Chapter 327 The Skinny Horse from Yangzhou Sent to Disrupt the Country (24)

Shi Qi Jin suddenly turned his head and his gaze met the eyes of the beauty sitting above him.

The beauty had a face like a peach blossom, eyebrows like distant ink, and a pair of beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water.

The pearl hairpins on her temples trembled gently with her movements, and the oriental pearl pendants on her earlobes also swayed, emitting tiny spots of light, which made her skin look even more whiter than snow and more beautiful.

But the smile on his lips became even deeper.

The beauty is so transcendent.

This moment of shock made Shi Qijin's knuckles curl slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, as if something was surging in his throat.

Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses, grabbed the wine jug beside him, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

The amber wine slid down his jawline, soaking his collar and leaving a winding water mark on the golden dragon pattern.

Shi Qi Jin said nothing and just drank.

And all of this was seen by Shi Yanqing.

His expression changed slightly, and his knuckles, which were originally tightly gripping the wine glass, turned white due to excessive force, and the rim of the glass left a bluish-white mark on his palm.

He suddenly remembered his original plan before Qingwu left the house, and his heart couldn't help but panic.

No......

It's completely different now.

One Shi Wenjin had already made him regret deeply, and he must not have another Shi Qijin.

Shi Qi Jin didn't care about Shi Yanqing.

His eyes kept lingering on the beauty.

Over the past few days, Shi Qi Jin has already thoroughly investigated Qing Wu's background.

A skinny horse from Yangzhou trained by the Prince Regent.

No wonder he has such a romantic attitude.

Shi Qi Jin picked up the wine glass again and drank it all, trying to use the wine to cover up the various thoughts that were surging like waves in his heart.

He said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more terrifying she is than the enemy general.

Such a beauty...

Let's leave it to Shi Wenjin, who is not a good person.

Thinking of this, Shi Qijin's face instantly became ferocious. He suddenly put down the wine glass with a loud "bang".

Shi Yanqing could clearly feel that Shi Qijin's gaze was always wandering on Qingwu, so it was natural that Shi Wenjin could not be unaware of it.

He had a smile on his lips, his expression gradually became dangerous, and his posture became more intimate with Qingwu.

"Qi Jin, why are you always looking at... me?" Although Shi Wenjin's voice was gentle, it clearly contained a hint of warning.

Shi Qijin's fingertips gripping the wine glass suddenly stopped, and the gilded rim of the cup reflected a cold and sharp light under the candlelight.

He slowly raised his head, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised. The dark tide that was originally surging in his deep black pupils disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a nonchalant smile.

"I'm just curious, when did this palace have a new imperial concubine?"

Not only that, within a short period of time, other concubines were demoted or dismissed.

In such a huge harem, Qingwu was the only one left.

Qingwu only felt that Shi Wenjin's hand on her waist gradually tightened, and the dragon pattern of rivers and seas embroidered on the dragon robe was poking her skin through the brocade.

Shi Yanqing's gaze was also extremely scorching.

However, Qingwu did not show the slightest sign of fear on her face.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, her eyes moved, and she suddenly chuckled.

The laughter was as sweet and innocent as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, which made people's hearts flutter.

Then, her body, like a soft willow, gently nestled into Shi Wenjin's chest.

Her back was slightly bent, and she was charming and graceful with various postures, truly living up to the style of a concubine who was favored most in the six palaces.

There was only a slight "click" sound, and Shi Yanqing's gaze was as cold as ice and a blade, with extreme coldness, shooting straight at the scene in front of him.

The gilded wine glass in his hand had already shattered into countless pieces in his palm. The wine mixed with the broken porcelain pieces slowly dripped through his fingers, leaving a trail of water marks on the smooth ground.

He seemed unaware that the air pressure around him was so low that it was suffocating.

Seeing this, Shi Wenjin readily hugged Qingwu tighter, his arms tightly wrapped around her delicate body through the gorgeous silk, even his fingertips gently caressing the soft flesh on her waist.

Qing Wu raised her eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, her face filled with just the right amount of surprise, "Your Majesty... is this the Crown Prince? This is the first time I've seen him."

The voice was soft, with the timidity and joy of first meeting.

Hearing this, Shi Wenjin smiled and curled his lips, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he extended his finger affectionately to scratch Qingwu's nose, "Yes."

The tone was relaxed, as if what was happening was just an ordinary everyday scene.

Both of them tacitly forgot what happened a few days ago.

Seeing this, Qing Wu's smile grew even wider. She blinked and asked playfully, "Then can I be worthy of... the title 'mother' from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

As she finished speaking, she tilted her head and her hairpin swayed, covering half of her pretty face, but it couldn't hide the cunning in her eyes.

Shi Wenjin simply loved Qingwu's charming look.

Although he didn't know what Qingwu was thinking, he...

Just cooperate.

Shi Qi Jin's expression instantly became extremely ugly, his face flushed red, his teeth clenched, and he stared at the charming beauty in front of him.

I don’t know if it was because of Qingwu’s blatant “insult” or because of the coquettish look Qingwu showed in front of Shi Wenjin.

Shi Qi Jin would never call Qing Wu "Mother" even if he died.

Shi Wenjin is not his "father".

Shi Wenjin smiled even more dotingly, like a tyrant, and casually blurted out the words he had been planning for a long time.

"He should call you Queen Mother."

"I wish to enthrone Ning Qingwu as my empress."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole palace fell silent.

Shi Qi Jin suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

Drops of blood oozed out from Shi Yanqing's palm.

The stinging pain in his palm made Shi Yanqing's mind, which was originally occupied by the beauty, clear up a little.

...He clearly didn't give the order.

Last time, he had clearly told Qingwu that.

From Qingwu to the Regent's Palace, the undrinkable cup of poison, and now more and more uncontrollable things are happening one after another.

Shi Yanqing then realized something.

He claimed to be the chess player, in control of everything, but he was sent into the game by the original chess pieces.

What's even more terrifying is that his identity changed without him noticing.

Now, he is no longer the chess player who controls the overall situation, but——

People who are deeply trapped in the situation and unable to extricate themselves.

Qing Wu, using herself as bait, cleverly set up a dead end...a dead end that he couldn't escape.

And after him, she also dragged Shi Wenjin into the game.

Now there is still Shi Qijin...

But Shi Yanqing was not angry at the moment.

But I feel lost.

I have him...but I still need someone else...

Isn't he enough?

He couldn't help but ask himself, what exactly was he in Qingwu's heart?

What is it like?

How does it compare to...Shi Wenjin?