Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 20

Chapter 20 The South Xinjiang Saint Child Obsessed with Gu Poison 20

Xie Rong was woken up by the system’s alarm.

Warning! The main storyline has severely deviated from the track! The host must immediately take corrective measures!

He managed to open his eyes a crack and saw Lu Yi sitting beside him, head bowed, writing something with a brush. Drowsily, he asked, “System, what is he doing?”

The white slime, seeing that he was finally awake, burst into tears: The protagonist is writing a letter of resignation! Not only is he quitting his post, but he also hijacked you on the way to the palace banquet and plans to wander the world with you!

Host, he’s gone mad!

Xie Rong slowly sat up.

This slight movement caused the man to immediately turn his head. “Awake?”

Lu Yi’s voice was hoarse, and a new wound marked his shoulder. His dark eyes gazed deeply at Xie Rong.

“You’ve already kidnapped a heinous criminal like me, so why bother writing a resignation letter for show?” Xie Rong yawned, a tear welling up at the corner of his eye. “You are truly hypocritical.”

“Mm,” Lu Yi turned back to continue writing the letter, speaking softly, “The necessary procedures must still be followed, lest people gossip.”

Xie Rong was amused by his contradictory behavior and laughed until tears streamed down his face, clutching his stomach. But as he laughed, he remembered that Lu Yi had never been infected with the Love Gu, and his small face instantly clouded over. He stopped laughing.

Ho… Host, are we still going to save this plot? the system stammered.

“What kind of system are we?”

The Villain System.

“Good. Don’t mention the word ‘save’ again. It disgraces your identity as a Villain System. Did you remember that?” Xie Rong said gently.

Anything related to saving is the protagonist’s job.

As for him, he only needed to commit to being wicked until the end.

Xie Rong leaned close to Lu Yi and reached out to pull his letter away.

After reading the letter, he said, “Don’t you want me to pay attention to you? I’ll help you write a new letter of resignation and send it to that old hag. How about that?”

Lu Yi paused, then took a fresh sheet of paper and handed it to him. “Alright.”

Xie Rong took the brush and wrote:

“Old hag, I have accepted your court lackey. He asked me to relay a message to you: from now on, he is my lackey. Not only would he rescue me, but he would also commit treason. If you know what’s good for you, let us go quietly. Otherwise, he will personally take the head of you old dog.”

After finishing, Xie Rong drew a large ghost face at the end of the letter.

He curled his lips.

When the Empress Dowager received this letter, she would surely hate Lu Yi to death!

But Xie Rong thought of the snake Gu that had been snatched away by the eagle and his face turned cold again.

Just making that woman angry wasn’t enough.

Host, you’re doing bad things again! The white slime nudged him. The plot is already chaotic. If you cause more trouble, I can’t guarantee that the Main System won’t notice.

A flicker of malice escaped the corner of Xie Rong’s eye. He quietly folded the letter, sealed it in an envelope with wax.

“Make sure it gets into the Empress Dowager’s hands, or I will be angry.”

“Alright,” Lu Yi put the letter away, his gaze fixed on him intently. “We still need to travel for about a night. You should sleep some more. I will watch over you.”

Xie Rong was still half-asleep, and hearing this, he immediately lay down and drifted off.

Lu Yi watched him in silence.

He knew clearly that the person before him had no pity, was obsessed with refining Gu, and would commit any evil deed for it. Human lives were worth less than a single insect egg to him.

Vicious, arrogant, and bad-tempered, prone to fits of rage and slapping people, constantly baring his fangs and claws, and loving to cause mischief.

Such a bad person should be locked up in the Imperial Prison and properly disciplined.

Yet, at this moment, Lu Yi was perfectly clear about what he was doing.

He had rescued this very bad wild cat and abandoned everything to wander the world with him.

Perhaps by tomorrow morning, the wanted posters for him and Xie Rong would cover the entire Daliang Dynasty.

