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The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 230

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8. Two Kinds of Happiness

“Poof…”

Upon hearing An’s words, Mu En almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He stared at An with wide eyes, trembling as he said:

“Wha… what? You said engagement… engagement ceremony?”

“Yes.”

An nodded and said:

“Young Master, have you forgotten? According to common agreement, the engagement ceremony is to be held only after Her Highness Princess Selicia turns eighteen.”

“I know that, but this is too sudden,” Mu En replied, dazed.

Previously, Selicia had mentioned that she was a year younger than him.

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And he had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday three months ago, meaning that in just a few months, Selicia would also turn eighteen.

Although for a normal noble girl, this age is not considered young, Mu En did not expect it to be so urgent.

No, rather, he hadn’t thought about this at all before; after all, he had been distracted by too many things, and suddenly hearing this news caught him completely off guard.

“When exactly is it?”

“On the day of Selicia’s eighteenth birthday, the ceremony will be organized by the palace, and the duke’s residence only needs to do some supporting work, and… Young Master, you just need to attend.”

“…Isn’t that too fast?”

Mu En murmured in a daze:

“I’m not ready yet.”

“I was taken aback too, but according to the people from the palace, this is a direct command from His Majesty.”

An sighed:

“After hearing this news, the entire duke’s residence was thrown into a panic. Fortunately, according to the timeline, Madam will be able to return by then, which is somewhat reassuring.

But as for the Master… it might be difficult.”

“I see, Father will definitely be very disappointed.”

Mu En sighed as well.

But then he realized, wait, shouldn’t he be the one worrying?

He should be the one worried!

I’m about to get engaged! Engaged! Engaged!

Clearly, he had been troubled just a while ago about surviving, about not being slapped to death by the evil god, but in the blink of an eye… he had to consider major life events.

It had only been a few months since he crossed over, yet it felt as if he had lived through centuries; having gone through so much, he had unknowingly fully integrated into this identity, into this world. Looking back in a daze… it was hard not to feel emotional.

“This is the first matter, so what’s the second?” Since there were still a few months left, there was no need to worry now. He pushed those complicated thoughts aside and continued to ask.

“There are letters from the Master and Madam.”

An handed two wax-sealed envelopes stamped with the Campbell family crest to Mu En.

“Letters?”

Mu En was taken aback.

Then he immediately took them, tore them open, and carefully read every word.

Two letters.

One father.

One mother.

It’s clear that both letters are handwritten; just from the style of the characters and the semantics, one can tell they are different.

In the letter from that cheap father, most of it is filled with the boldness and bravado of military life. For instance, he boasts about how many miles he pushed the front line forward during this period, how many demon tribes he slaughtered, and how, in a previous duel, he knocked out several teeth from the opposing demon lord.

Yet, at the end of the letter, he casually mentions, “Kid, I’m glad you scored eighty. Now hurry up and find a pretty woman to give me a grandson; a granddaughter will do too. Don’t spoil that princess too much; what’s wrong with a real man having a few women? If anything happens, I’ll take the blame…”

But it’s just this one line that makes Mu En acutely aware of the numerous corrections on the letter, as if these few dozen words were far more difficult to write than the preceding thousand.

On the other hand, the letter from that cheap mother flows much more smoothly, as the entire page is densely packed with her nagging. For example, “Are you eating well? Are you sleeping well? Are you taking breaks while studying? Don’t overwork yourself… And your father is right; don’t pay too much attention to that princess. If anything happens, he’ll handle it.”

It’s as if the phrase “a loving mother spoils her son” is being illustrated clearly.

Yet every ordinary word draws Mu En in, making him unable to stop reading.

After a long while, Mu En carefully finishes reading both letters, folds them neatly, puts them away, tilts his head back, and takes a deep breath.

Indeed, words are the most touching things in this world. Just two simple family letters can fill Mu En’s heart with immense warmth.

He turns to look out the window, suddenly feeling an inexplicable emotion rise within him.

Upon reflection, although his internal injuries have yet to heal and there’s still a lingering sense of emptiness…

But…

The senior has already saved him.

The moon has died.

The evil god probably won’t cause any trouble for a while.

At this moment, time is peaceful, and the sun is bright.

So…

“An.”

“Hmm?”

“Does this count as happiness for me?”

“…I don’t know.

But…”

An gazes at Mu En’s face and softly says:

“The young master seems quite happy right now.”

“Really?”

Mu En smiles, “It feels pretty good.”

What he has been pursuing suddenly appears within reach. Leaning against the window, Mu En enjoys the tranquil scenery outside while savoring this beautiful thought.

If only it could stay this way forever.

……

But the good times didn’t last long. Suddenly, a sound of mechanisms shifting echoed, and the carriage windows abruptly sealed shut, transforming into black curtains that blocked out all light and sound from outside.

“What’s happening? An enemy attack?”

The pleasant thoughts vanished in an instant. Mu En instinctively tightened his nerves, sprang to his feet, and warily scanned his surroundings, reaching for Elizabeth.

Yet, after a long moment, he found no sign of an enemy. Instead, he saw An leisurely twisting open a precious night pearl, casting enchanting pink light in the cramped space of the carriage.

“Don’t be nervous, young master. It’s not an enemy attack.”

The small table that had been between them, meant for holding tea cups, had vanished without him noticing. An stood up and gently pressed Mu En back onto the soft, plush sofa, whispering:

“It’s very safe here; no one will disturb us.”

“Safe? Disturb?”

Mu En’s lips twitched. Why did he feel that An’s words were somewhat contradictory?

But he had no time to ponder this, for in the glow of the pink light, he suddenly noticed a hint of crimson on An’s dignified face, her breathing slightly heavier.

Wait, could it be that she wants to…

At that moment, the survival instinct alarm in Mu En’s mind blared once more, and he instinctively wanted to escape…

But An had already pressed closer, her delicate body against him, a fragrant aura enveloping him, the exquisite sensations of touch, sight, and smell continuously stimulating Mu En’s nerves.

“An…”

Mu En swallowed hard,

“What… what do you want to do?”

“Isn’t it obvious, young master?”

An chuckled softly:

“Don’t you want happiness? I’m just here to make you a little happier.”

No, no, no, at this moment, this isn’t just happiness; this is an ascension!

A literal ascension!

No way, I must escape!

Mu En glanced around, searching for a way out.

But An seemed to see through his thoughts, wrapping her arms around his waist, her rounded chest pressing tightly against him.

“Young master, I’ve said before, I won’t imprison you again. You could easily break through the carriage and escape, but with so many people outside, do you really want them to see me like this?”

An’s tone was rarely so alluring.

Mu En instinctively lowered his gaze, only to find that An’s once-tied long hair had come undone, the first two buttons of her maid outfit had been unfastened, revealing half of her flawless skin and deep purple lingerie.

In this purity and propriety, there was an extraordinary allure and temptation.

Damn it.

Helpless, Mu En silently withdrew his hand that held the knife.

“Don’t worry, this carriage is specially made; any movement or sound inside won’t reach the outside.

I belong solely to the young master.”

An leaned close to Mu En’s ear, her tone somewhat excited:

“It’s just… I also want to experience what it feels like to be in a place where no one can disturb us, even though there are so many people outside, and that princess who is about to be engaged to you hasn’t even left yet.”

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