Chapter 11 If he could run, he would have run away that night with his bag on his shoulders.

Fortunately, Yun Qingshi had a pretty good memory. Although he had only walked the road back to the secret guard room with Zhao Mingde once that day, he had deliberately memorized the way and could find it now.

It's his injury. Although it has recovered a little in the past two days, it still hurts a lot after walking such a long distance.

But of course it was impossible for Yun Qingshi to stay in Xiao Jiwu's bedroom. He had no other choice. If he could run, he would have packed his bag and run away that night.

What a joke. He is not mentally ill and is in the same room with a villain who kills without blinking an eye.

Although he can't run away now, he tries to stay as far away from the pervert as possible.

But when Yun Qingshi finally returned to the secret guard room, he found that his little room looked like it had been robbed.

The door was ajar and opened with a gust of wind, making the scene even more desolate. The bed was in a mess, and even the quilt was gone.

The underwear that he had been looking for was now thrown randomly on the ground.

Yun Qingshi: ...

Yun Qingshi was originally curious about how he could suddenly appear in Xiao Jiwu's bed overnight, and he was actually asleep the whole time without even being conscious.

Now he finally understood.

His quilt might be the murder weapon.

So, he will be without a blanket tonight?

The autumn nights are still quite cool...

This is not a human being. This is really not a human being.

This is not something a normal person can do!

Yun Qingshi frowned, his wound hurting from anger, so he had to lie down on the bed for a while to rest, and then cursed Xiao Jiwu in his heart to vent his anger.

As for why he didn't curse out loud, he was mainly afraid that someone might hear it and tell Xiao Jiwu about it, which would be bad.

But after all this trouble for the whole morning, he was actually hungry.

Yun Qingshi began to wait for the maid to bring breakfast.

However, she never expected that before the maid arrived, Ying Twelve knocked on the door first.

"Eleven, can I come in?"

Yun Qingshi could still recognize Ying Twelve's voice. He quickly replied, resting his head on his arms: "Sure, come in."

The next moment, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard. Yun Qingshi supported himself with his arms and slowly sat up, preparing to talk to Ying Twelve.

But before he could open his mouth, Ying Twelve, who had just walked to his bed, widened his eyes in shock and exclaimed: "Eleven! You..."

Yun Qingshi was puzzled and couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ying Twelve hurriedly took two steps forward after hearing this, then lowered his voice and spoke with a vigilant look, "What you are wearing is the master's robe!"

Yun Qingshi was startled when he heard this and subconsciously looked down at the clothes on his body.

The wound was hurting just now, and he was in a hurry to rest and didn't have time to change it.

However, he was clearly holding the most low-key one, without any patterns, and the same black color as the secret guard uniform. How could Ying Twelve still see it?

Well, no matter how low-key they are, the difference between the prince's clothes and the secret guard's clothes can be seen at a glance. The materials are very different and the shapes of the clothes are also different.

What he didn't know was that there were so many robes in the closet, and coincidentally, the one he took was the one Xiao Jiwu had worn before.

Yun Qingshi, who didn't know the whole story, was not panicked. Instead, he stood up calmly, took off his outer robe, and casually stuffed it into the corner of the closet.

Then he took out a uniform robe for the secret guards from the cabinet and put it on. Because the wound was on his abdomen, he did not wear a waist belt.

Then, when he finished all this, he looked up again and met Ying Twelve's increasingly shocked eyes: "Eleven..."

There is also a bit of worry that is difficult to conceal.

Yun Qingshi remained calm and composed. He then began to try to confuse right and wrong: "Don't be impatient, Twelve. Just listen to my explanation."

"Actually, you were just dazzled. It was just a dress I ordered at a clothing shop. Maybe it's just a coincidence that it looks a bit like the prince's."

Upon hearing this, Ying Twelve just stared into Yun Qingshi's eyes without saying a word.

The secret guards are very good at observation, and nothing can escape their eyes. Ying Twelve is sure that he has not made a mistake.

However, the master's clothes would not appear on Ying Shiyi for no reason.

He was not a child who knew nothing. He could figure out the implications just by thinking about it.

When you look at the gorgeous face of Eleventh, who is not wearing a mask, what else is there to not understand?

I'm afraid a lot of things happened during the two days he was away.

But this will never be a good thing.

It's normal that Ying Shiyi doesn't want to say it. He must be feeling more miserable than anyone else.

After all, it's like that...

Moreover, as the master's secret guard, he cannot resist even the slightest bit when facing the master's request.

Thinking of this, there was nothing but worry in Ying Twelve's eyes, and he did not argue.

After a pause, he pretended to be relaxed and spoke again: "Then, maybe I really saw it wrong."

He continued, "I came here to ask you how your injury is. Is there anything I can help you with? I've been out on a mission for the past two days and just got back."

Yun Qingshi couldn't tell whether Ying Twelve believed it or not, but upon hearing this, he nodded immediately: "Yes."

He really does.

Yun Qingshi then said, "Could you please buy me a quilt? I want a good one, preferably made of silk, so it's comfortable to sleep on."

He was really anxious. How would he get through the night without a quilt?

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At this time, on the other side, Xiao Jiwu, who had just returned to the bedroom after practicing sword, looked at the empty bed after he went out, and suddenly frowned.

He then opened his lips, his voice clearly filled with displeasure: "Someone come!"

Hearing this, Zhao Mingde, who had been standing outside, hurriedly bowed and entered the hall. He had already heard his prince's displeasure, so his face also showed a bit of uneasiness. He quickly responded respectfully: "The prince ordered."

Xiao Jiwu asked in a deep voice, "Where's Ying Shiyi?"

Zhao Mingde was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then quickly knelt down and replied, "Your Highness, Master Eleven left about half an hour ago. He must have... returned to the secret guard room."

So the one their prince was holding last night was actually Ying Shiyi!

Xiao Jiwu's voice was frighteningly cold: "Who allowed you to let him go?"

Zhao Mingde kowtowed in panic: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I know I was wrong!"

Xiao Jiwu didn't bother to look at Zhao Mingde. After a long while, he coldly spat out one word: "Get lost."

"Yes." Zhao Mingde breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bent over and walked out of the hall.

A certain prince sat down on the couch with a sullen face, and then knocked on the small table in the middle of the couch with his knuckles.

Almost the next moment, Ying Yi knelt on one knee at Xiao Jiwu's feet.

"master."