Lu Yi had lived for twenty years without ever violating the laws of Daliang or doing anything that troubled his conscience.

Tonight was the first time. He had masked his face, used sleeping powder to knock out the guards transporting the iron cage, and used brute force with his blade to break open the cage, stealing the unconscious bad cat nestled in his arms.

When leaving the palace gates, the Imperial Guards on duty were confused as to why he was appearing in the palace again, wrapped in a cloak and holding someone, when he had taken leave.

Lu Yi had to claim he had caught a cold and that the person in his arms was the ‘cold’ antidote bestowed upon him by the Empress Dowager.

Fortunately, he was usually known for his upright and rigid adherence to principles. None of the Imperial Guards or colleagues he encountered on the road doubted his fabricated excuse. They even joked that now that he had been promoted, he should be more lenient in his future duties.

Lu Yi’s arms, holding Xie Rong, were trembling, but he maintained a façade of calm, moving swiftly to carry the person out of the palace.

Xie Rong was bad, but they had already done what only a married couple would do. He liked Xie Rong, and their crimes should be tied together.

The Empress Dowager, acting on selfish desires, disregarded the lives of the people in Miedie Valley and sent people to forcibly enter the valley to capture Xie Rong. What kind of good person was she?

Now that the people in the valley were free and safe, why should Xie Rong be dragged to the palace banquet by that woman, the Empress Dowager, to suffer public humiliation?

The mere thought of that scene was enough for the anger in Lu Yi’s heart to burn away all reason.

As a true man, he felt no guilt for what he did tonight, even if he were to die and meet his ancestors in the underworld.

Lu Yi held his breath and slowly lowered his head. His lips were about to touch Xie Rong’s forehead when the carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

“Lu—” Jin Jiuzhou, wearing a straw hat and disguised as a coachman, lifted the curtain and immediately snapped, “Were you trying to kiss him?”

Lu Yi’s face was wooden. “No.”

Jin Jiuzhou’s eyes were red with anger. He viciously whipped the horse. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t help you.”

“In terms of looks, in terms of family background, how am I worse than you?” Jin Jiuzhou’s voice gradually lowered. “It’s just that I met him later than you.”

“The Empress Dowager won’t let you off easily, but once you’ve submitted your resignation, countless people in the capital will fixate on the newly vacant Commander position. She won’t have the time to chase after a useless chess piece and a relatively unimportant criminal. At most, she’ll just be angry that her Empress Dowager’s authority was challenged.”

“I know,” Lu Yi glanced at the sleeping person. “He was afraid my words would be too rigid and unyielding, so he rewrote a new one for me.”

“Oh,” Jin Jiuzhou said expressionlessly. “Then congratulations.”

The carriage traveled for a day and a night, finally stopping before a modest village just as the last rays of the setting sun lingered.

Lu Yi carried the person out of the carriage.

“I can only take you this far,” Jin Jiuzhou turned his face away, leaning against the carriage frame. “When he wakes up, don’t forget to tell him that I deserve half the credit.”

Jin Jiuzhou was even a little envious of Lu Yi, who could decisively abandon everything. The Jin family had deep roots; he could not leave.

The hatred he felt when he was first captured in the valley and maliciously bullied by that person was real, but the subsequent awakening of his first love was also real.

Xie Rong committed countless wicked acts. Everyone captured by him in the valley had genuinely hated him at one point.

But he was so young. He was only eighteen, having run away from South Xinjiang alone to the Central Plains at sixteen. His house was filled only with snakes and venomous insects. No elder taught him what love was, what was right, what was wrong, or what propriety and integrity meant.

When he did bad things, he only felt smug, thinking he was a local emperor whom everyone had to obey. Yet, in two years, not a single person had died by his hand.

He shouldn’t be trapped in the cold Imperial Prison. He should go and experience what is wrong, what is right, and what love is.

Lu Yi held his breath and slowly lowered his head.