Chapter 106 "Ah Yao, if it's a betrothal, then..."
Two hours later.
Ji Chengnin strode out of the palace gate.
The young marquis walked briskly, his face beaming with joy. Qin Min noticed that he was much happier than when he had entered the palace earlier. Half speechless and half inquisitive, she said, "Please take care, Your Highness."
Ji Chengnin waved his hand, "I haven't inherited the title yet," then chuckled, "Eunuch Qin, there's no need to see me off. Please, please stay."
After being reprimanded by His Majesty for his absurdity and having his salary deducted, Qin Min thought to himself, "What's so funny about this?!"
Is it really because he is a eunuch that he can no longer understand these lovesick men and women in the world?
The young marquis seems carefree, how could he be so muddle-headed?
He thought to himself, "What do you mean?"
He watched as Ji Chengnin leaped onto his horse and galloped away.
The young man's official robes were crimson, shimmering like flowing gold, and his robes fluttered in the wind, exuding an indescribable air of freedom and elegance.
As soon as he left the palace, the smile on Ji Chengnin's face vanished completely.
He hurried back home.
As soon as he stepped into the Ji residence, the old steward and a group of servants were already there to congratulate him. Upon seeing him return, they hurriedly exclaimed in unison, "Congratulations, Your Highness!"
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Your Highness."
Chizheng and Huaide were also beaming with joy.
Ji Chengnin waved his hand, a smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Reward them all." He then instructed Chizheng to prepare the reward money and strode inside. "Where is my second uncle?"
"Your Highness, the Second Master is still at the government office."
Ji Chengnin raised an eyebrow, "At this hour, in the government office?"
Huai De scratched his head. "For the past two weeks, Second Master has been coming back very late, and he even spent a night in the palace. It seems, it seems, that His Majesty wanted to play chess with Second Master."
Ji Chengnin responded with an "oh," his face expressionless.
He turned back to his own courtyard.
As he walked a few hundred steps, Ji Chengnin's thoughts raced wildly.
My second uncle isn't here, and I don't know if Cui Yao is here either.
But whether he was there or not... Ji Chengnin thought to himself, never mind.
With a heart full of worries, not knowing who to confide in, I went to my bedroom.
Huai De habitually stepped forward to help Ji Chengning remove his outer robe, but the young marquis raised his hand and said, "No need, you can leave."
Huai De looked at Ji Cheng Ning with a puzzled expression.
After not seeing him for several months, the young master didn't even need him to take off his clothes anymore. For a moment, he was a little nervous. Could it be that he hadn't served him well enough and the young master wanted to replace him?
He was on tenterhooks, but then Ji Chengnin continued, "Without my orders, no one needs to come in."
"yes."
Only then did I feel at ease.
Ji Chengning took off his outer robe and casually draped his official robes over the clothes rack.
Although I didn't stay in the military camp for long, I had already gotten used to not being served by anyone and always felt uncomfortable as if I was being watched.
Change into casual robes.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Ji Chengning frowned; he had indeed gotten much darker!
The man in the mirror frowned slightly, looking every bit the beauty with sorrow. After a few glances, he felt satisfied and couldn't help but smile.
He got up and left.
"Smack."
The fan that was still attached to his belt tapped his legs a few times.
Ji Chengnin's smile faltered slightly.
Before setting out, he never imagined that he could be so "unconcerned about victory." Even after returning from a great victory, his heart was still heavy, as if something was pressing down on him.
He breathed a sigh of relief and strode into the inner room.
The inner room of the bedroom was not lit.
Layers of gauze curtains, light as mist.
Yes, but it was just candlelight being thrown in from outside.
Ji Chengnin pushed aside the curtain and went inside.
The room was too dark, so he took out a tinderbox and lit it on the candlestick.
A half-burnt lamp sways gently.
It illuminated a corner of the world.
It also cast a distorted shadow, overflowing from Ji Chengning's feet and spreading outwards.
"call--"
A chilly breath brushed past my ear.
Ji Chengnin had no time to react.
The next moment, the lights went out.
He was startled and turned around abruptly.
But the windows were tightly shut.
He couldn't feel the slightest movement of air; the only tremor was the breath he exhaled from his mouth and nose, which appeared overly chaotic due to its rapid rise and fall.
yes……!
His pupils suddenly contracted.
A person suddenly popped into my mind.
A man who was once audacious and reckless is now hiding from him, avoiding his presence.
My heart was pounding like a drum.
But Ji Chengnin's expression remained calm, and even his hand holding the tinderbox didn't tremble.
"Um?"
It seems they really don't understand.
He then bent down and lit the candle.
Before the light could even flicker in the room, the lights suddenly went out!
This time, the icy chill swept across his neck with even greater force. It was so cold and so sudden that Ji Chengning shuddered, and small goosebumps immediately appeared on his skin.
But the pounding in my heart only got worse.
He remained motionless.
As a result, the ghosts became increasingly audacious.
Get close.
You need to bend down.
It silently opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs. A damp, cold breath brushed against the skin, absorbing the body heat and releasing a tiny bit of steam.
It was as if she had truly used the lingering warmth from his body to warm herself once.
However, the person whose warmth was being relentlessly drained by the ghost remained unmoved.
The owner of the hand traced the tinder, seemingly genuinely puzzled as to why the candle could not be lit.
