Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

Jianye City

严家

The southeast courtyard remains serene and elegant, with tall, lush bamboo.

The branches bend down like a waterfall of emerald clouds, cascading down in layers.

A gentle breeze stirs, and the green waves ripple.

"Splashing" is a pleasant, soft sound.

In this scene, one can only sigh at the tranquility of life.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

A maid named Xin'er, dressed in a pink dress, ran into the hall while calling out.

"Slow down, you're a grown man, why are you still so restless?"

Yan Chong sat in the hall, dressed in a dark blue embroidered robe and a white jade belt around his waist. With his handsome appearance, he looked every bit the playboy.

Although his words were accusatory, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Xin'er has delicate features. Perhaps because she was running, her nose was slightly swollen and her cheeks were rosy, making her very cute.

She wiped her forehead, then reached out and handed over a scroll, saying:

"A servant from Yunji Painting Shop in the north of the city has come to deliver a painting, saying it was ordered by you, young master."

"Oh, that's pretty fast!"

As he spoke, Yan Chong took the scroll and then unfurled it.

The painting depicts a young man whose appearance bears a striking resemblance to Yan Chong, with arched eyebrows, a high nose, and moist lips—a handsome young man indeed.

However, the person in the painting has small eyes, a pointed face, and prominent cheekbones, giving off a frivolous and arrogant impression.

"Isn't this the second young master? What do you need his portrait for, young master?"

Xin'er was very puzzled. Weren't her young master and the second young master always at odds?

You ask me, who do I ask?

Yan Chong was speechless, but he still used his divine sense to scan the painting, while pretending to be calm and saying:

"I use this painting to constantly remind myself that there is no kinship in the Yan family."

Is that so? Then shouldn't it be vilified?

Xin'er tilted her head in confusion, but only for a moment before she seemed to remember something and quickly said:

"By the way, young master, speaking of the second young master, it seems like we haven't seen him in the manor for a long time."

Yes, it's been almost a year since we last met!

Yan Chong wasn't curious before, after all, he was relieved to have someone who was always showing off in front of him.

But after returning from Xiangyun Tower, he felt that something was wrong with everything.

Thinking about it carefully, Yan Jing had never been away from home for such a long time, even when he was away from home.

According to Yan Changsheng, he went to gain experience.

But we're both just raw materials, what's the point of using us!

...No matter how you look at it, it's just an excuse to appease people.

What secrets are they hiding?

Furthermore, the family elders have not appeared for a long time.

Yan Changsheng claimed to be in seclusion, but now it seems that may not be the case.

"Xin'er, how's the situation with the main house that I asked you to inquire about?"

"We have news."

Xin'er leaned closer and whispered:

"I made a special befriend a sister from the main house. She was the master's close maid and was responsible for serving him in bed."

"oh!"

Yan Chong was somewhat surprised and said:

"When did Yan Changsheng develop this hobby?"

"Young Master, you don't understand. According to her, Master is very skilled at this game, he knows everything, but he doesn't know how to play for long..." Xin'er said, her face inexplicably turning red.

You old lewd man!

Despite his apparent status as a playboy, Yan Chong was somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

After all, having never experienced human affairs, how could one possibly understand them?

That girl just says whatever comes to mind.

Xin'er belatedly realized what was happening, and her already flushed face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.

The atmosphere inside the room suddenly took on an indescribable and ambiguous meaning.

It seemed ambiguous, but lacked any sticky physical contact.

She seemed shy, but lacked the emotional progression.

"Cough, cough"

Yan Chong couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer, so he could only force himself to cough twice and say:

"Xin'er, don't listen to those filthy things anymore, let's talk about serious matters."

"..."

Xin'er was stunned, somewhat taken aback.

"Speak up?"

"Yan Chong urged.

"oh oh"

Xin'er snapped out of her daze after hearing this, but a moment later she felt awkward and said embarrassedly:

"Um, young master, where were we?"

...Girl, you did this on purpose, didn't you!

Yan Chong's forehead veins throbbed. If it weren't for the maid who had always been his only companion, he would have seriously suspected that Xin'er was a spy sent by Yan Changsheng.

"A dedicated bed-sitting servant!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, yes, I remember now."

Xin'er looked as if she had just realized something, and then said:

"She is probably the person in the mansion who knows the master's daily routine best, but there are two days in particular that she doesn't know about."

"Oh, which two days?"

"The beginning of blood and the end of the month."

Yan Chong was puzzled, asking, "Why?"

"According to her, the master has been forbidding her from serving anyone these past two days and has also prohibited anyone from entering the room, saying it's for her spiritual practice."

There's a problem with setting a fixed date for a one- or two-day retreat!

Putting everything else aside, the dates themselves are special, being the darkest days at the beginning and end of the month.

Yan Chong's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said:

"What day is it today?"

"The day before the darkest hour"

Yan Chong nodded.

tomorrow!

...Father, I want to see what secrets you're hiding.

……

芒砀山

Deep Forest Road

The firelight was bright, casting a shadow.

"Sizzle, sizzle"

The faint sound echoed in the silence.

The weeds swayed, a sudden gust of cold wind blew by, and a head slowly peeked out from the darkness.

"Shh, listen, can you hear something?"

Youchawei spoke cautiously, his eyes darting around as if he were seeing enemies everywhere.

Perhaps due to excessive tension, someone chimed in, their voice trembling with anxiety, saying: