Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Is it safe to walk in?

Han Zhan scratched his head, his expression incredulous. "How the fuck does he know these things? It’s like he sees things others can’t."

He paused, suspicion creeping into his tone. "Or maybe he’s the one who brought those assassins here. To make himself look good in front of you."

Han Xin’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "You know it’s not him."

Han Zhan threw up his hands. "See, see? If that’s his plan, it’s working."

Han Xin’s jaw tightened as he turned away from the window. "Lock down the entire city. Invoke strict measures. No one moves without authorization."

Han Zhan nodded, though his frown lingered. "Okay. And you? What are you going to do?"

"I am going to talk to Xiang Yu," Han Xin said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Han Zhan hesitated, then stepped in front of him. "Wait, wait, wait. Why does it have to be you? I can go talk to him."

Han Xin’s expression was as cold as ever, but there was a flicker of something else in the way he held himself as he replied. "He will only talk to me."

Han Zhan raised an eyebrow, his scepticism clear. "Really? And why is that?"

Han Xin’s answer was simple, delivered with a calm certainty that left no room for argument. "Because I am his husband."

Han Zhan blinked, his mouth opening and closing as though searching for a response. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "...Damn it."

Han Xin strode past him, his steps firm and purposeful. Though his face betrayed nothing, there was a subtle pride in the way he carried himself, something Han Zhan noticed immediately. He cursed under his breath before rushing to catch up with him, shaking his head in exasperation.

The two men moved through the dimly lit streets, the night air thick with tension. Han Xin’s focus was razor-sharp, his expression as unreadable as ever.

But beneath the surface, something burned. It was a spark he couldn’t ignore, a pull he couldn’t fight. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Han Xin had never imagined a day like this. He was standing outside Lian and Mei’s door, feeling like a husband locked out by his own spouse. It was a strange, unsettling feeling.

He had returned home earlier, hoping to find Xiang Yu there, but the house was empty. The bed had been slept on, the blanket still crumpled, and the faint scent of Xiang Yu lingered in the air. He had been there. So why had he left?

Outside, near his home, Han Xin had found another dead assassin. The sight had sent a jolt of panic through him. He had rushed to Lian and Mei’s place, his steps quick and urgent. But now, standing at their door, he wasn’t getting the reception he had expected.

Lian and Mei were still awake, but they weren’t letting him in. Mei stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her expression unyielding. "Sorry, Lord Han," she said, her voice firm as she emphasised the way she was addressing him. "It’s already too late. You should come back tomorrow."

Behind her, Lian was leaning against the doorframe, chewing on a piece of dried meat. "Yeah," she said, her tone casual. "We are tired."

Han Xin’s jaw tightened. "I won’t disturb you," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "I just want to talk to him for a bit."

Mei shook her head. "He said there are no more assassins for the night, so you can rest easy... Now you can go."

Han Xin felt a flicker of frustration, something rare for him. He wasn’t used to being shut out like this. "You two used to listen to me," he said, his tone firm. "Now you only listen to him?"