Chapter 19 Possessiveness "I gave Your Highness a chance, but Your Highness didn't..."

Today is a quiet day, nothing major has happened.

In the afternoon, the fox was fast asleep on the chaise lounge, covered with a small blanket, with a bag of unfinished candied fruit next to its pillow.

Tinglan sat to the side holding a book, but her attention was clearly not on the book. She didn't turn a page for a long time. Finally, she put down the book, got up, and walked to the mirror.

The Ninth Prince was somewhat concerned about his age, as he was older than the young prince. He looked at his face in the mirror and saw that there seemed to be no wrinkles, which put his mind at ease.

Recently, the Ninth Prince has been looking in the mirror more and more often.

Tinglan's appearance was often praised when he was young, but after entering the palace, he could no longer look at the increasingly delicate features of that face...

But it seems that the young prince really likes his face; he stared at it for a long time the first time he saw it.

Thinking of this, Tinglan smiled and turned around to look at the little prince, who was sleeping with his head turned up in a large "X" shape.

Its clothes were covered in white fur; it had probably been playing with that fox again.

He stared at Ji Qing, his mind racing.

Before this, Tinglan had never met such a person... He had no desire for worldly power, as if these things were of little use to him. He just liked to eat and play, and was as simple as a little animal. It was very relaxing to be with him.

It seems he wouldn't care... He's a eunuch, not really a man.

But sometimes, he simply couldn't understand what the young prince was thinking, which led to all sorts of wild thoughts...

He almost genuinely believed that the young prince was interested in him.

Tinglan walked over and stood beside the bed. For some reason, she chuckled softly and reached out to pinch the little prince's earlobe. The earlobe was a small, white and reddish-white, just like the little prince himself. It was very soft and tender to the touch, making it irresistible.

Just as he was about to move his hand away, he saw the little prince's eyelashes flutter twice, and then his eyes quickly opened.

But the expected eye contact didn't happen. The fox lazily tilted its head, tossed its hair back, and very generously exposed its ears.

You can touch it as much as you like, I knew my little fox was very pettable!

pride!

This was practically a blatant invitation, a temptation, but Tinglan stood still for a long time.

The fox grew a little annoyed and turned to look at him directly.

Are you going to touch it or not? I'm still waiting.

"Your Highness." Tinglan's voice was a little hoarse.

The fox raised its head and tilted it to the side. "Hmph, if you don't touch me this time, you won't be able to touch me next time. I'm not that kind of fox."

How dare he refuse an invitation from a vixen!

Tinglan knelt down in front of the bed, his gaze level with the young prince's. He had regained his composure and spoke slowly, "The person behind the kidnapping of Your Highness at the last Lantern Festival has been found. What does Your Highness intend to do with him?"

The fox exclaimed, then cautiously probed, "How about we beat him up?"

"That man wanted His Highness's life, isn't this punishment too lenient?"

The fox shrank further under the covers, only its head peeking out. "Why did he want to kill me?"

Could this guy be a chicken demon? Because I ate too many of his kind, he came to take revenge on me after he became a demon.

"Because he is malicious and not a kind person." Seeing the confused look in the young prince's eyes, Tinglan smiled and added, "Because he is not a good person."

The fox immediately threw off the covers and sat up triumphantly. "They're all human. As long as it's not Chicken Essence seeking revenge, I'm not afraid. Hmph, I can slap three people away with one slap."

"It's alright, Tinglan, do whatever you want, I'm fine with it." The fox grinned foolishly.

The fox rolled over on the couch, lying comfortably, when suddenly a serious problem occurred to him: he was a very powerful fox spirit, while Tinglan was a human.

Humans are so fragile. They can't stand being cold, they can't stand being hot, and they can't stand being exposed to the wind. Even a small wound could kill them.

It's alright if someone harms the fox spirit, but it's terrible if someone wants to harm Tinglan!

The fox immediately jumped off the bed and cautiously surveyed the room to make sure no strange villains were hiding there.

Tinglan turned a page of his book, and the fox squatted down to examine his chair.

Tinglan wrote two words, and the fox and dog sneaked under his table.

"Your Highness... what are you doing?"

The fox poked its head out from under the table and said confidently, "I've checked, there are no bad people in this room, you can rest assured."

Tinglan looked puzzled, but had no choice but to coax the little prince out with some snacks.

The fox, munching on some pastry, announced his plan with satisfaction: "You need to stay with me more often. If you run into bad guys, I can help you beat them up."

Just follow me, Little Fox, and I'll take care of you!

Upon hearing this, Tinglan's face flushed uncontrollably, and she stiffly looked away. "Your Highness is joking again."

The fox immediately objected, standing up with his hands on his hips, "I'm not joking, I'm serious."

Tinglan had no choice but to coax him, "Then this servant will be going to the Imperial Study later. Would Your Highness please accompany me?"

The fox immediately smiled and nodded, muttering, "That's more like it."

It was freezing cold outside, but the Emperor's sedan chair was still warm and cozy.

