Chapter 1083: Blessed with Charm Beyond Measure, Yet Unable to Enjoy It

Han Yan led the trio of henchmen down the street.

"This looks good, I’m going to buy some for my Qing Wan." Zirong stopped in front of a shop selling dried fruits.

"Buy, buy, buy." Han Yan waved generously, tossing a silver note to Zirong, "Buy whatever catches your eye. It’s all on me today."

Zirong happily accepted the silver note and began instructing the shopkeeper to pack a bag of each type of dried fruit in the store.

"Show off your love, break up fast." Jiang Yuzhe remarked indifferently from the side.

"What the heck! Do you even know how to talk?" Zirong wasn’t pleased upon hearing this, glaring at Jiang Yuzhe, "You, you’re clearly just jealous and envious."

"So what if I am!" Jiang Yuzhe admitted boldly, missing his little tigress dearly as she wasn’t around.

"I think you two should shut up and help Young Master," Huayue suddenly said quietly.

The two stopped bickering and looked up ahead.

At this moment, Han Yan was being "harassed." But this kind of "harassment" is something other men envy greatly.

"Young Master Mu, please accept this gift. It’s not a valuable gift, just a token of my affection." A delicate young lady dressed lavishly, accompanied by several maidservants, was looking at Han Yan fervently, holding a fragrant sachet. Anyone could guess that the sachet was sewn by the young lady herself.

"Huh?" Han Yan looked puzzled. She was the Capital’s number one playboy; Mu Siyi’s reputation was infamous. What was this girl thinking? Approaching her to express admiration, she must have mistaken her identity, right? Han Yan wasn’t aware of how drastically her image had changed in people’s minds. Now she was the Capital’s hotshot young talent, idolized by countless young girls. When she defeated the people from Shangyue Country, she was the center of attention, and that imposing figure had deeply embedded itself in people’s hearts.

Before Han Yan could regain her composure, she saw the young lady in front of her rudely pushed aside, and another stunning face appeared before her.

"Young Master Mu, please accept my token of affection." This was an even prettier girl, holding a delicate Brocade Box, evidently containing a carefully prepared gift. This beautiful girl seemingly had a better family background than the previous one. The girl who was pushed aside initially wanted to get angry, but upon recognizing who pushed her aside, she swallowed her frustration.

"Um, ladies, have you mistaken me for someone else?" Han Yan smiled awkwardly. But both addressed her as Young Master Mu, was it just a coincidence?

"No, Young Master Mu, I admire you, please accept the gift." Suddenly, people surged from all directions of the street, mostly young girls, though a few were older, but their eyes shone with a fervor not losing to the enthusiastic young ones.

"Young Master Mu, please accept my gift."

"Young Master Mu, this is a Brocade Handkerchief I stitched myself."

"Young Master Mu, please accept this painting; it’s painted by me." The chatter buzzed in Han Yan’s ears, and various fragrances made Han Yan want to sneeze.

"Whoa, Young Master is about to have a harem of three thousand?" Zirong exclaimed.

"Are you daft..." Jiang Yuzhe rolled his eyes.

"I think we should help Young Master," Huayue said.

"How to help?" Zirong asked, twitching his mouth.

"I don’t know." Huayue’s expression was calm.

Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe: "..." What should they do about wanting to hit Huayue?

Han Yan’s head was spinning; by this moment, she was convinced these people were definitely not mistaking her for someone else. Misidentifying one person could be passable, two could barely pass, but so many people, it was unreasonable for all to mistake her identity.

Han Yan waved, smiling awkwardly, "Sorry, I appreciate everyone’s intentions. No need for gifts, could you please move aside, I have some matters to attend to."

"Young Master Mu, when will you be free to attend a banquet?" Someone invited.

"Young Master Mu, what’s your favorite food?" Some began asking Han Yan’s preferences.

"Young Master Mu..." The chatter was so loud that Han Yan’s head was about to explode. It was her first time being so popular, such fortune...

But she really couldn’t enjoy it.

"Don’t you know I’m known as Mu Siyi?" Han Yan grimly tried scaring away the fervent women.

"Rip mine, rip mine!" Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Yan said that, a girl rushed over, puffed her chest, her eyes ablaze.

"No, rip mine, mine!" Another robust girl shoved past the first girl, rushed in front of Han Yan, looking at her expectantly.

"Mine, rip mine!" Voices rose one after another.

Han Yan opened her mouth wide, her mind was blank at that moment.

What was going on?

Were they all eager for her to tear their clothes?

"Oh my, these women are terrifying, willing to lose face just to marry Young Master." Zirong wiped his forehead’s cold sweat on the side.

"Quite the fortune indeed." Jiang Yuzhe smacked his lips, sighing.

"I believe Young Master isn’t interested in this fortune," Huayue said heavily.

Han Yan turned around at this point, looking at her trio of henchmen speaking nonsensical remarks from the sidelines, her gaze icy, startling the henchmen trio into a shiver.

The meaning in Han Yan’s eyes was that if you don’t come and assist, what’s the use of you, better chop you up and feed you to the dogs, such complex meaning, surprisingly understood by all three at that moment!

"Please let Young Master pass, he has business to attend to, so let him pass," Zirong squeezed through, trying to rescue Han Yan submerged within the swarm of young women. But he found he couldn’t squeeze in... they were ordinary young ladies without cultivation; he couldn’t use force, what else could be done? While hesitating, he got squeezed out of the crowd by two plump posterior sides.

Huayue couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Jiang Yuzhe smacked his lips, feeling a lingering fear. These women had already lost their minds. If you think about it, now Young Master is still perceived as a male, unparalleled in beauty, high in status, with yesterday’s overwhelming influence that stunned many. Saying all this, it mostly comes down to looks. If a short, ugly, sleazy man also fought valiantly and won, maintaining Anyun Country’s honor, the people would cheer, respect him. But these young girls wouldn’t swarm eagerly expressing affection at the street corner.

"If you genuinely admire Young Master, you should consider him too. Indeed Young Master has matters to attend to; blocking him, if it delays his affairs, everyone’s conscience would feel troubled. You can hand your gifts over to us three guards instead." Jiang Yuzhe, unusually enlightened, persuaded earnestly.