I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 375 Yin Lan Ci

"Tch, appointing such a dying old man as county magistrate, who has even lost his official seal, the emperor is truly incompetent."

The young man in white picked at his ear, then released his right hand, causing the wine jug to fall vertically, grazing the head of the most enthusiastic diner below, shattering on the ground with a "crack," splashing wine everywhere.

The lobby fell silent instantly, and all the diners looked up at the second floor.

The first thing that catches the eye is a young man dressed in white, standing by the railing with an otherworldly appearance. A bright red cinnabar mole is visible between his eyebrows, and his slender eyebrows and eyes are as if meticulously drawn by a painter. His indifference reveals a hint of compassion for humanity, like a Buddha enshrined in a temple.

Many men and women were so engrossed in watching that they completely forgot that the Buddha had just thrown down a wine pot, which almost hit someone.

However, they forgot that the diners who were nearly hit did not forget.

He stood up angrily, hands on his hips, ready to curse the other man's ancestors, but the other man tossed him a silver ingot: "My hand slipped, apology."

Although the voice was as melodious as a piano, the actions and tone were completely insincere, almost like giving a beggar a hand, making one really want to beat him up.

However, seeing the two freshly made fingerprints on the silver ingot, the diners didn't dare to pursue the matter further and quickly paid their bill and left.

Seeing this, the young man in white scoffed disdainfully. Just as he was about to ask the waiter to bring another pot of wine, a dark figure appeared behind him like a ghost, his voice hoarse as if burned: "Young Master Xuan, the master is looking for you."

"Understood." Pingxuan replied without turning his head to look. Instead, he snapped his fingers at the waiter downstairs, ordered a pot of Springtime Intoxication, and carried it up to the third floor.

The third floor is all upper-class rooms, a total of four, which they have booked.

Pingxuan walked to the door of the middle room, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "It's me."

The door creaked open.

He nodded to Chi Nian, who opened the door, and stepped inside.

A subtle fragrance wafted through the room, accompanied by the melodious sound of a zither.

A person lies on their side on a chaise longue by the window, eyes lightly closed, left hand supporting their head, right hand casually resting on their leg, gently tapping out a rhythm to the music.

Her black hair, streaked with silver, snaked across the couch like a serpent.

"Master." Pingxuan placed the wine pot on the table, stood a step away from the Xiangfei couch, and respectfully called out.

Yin Lanci gently raised her hand, and the music stopped.

She slowly opened her eyes, her dark pupils surrounded by a faint red glow, like a ferocious beast in the mountains, ready to devour its prey.

What's all the noise outside?

Her voice was a little hoarse, yet it had a peculiar rhythm that made you unconsciously want to answer her.

Pingxuan lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the pair of white soft shoes on his feet, and said, "The government has posted a notice that a thief has sneaked into the county government office and stolen the county magistrate's official seal. The county magistrate has ordered the city gates to be sealed off and the entire city to be searched for the thief. People are allowed to enter but not leave."

"Stealing from the county government office in broad daylight, how interesting." Yin Lanci lazily stretched out his hand, his red nail polish on his fingertips catching the eye, and slightly hooked his finger. "Come here."

The single, softly spoken word instantly flushed the face of the indifferent young man, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

Yin Lanci was satisfied with what she saw. She sat up, rested her chin on the young man's shoulder, and traced her red fingernails across his beautiful face. Suddenly, she applied more pressure, drawing a long, bloody gash on his chin.

Ping Xuan hissed coldly, his brows furrowing slightly, but he neither flinched nor removed the hand from his face. Yin Lanci poked at the freshly scratched wound with her fingernail, her voice soft enough to melt: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Pingxuan turned his head and placed a light kiss on her fingertips. "As long as it's your master, your disciple will gladly endure it."

"Good boy." Yin Lanci leaned closer and gently licked his chin with her tongue, wiping away the beads of blood that had welled up.

The fresh blood made her squint her eyes in enjoyment, and the red ring around her dark pupils seemed to become even redder.

The freshly made wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace.

Looking at her most satisfying masterpiece, Yin Lanci fell into the young man's arms and, without warning, burst into laughter with great pleasure, her body trembling with joy.

She was extremely fair-skinned, her exposed skin even whiter than the snow-white satin and gauze she wore, as if she were born with less color than ordinary people.

Although slender, she was exquisitely beautiful. Just lying there, she resembled a willow branch swaying in the clouds, exuding a languid charm that drew people's attention. Now that she was moving, she was even more captivating.

Pingxuan's eyes were filled with infatuation. He gently put his arm around her and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. Only after she had finished laughing did he speak:
"The number of soldiers in the city is increasing, and now that the city gates are sealed, it doesn't seem as simple as it looks. We should leave the city first to avoid being trapped."

"Are you scared?" Yin Lanci raised her hand to hug the young man's neck, snuggled closer, their chests pressed together, and looked at him with a smile.

"With Master here, I'm not afraid." Pingxuan's cheeks flushed again as he loosely embraced her slender waist, as if afraid that the beauty in his arms might accidentally fall.

Yin Lanci loved the way this face looked when it blushed, and Pingxuan always knew how to please her.

She reached out and pinched the young man's chin, pulling him closer. Her rouge-covered red lips pressed against his, licking, biting, and caressing his pale lips, savoring them tenderly.

The aroma wafted in the air, and the sound of water splashed.

Everyone else in the room lowered their eyes, like emotionless puppets.

Only the man in blue standing by the screen showed a flicker of emotion in his eyes, and his hand, hidden in his sleeve, slowly clenched into a fist.

"Alright." Yin Lanci pointed her finger at Ping Xuan's head, which was leaning forward. Her gaze swept past the bite mark on his lips, and her fingertip moved down to rub it until it was redder.

The wound oozes blood, like festering flower sap.

Pingxuan's eyes were filled with tears, her chest heaving, and her originally indifferent face was tinged with desire, adding a touch of allure. If she were outside, she would definitely attract a swarm of admirers.

Yin Lanci seemed not to notice the beautiful woman, but gently leaned over and licked the blood off his lips. Before the young man could make a move, she slipped out of his arms without hesitation, pointed her toes and gently kicked the young man's leg: "Let's talk business."

Ping Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he barely suppressed his agitation. He bent down to pick up the soft shoes and put them on Yin Lanci, while also adjusting the hem of her clothes to cover up an embarrassing spot.

Seeing his action, Yin Lanci chuckled with her eyes crinkling, and with her soft-shoes, she lifted the hem of his shirt and stomped down hard the moment the young man's breathing became heavier.

Caught off guard, Pingxuan doubled over in pain, his face drained of color, and he pleaded softly, "Master."

"Boring." Yin Lanci withdrew her foot, got up and sat down at the table.

Pingxuan, disregarding the pain in one area, hurried over to pour her wine and respectfully served it.

"Yesterday, Huang Qian led his troops into the city and captured many people, only two of whom escaped." Yin Lanci held his wine cup, gently swirling it and inhaling the aroma. "Huang Qian dared not enter the city without orders; it seems the people the court sent this time have the emperor's deep trust. Has Hongying sent any message?"

"No." Pingxuan's expression returned somewhat, and he took a hairpin to tie up her long, trailing hair. "Should we send someone to look for her?"