This Is What a Villain Is Like

’On the other hand, here I am, a cheat, indulging in pleasure and the company of women. It’s actually a little shameful, now that I think about it.’

So, Jiang Lan shifted on Chu Chan’s soft legs, finding a more comfortable position.

’Anyway, since I’m a cheat, I deserve to enjoy myself.’

"Young Master..."

Chu Chan leaned against the soft couch cushions, her delicate, fair hand gently massaging the space between Jiang Lan’s brows. Her voice was soft and enchanting.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, her legs were long, straight, and slender, as fair and smooth as if carved from the finest jade.

Her petite, jade-like feet were visible through her silk socks, which were as thin as Cloud Gauze. Her toenails, intentionally painted a cardamom-red, seemed to glow, adding a peculiar charm.

"Hm? What is it?" Jiang Lan replied casually.

"Well..."

Chu Chan smiled happily and began to recount everything that had happened when she returned to the Jasper Pool Sect’s encampment, telling Jiang Lan every last detail.

She didn’t dare hide anything. She knew that with Jiang Lan’s status, even if he didn’t give the order or seem to care, the people around him would certainly be monitoring her every move to prevent her from approaching him with ill intentions.

If she did anything suspicious, she might even be mistaken for an assassin trained by some rival power.

So now, she had to play the part of a docile and obedient girl.

In fact, when she had returned earlier, she had specifically sought out the powerful, gray-robed swordsman by Jiang Lan’s side. She had respectfully and politely asked him about Jiang Lan’s preferences, habits, and dislikes.

For example, what temperature he preferred his tea, which Spirit Fruits he disliked—she committed all of it to memory.

However, Chu Chan didn’t tell Jiang Lan any of this. She knew that Ying would surely inform Jiang Lan about it later. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

This was a little ploy of hers, designed to let Jiang Lan find out just how hard she was working behind the scenes to win his favor.

"Those disciples of the Jasper Pool Sect... they actually dared to bully you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lan seemed surprised, his face showing his displeasure. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You’re my woman, after all. How dare they?"

"Calm down, Young Master. That was all in the past..."

Chu Chan’s delicate, fair hand gently caressed his chest to calm him. Then, with a happy and blissful expression, she said, "But they don’t dare to anymore. After all, Chan’Er is considered yours now."

"They wouldn’t have the guts to bully me again. You don’t know, Young Master, but that was the first time in Chan’Er’s entire life that she felt so vindicated and content."

An expression of tender pity appeared on Jiang Lan’s face as he gently pulled her into his arms.

"If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me. Even if it’s the Sect Leader of the Jasper Pool Sect, I’ll send someone to drag her here so you can have your revenge."

Chu Chan couldn’t help but smile to herself. The Sect Leader of the Jasper Pool Sect was a supreme expert of the Seventh Realm. Her status was completely different from that of an ordinary disciple; the two weren’t even comparable.

"You’re so good to me, Young Master..."

"For Chan’Er to have met you... it must be the good fortune I’ve accumulated over several lifetimes."

But his words still made her heart swell with happiness, and she immediately buried her head in his chest.

Her beautiful eyes, shimmering like autumn pools, gently closed as she savored this rare moment of peace and comfort.

Jiang Lan smiled, but a strange glint appeared in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, the Sect Leader of the Jasper Pool Sect would later be killed by Chu Chan, who would then take her place.

Her entire lifetime of cultivation, all for naught, would serve only to become Chu Chan’s wedding robe.

In the original plot, Chu Chan wasn’t a major character, so Jiang Lan didn’t know where she had obtained the legacy of the Beiming Ancient Celestial Venerable. Nor did he know how she had mastered it, innovated upon it, and created a taboo cultivation technique called the Marriage Robe Skill.

The Marriage Robe Skill used another’s Dao Fruit as fertile soil to prepare a "wedding robe" for oneself. It was utterly demonic and wicked.

Even though Chu Chan’s innate talent wasn’t particularly outstanding, she used this skill to become a peerless powerhouse of her generation, one who would one day look down on the masses.

"Chan’Er, although I like you very much..." Jiang Lan suddenly spoke, his expression turning serious.

Chu Chan froze, her beautiful eyes snapping open. It was the first time she had ever seen Jiang Lan with such a serious expression.

She grew tense, her delicate, fair hands clenching subconsciously as she waited for his next words.

She had a faint idea of what he was about to say.

After all, he was the son of Great Xia’s Prime Minister, towering high above the mortal world.

And she was just an ordinary woman with no background, possessing only her looks.

The difference in their statuses, it was no exaggeration to say, was like that between the clouds and the mud.

For her to marry into a great house like the Prime Minister’s Mansion was nothing but a fool’s dream.

Her greatest ambition, therefore, was to become his concubine. If not a concubine, then even a handmaiden would do.

"Please speak, Young Master. No matter what you say, Chan’Er will understand," she replied, forcing a gentle smile while suppressing the tremor in her heart.

"But you should know, the Jiang Family has very strict traditions. There are many things that aren’t up to me..."

"I’d like to bring you back to the Jiang Family, but never mind my mother—even my father probably wouldn’t agree."

Jiang Lan said slowly, "It’s not that I don’t like you. But as you know, the gap in our statuses is just too great. My parents would never let me keep a useless pretty face by my side."

"Of course, if you could be like Qinghan and earn my parents’ approval, then there would be no problem."

Only then did Chu Chan understand.

She had been puzzled before, wondering why Su Qinghan, whose background was nothing special either, had become Jiang Lan’s concubine. So it had been an arrangement made by the Prime Minister’s Mansion.