Tinglan had already entered the Imperial Study, while the fox, having nothing to do in the sedan chair, ate all the milk pastries.

Inside the Imperial Study, the sandalwood scent was very strong. The Emperor picked up a golden pill from the table, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and listened to Tinglan's report.

After a moment, the emperor waved his hand impatiently, opening his eyes slightly. "Alright, you can make these decisions yourself."

"yes."

The emperor then asked, "How has Pei Yue been lately? Has he caused any trouble?"

"All is well."

“I have many sons, and several of them have died. Now that I am old, release him from the imperial prison and confine him in the royal palace in the capital.”

The emperor frowned, as if he had suddenly remembered something, "Thirteenth... how is he?"

"His Highness the Thirteenth Prince is doing well."

"Is he seventeen or eighteen this year?" the emperor asked again, closing his eyes.

"Your Highness is seventeen years old, and will soon be eighteen." Tinglan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

"It's time for her to get married."

Tinglan, who had been standing with his eyes down, suddenly felt cold sweat on his palms upon hearing this and abruptly raised his eyes.

Should we increase Zhou Yiqing's influence to avoid any unforeseen complications? But if we act now, the Crown Prince will be even more difficult to deal with once he ascends the throne…

The emperor kept his eyes closed, and after a moment uttered, "Be careful with the seal of office."

The emperor's words meant that he was offering his son as a bargaining chip to the emperor.

His marriage was left to the Grand Eunuch to decide. After all, this new son was handsome and popular. Whether he was to be married off to a princess for a political marriage or to win favor with members of the imperial family or ministers through marriage, it could be done according to the Grand Eunuch's wishes.

Tinglan breathed a sigh of relief instantly, as if the sharp blade hanging over her head had finally been removed. She relaxed completely and quickly bowed her head in agreement.

He stepped out of the imperial study, glanced at the sky, lifted the curtain, and entered the sedan chair.

The young prince remained obedient, sitting in the sedan chair and waiting. Upon seeing him arrive, he immediately smiled and went over to him.

He was completely unaware that his father had already easily given him away as a favor.

The sedan chair slowly drove away. Tinglan toyed with a teacup in his hand, carefully choosing his words, "Your Highness, what is your impression of His Majesty?"

The fox looked puzzled. "I only met that old man once. What impression could I possibly have?"

He pouted and whispered, leaning closer, "No."

Tinglan's mood calmed down, thankfully there was no father-son relationship between the young prince and the emperor.

He then gazed at the young prince's delicate profile, a strange emotion gradually rising within him.

Since the young prince's marriage cannot be interfered with by outsiders, then is the current prince... his?

"Your Highness." Tinglan reached out and tentatively touched the little prince's fingertips.

The fox hummed in agreement, turned around with a smile, and very naturally took his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Didn't Your Highness say before that you wanted to stay with me forever?"

The fox nodded. "Playing together and being together are pretty much the same thing, right? No problem."

"Does that... count?" Tinglan's voice trembled slightly.

If the young prince shakes his head, he will act as if nothing has happened.

Without hesitation, the young prince nodded again.

Tinglan closed her eyes, concealing the complex emotions that flashed within them.

I gave Your Highness a chance, but Your Highness refused to leave. If you want to leave later, you won't be able to...

The fox was completely oblivious to Tinglan's reaction; he was also troubled.

Of all the people I met after I came down the mountain, my favorite was Tinglan.

After I've survived this ordeal and go home, what will you do then?

Can I take you with me? I'll introduce you to my sister, and we can roast chicken together in the yard, then watch the snow-capped mountains, gaze at the stars, and soak in a hot spring at night.

So, should we sleep in one room or two rooms?

If we sleep in the same room, does that mean I can listen to Tinglan tell stories at night?

Let's sleep in the same room then. I'll give my favorite blanket to my best friend.

But what if Tinglan doesn't want to come with me? Should I stay?

If I stay, what will happen to my sister? She'll definitely miss me. And the free-range chickens at home, it'll be a waste if no one eats them, but it feels a bit wasteful to give them to the Taoist priest next door.

Ugh, this is so frustrating.

The fox scratched its hair hard, turned to look at Tinglan, tilted its head, lay on his shoulder, grabbed his hand, and played with the thumb ring on his thumb.

Tinglan's ears instantly turned bright red, her mind went blank, her shoulders stiffened, and she looked to the side.

The fox approached, wanting to ask if he would like to go with him, but suddenly remembered the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Tinglan is a human being, while he is a vixen.

Some immediately hung their heads in dejection. What if Tinglan only liked people and not vixens?

But then the fox perked up again, looking at Tinglan with a wicked grin.

I'm a vixen, and vixens are best at seducing people. If Tinglan likes someone else and ignores me, I'll seduce him away!

I'm so smart!

How could there be such a clever fox as me?

Hmph, if you want to dump me, just wait and see how powerful this vixen is.

A note from the author:

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Feeling guilty... I was a little late today.

That silly fox doesn't even know what seduction means. [cat emoji]