hand, instructing the maids and servants to begin moving the household.

It took more than a dozen carriages to finally move everything.

The plaques from Prince An’s residence and Prince Chu’s residence were taken down, and the mansions were left empty and returned to the imperial court.

After all, these were granted residences from the emperor, not private property.

Lu Hanzhi felt a little uneasy—so it turned out that living in these places all along, they had really been state property.

Yuwen Min found him amusing and said, “How about I arrange another separate residence for you, Wang Fei?”

Lu Hanzhi replied, “No need. Your Wang Fei has money.”

Indeed, who in the capital could make money as well as Lu Hanzhi?

Since his second sister-in-law had just given birth, Lu Hanzhi didn’t want him overworking. So, moving between the two mansions, they spent the entire day cleaning and organizing everything.

He even sent someone to the porcelain kiln at the estate to pick a few vases for flowers in the rooms. Spring was in full bloom, and any flowers would look beautiful in them.

Ah Shu limped along, pulling the little ones to pick flowers. The new mansion was grand and beautiful, and the children were eager to explore their new territory.

Seeing Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi return shoulder to shoulder, Lu Hanzhi approached and asked, “Are you going out tonight? Tomorrow Ah Chan and Ah Meng will have their celebrations. Many guests will come, including the crown prince. Do you want to check the guest list?”

Yuwen Min said, “No need. Wang Fei has handled everything properly. We can trust it.”

Lu Hanzhi: …I don’t even trust myself.

He asked, “Are you going out on business?”

Yuwen Min said, “Yes. The diplomatic mission from Eastern Sea* has arrived in Great Zhao to pay respects and negotiate. The emperor ordered the two of us to receive them. They happen to arrive in the capital tonight. As the principal and deputy hosts, we have to meet them.”

Note: Eastern Sea area refers to Japan.

Lu Hanzhi asked, “Eh? Isn’t the Honglu Temple supposed to receive them? Even if princes need to appear, shouldn’t it be the crown prince?”

Both men looked puzzled, but since the emperor had assigned the task, they would do their utmost to complete it.

Lu Hanzhi asked, “So you won’t be back tonight?”

Lu Xuzhi replied, “We’ll return, of course, but it will be later.”

A smile spread across Lu Hanzhi’s face. “That’s wonderful! Tonight I’ll go sleep with second sister-in-law.”

Yuwen Min raised an eyebrow. “Han’er, don’t corrupt elder brother.”

Lu Hanzhi glared. “Who? Corrupt what? Don’t blame me for that!”

Yuwen Min sighed and left the mansion with Lu Xuzhi.

The princes were always busy, seldom seen. But that was fine—tonight, he had a new mission to tackle, and with them gone, he could focus entirely on his work.

After dinner, Lu Hanzhi opened his long-neglected mental space, only to be stunned by a sudden burst of fireworks.

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