Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 480 Relying on Favor (25)

She was busy when Zhao Yuan came in, followed by servants carrying five or six large boxes.

Yan Zhen looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued working: "The master has arrived."

Zhao Yuan strode over to him and said, "Call me Zhao Yuan."

"Oh, Zhao Yuan."

Seeing that she was focused on what she was doing, Zhao Yuan waved his hand, signaling the servants to put down the things and leave.

He moved a stool over and sat down next to Yan Zhen: "What are you writing?"

Upon hearing this question, Yan Zhen thought for a moment and said, "You've come at the right time. Take a look at this memorial later. If there are no problems, gather your subordinates and get it done in the next couple of days."

After she finished speaking, she explained the principles and methods of farmland maintenance to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan frowned as he listened: "These things can be handled by your subordinates. If all else fails, find a few experienced farmers to help guide them. There's no need for you to personally draft the reports and teach them how to do things."

Have any of your men ever seen potatoes?

Zhao Yuan choked.

“We only have 1,500 jin of potato seeds. Don’t let them go to waste. Next year is a crucial year. I have ready-made experience here that they can follow. Why aren’t you happy about it?” Yan Zhen said, rolling her eyes at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was startled by her eye roll.

As Yan Zhen continued drafting her memorial, he leaned over to watch her write.

But when he got closer, he wondered if it was just his imagination, but Yan Zhen smelled nice.

Yan Zhen was focused on the folded paper on the table when he noticed Zhao Yuan getting closer and closer.

She didn't want to talk to him at first, but when Zhao Yuan got closer, he sniffed her neck like a dog, his warm breath tickling her.

After being distracted twice by his harassment, Yan Zhen said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"You smell so good," Zhao Yuan said truthfully. "What did you spray on yourself? Why have I never smelled anything like this before?"

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Yan Zhen asked.

Zhao Yuan had a feeling that she was about to say something outrageous again, but before he could stop her, Yan Zhen continued, "It's obvious she's never been before; all women smell like that."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Speaking of this, Yan Zhen remembered something and asked Zhao Yuan, "How old are you this year?"

"……nineteen."

Yan Zhen looked him up and down: "At nineteen, you've reached the position of ruling a province, and not a single woman has offered herself to you?"

Zhao Yuan glared at her: "No."

"Why?"

Zhao Yuan raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Haven't you heard the rumors about me outside? They say I'm a demon who eats human flesh and drinks human blood. Who would dare to offer themselves to a demon?"

His tone was proud, but Yan Zhen could hear a hint of sadness in it.

She looked into Zhao Yuan's heterochromatic eyes and said softly, "These eyes have caused you a lot of suffering, haven't they?"

Zhao Yuan was taken aback.

"It's just heterochromia iridis, you're not some kind of monster."

Zhao Yuan asked blankly, "What is heterochromia iridis?"

"The fact that your irises are different colors could be inherited from your parents, or it could be due to a lack of iris pigment. In any case, it's not some kind of monster."

Yan Zhen recalled Fu Xue's description of Zhao Yuan—it was said that Zhao Wang's mother was a sorceress from a foreign land who used sorcery to bewitch Zhao Wang's father, and the human and the sorceress gave birth to Zhao Wang.

She asked, "Is your mother a foreigner?"

Zhao Yuan nodded: "She was a female slave brought to Daliang by merchants from the Parthian Empire, but she died after giving birth to me. I have never seen her."

The Parthian Empire?

No wonder, according to historical records, the people of that distant country had white skin, red hair, and blue-green eyes.

Zhao Yuan is of mixed race.

“That’s genetics,” Yan Zhen said.

Zhao Yuan asked, "What is heredity?"

"Children born to parents look like their parents; that's genetics," Yan Zhen said, stepping back to observe Zhao Yuan more closely.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that Zhao Yuan possessed many characteristics of a mixed-race individual.

Aside from his heterochromatic eyes, he had the typical deep and sculpted bone structure of a foreigner, skin that never tanned despite years of outdoor activity, and long black hair tied in a ponytail with natural curls at the ends, even more natural than the curls she achieved with a curling iron.

Yan Zhen said, "Your mother must have been a beautiful woman with blue eyes."

Speaking of his mother, Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up with longing: "She must have been very tall."

"Why?"

“Because the old King Zhao was a short, ugly, and fat man,” Zhao Yuan said. “So my dashing and romantic appearance must be inherited from my mother.”

"That's good, you can apply what you've learned to other situations," Yan Zhen praised. "That makes sense."

Zhao Yuan was even happier after being praised like that: "The children I have with you in the future will definitely be even more beautiful."

"..." Yan Zhen ignored his words and changed the subject, "You don't get along with Old Zhao Wang?"

He spoke with utter disgust when he mentioned the King of Zhao.

“He despised my humble origins and listened to the sorcerer’s words that I would bring him bloodshed. As far back as I can remember, I have been a stable boy in the military camp stables of Tingzhou.”

When I was nine, I met my master, who took me back to his sect. I stayed on the mountain until I was seventeen, when I took advantage of the chaos of war to descend the mountain, poison the King of Zhao, and seize his throne.

After listening, Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow and commented objectively, "That sorcerer wasn't wrong; you are indeed destined for the bloodshed of the old King Zhao."

Zhao Yuan gave a soft snort.

After talking for a while, Yan Zhen noticed that Zhao Yuan was getting closer and closer, even squeezing onto the chair she was sitting on, with one hand naturally around her waist.

"I haven't finished writing my report yet, go play somewhere else." Yan Zhen waved him away, "Don't bother me."

Hearing her say that, Zhao Yuan could only reluctantly move back to his stool, propping his chin on his hand and staring at Yan Zhen, who was seriously drafting the memorial.

But after staring at it for a while, Zhao Yuan got bored again.

He got up and walked around the room, opened the jewelry box he had brought, and took out a pearl hairpin and a gold hair ornament.

Zhao Yuan took the two pieces of jewelry, walked behind Yan Zhen, and put them in her hair.

Yan Zhen didn't even look up: "...Don't bother me."

"Don't move, it'll be over soon."

After adorning Yan Zhen's hair with pearl flowers and hair ornaments, Zhao Yuan still felt it wasn't enough. He picked and chose several pieces of jewelry from the box and put them on Yan Zhen's hair one by one.

After messing with her hair, he started putting tassels and necklaces around her neck.

After Yan Zhen finished writing the memorial, he felt a heavy weight on his head and neck.

She shook her head, her head full of jewels jingling.

Looking down again, she saw that she was wearing three or four necklaces of various materials around her neck, not to mention gold, silver and jade bracelets and armlets on her wrists, making a total of six or seven.

She ordered Zhao Yuan, "Go and bring me the bronze mirror."

Zhao Yuan immediately went to fetch the bronze mirror.

Looking through the bronze mirror, Yan Zhen saw that her head was covered with various jewelry, making her look like a jewelry display stand.

She asked Zhao Yuan, "Do you think this looks good?"

Zhao Yuan was quite satisfied with his work: "It's beautiful!"

Yan Zhen put down the bronze mirror and, feeling utterly hopeless, labeled Zhao Yuan as having "rustic aesthetics."