Free Web NovelChapter 667: Chapter 27: Revelation
Han Zhan is feeling a bit awkward right now.
The reason for the awkwardness is that on his left and right side, each sits an exceedingly beautiful woman.
The three of them are sitting in this delicate arrangement, side by side.
But this isn’t even the most awkward part.
The most awkward part is that Marianne is hooking her leg around his right leg, while Aisha is holding tightly onto his left arm with both hands.
Such a scene is really hard to judge.
The servants responsible for attending everyone at the meal have been completely stunned. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
They originally thought that Lord Zhan being favored exclusively by Marianne would be rare enough.
They even secretly gave Han Zhan nicknames like "The First Male Concubine" or "Enchanting Demon."
But as it turns out, they were still too naive.
What did they see?
They witnessed the lady of the Marian Mansion, Lady Marianne, actually vying for attention with another equally beautiful woman over a man!
If not seen with their own eyes, who would believe it!
"You both don’t need to do this."
After all, Han Zhan is someone who has been through many big waves, facing such a peak moment of life with beauties on both sides, he remains calm and collected.
Speaking of feelings, he doesn’t have much with either Marianne or Aisha.
They’re just average acquaintances at best.
If others heard him speak this way, they’d definitely scold "scumbag."
But that’s just the truth.
Aisha has twice pleaded to offer herself, and Marianne always flirted with him in his dreams.
Clearly, they’re both just lusting after his body!
Thinking of this, Han Zhan coughed a few times and cleared his throat.
"Let’s talk about the important matters."
Upon hearing about serious matters, Aisha and Marianne instinctively sat up straight.
At the same time, their grip with hands and legs tightened even more.
"Aisha..."
Upon hearing Han Zhan call her name, the blind Aisha instinctively lifted her head.
Looking at her delicate face, with beautiful but vacant eyes, Han Zhan sighed.
"Stop offering yourself every time we meet, we are friends. I am also friends with Punk, and I’ll help no matter what."
Hearing Han Zhan’s promise, Aisha breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking about her current closeness to Han Zhan, her cheeks reddened slightly.
After calming Aisha, Han Zhan turned his head to look at Marianne on the other side. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Marianne."
"Hmph." Lady Marianne crossed her arms and snorted, visibly upset.
"I need an explanation from you, and it better satisfy me."
The way she spoke sounded just like someone catching their partner cheating.
"You and Punk ganged up in front of me. So you were actually friends."
"In that case, the death of Tukalu and his men..."
Even though Marianne sounded angry, she stared at Han Zhan with hopeful eyes.
"Yes." Han Zhan admitted.
Marianne’s eyes lit up instantly, and her legs tensed even tighter as she pursued, "So, in the dream..."
"Yes." Han Zhan nodded lightly.
Hearing Han Zhan’s admission, Marianne felt an overwhelming joy envelop her, instantly lost in it.
Angry? What for?
Now that her dreams had come true, she was too delighted to be angry!
Confirming that Han Zhan was indeed the one who appeared in her dream and helped her, Marianne felt the world had never been so wonderful.
Seeing Marianne’s expression and feeling her leg movements, Han Zhan knew she was also appeased.
"Alright, now that you’ve both got what you wanted, it’s my turn."
Han Zhan withdrew his arm and leg, standing up from his seat.
"Marianne, I need you to have the butler call Punk back. I need to see him."
Discarding his disguise, Han Zhan was no longer that submissive "slave" figure; the aura of the Great Xia Leader spread out.
Marianne not only didn’t feel uncomfortable but rather thought it was only right.
She nodded and immediately gave the order.
...
Marian Mansion, private study.
Han Zhan sat in a comfortable leather chair, the room filled with a faint fragrance, presumably belonging to its owner.
With the sound of knocking, a figure strode in.
It was none other than Punk, currently thriving in the Uda Desert.
"Lord Zhan, I heard you called me back, is there something you need?"
Punk appeared just as the first time they met, although he had changed attire.
Currently, Punk was dressed elegantly and suitably, exuding an air of vigor, making it impossible for anyone to associate him with a refugee from a slum at first glance.
Punk was still as respectful to Han Zhan as ever.
No matter how much power he gained, he understood deeply that against absolute strength, he was nothing.
Just as Han Zhan could easily kill Tukalu, he could kill Punk as well, with no difference.
"I’ve heard everything from Aisha."
"Now I want to hear your view."
Punk grinned, "Aisha, that foolish woman, is truly my dear sister."
After a bit of sarcasm, Punk shook his head.
"My perspective is simple. I’m working for the Alliance Army, so I must take their side, and any provocation against them must be severely punished."
"Besides, Aisha’s anger is pointless."
"Her anger is only because it’s me, her brother, doing these things. She never considered that if I didn’t do it, someone else, like Tukalu, would!"
"We are just pawns, and as pawns, we must follow the rules of the board."
After Punk finished speaking, he looked directly at Han Zhan, "I just want to live better and for my sister to have a better life."
"Such a rationale wouldn’t earn you any sympathy if this were in a novel." Han Zhan shook his head.
"I don’t need anyone’s sympathy, Lord Zhan."
"You’ve been kind to me, and if you have any instructions, I’ll do my utmost to fulfill them. However, if you’re trying to act as my sister’s advocate to change my mind, I advise you to give up."
Punk’s words were firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
In this regard, he was indeed different from the Punk of the past.
"Oh?" Han Zhan slightly raised his eyebrows, asking the final question for this conversation, "If I wanted you to do something for me, would I need to pay an additional fee?"
Punk’s steps toward the door paused.
He slightly turned his head, revealing a meaningful smile. "Of course."
"How much?" Han Zhan asked.
This time, Punk turned around and headed straight toward the door.
As he neared the entrance, his voice came back.
"Ten Sand Coins."
Upon hearing his answer.
A flash of brilliance crossed Han Zhan’s eyes.
By the time he looked up again, Punk’s figure had already vanished.