The dim light from outside filtered into the inner room.
In the dim light, two faint shadows, almost imperceptible, twisted together, yet intimately intertwined.
As a result, the ghosts became increasingly outrageous.
Lean down and get closer.
Their backs collided with their chests.
"Bang."
I wonder whose heartbeat it is.
Since touching is allowed, could I hug him and hold him tightly in my arms?
If he hadn't refused the hug, could he...
"Click—"
The sound of the tinderbox being lit interrupted the ghost's thoughts.
The candle, lit and then quickly extinguished, was half-melted and stuck stickily to one side.
Ji Chengning gripped the tinderbox tightly in one hand, while the other hand hung at his side.
The dagger was within reach.
Being too close, my instincts screamed a warning of danger.
My spine is feeling numb.
That chilling aura had already descended, approaching the earlobe.
So close, Ji Chengning could even feel the warm, sticky sensation of his lips.
I was starving.
If you were walking alone at night and encountered a wolf, you wouldn't dare turn around, for fear that if you did, your throat would be bitten off.
However, the imagined fear is even more unbearable.
His chest trembled, and his ears were ringing. He wanted to deceive himself that it was all an illusion, but he also wanted to draw his knife and fight back to determine who was superior and who was dead.
"call……"
A shivering puff of hot air shot out from his nostrils.
how so?
How could I feel both fear and excitement?
He struggled to steady his hand holding the tinderbox and leaned over again to light the fire.
But this time, an arm had already silently wrapped around his waist and pulled him into its embrace!
"Crackling and popping!"
The candlelight flickered wildly.
Ji Chengnin turned around abruptly.
The dagger swiftly and ruthlessly stabbed backward, precisely pressing against the ghost's neck, which was inches away.
The blade turned, its cold light gleaming.
The sharp glint of the blade illuminated the opponent's face.
It was a face of pristine beauty, like ice or jade, serene as autumn water.
But he was born with a pair of eyes that were the complete opposite of his face.
Dark, terrifying, and emotionally charged eyes, with a ferocious blood-red color like spider silk covering most of them, making them extremely frightening to look at.
The instant he turned around, it was as if a raging fire had met oil, instantly igniting his eyes!
Ignoring the blade, the newcomer wrapped his arms tightly around Ji Chengnin, trapping him completely in his embrace.
The bones collided, almost causing pain.
However, his breathing became even heavier.
The blade cuts through iron like mud, easily slicing through the skin.
Crimson blood seeped out.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, gripping Ji Chengnin's waist tightly, his voice trembling with excitement.
He lowered his head, leaned close to Ji Chengnin's ear, and said, barely suppressing his excitement, "I've got you."
Extremely mute.
"Bang!"
Their backs collided violently with the table. In the struggle, the two exchanged sharp punches, their clothes rubbing against each other. Although they showed no mercy, the way one held the knife while looking back and forth, and the other held the other tightly with one hand, made it seem particularly strange and awkward.
Ji Chengning's eyes were red, not from excitement at seeing Cui Yao, but from being entangled and unable to resist, feeling constrained and hot all over, unable to tell whether it was from irritation or something else.
With a forceful upward thrust of his knee, he swept his leg towards Cui Yao's shin while Cui Yao dodged.
Caught off guard, Cui Yao felt a dull pain in his calf. With a "crack," his leg bone made a muffled sound as it could no longer bear the weight. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he laughed.
Since the pain was too much to bear, she stopped standing and fell backward, her hands still tightly wrapped around Ji Chengnin's waist.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye; the next moment, the two of them were crashing to the ground with a thud.
No, it should be said that Cui Yao crashed to the ground.
Ji Chengning was held in his arms and tried to move, but his arms tightened around him as he felt Ji Chengning's struggle.
A soft laugh came from above, so clear and pleasant that it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.
It is Zhong Mei.
This irresistible and eerie way of getting close can only be done by Zhong Mei.
Her sweet laughter reached my ears, and her beautiful appearance was like water; it was Cui Yao again.
Ji Chengnin barely suppressed the urge to punch him.
My eyes felt hot, and my breath felt hot too.
"Your Highness."
This ghost doesn't know how to restrain itself.
She propped herself up and pressed her forehead against his, very close.
Their breaths mingled, and they mingled intimately together.
Ji Chengning smiled.
But there was more chill in his voice.
"Your Highness, why aren't you saying anything?"
That beautiful voice rang in my ears and on my lips, seemingly everywhere.
If it were real, it would slither like a snake into every hole it could reach.
The dim light cast a hazy glow on Cui Yao's face.
Indistinct and blurry, like a layer of rouge about to melt.
Ji Chengning felt a deep pity for him.
I was also very angry.
Cui Yao deceived him for so long, and in the end, she didn't even offer a single word of explanation. Now she's acting all cute and affectionate. Is there such an easy thing in this world?
Even if there were, it wasn't given to him by Ji Chengning.
Undeterred by the lack of an answer, Cui Yao moved even closer and whispered, "Are you angry?"
“If he’s angry,” he muttered to himself, answering his own question, a hint of bewilderment and…madness in his eyes, “would the young master obediently let me hold him?”
Gently touch the tip of the nose.
Softly blended together.
"Yeah?"
Although it was a question, the tone was firm.
However, the arm holding Ji Chengning tightened more and more.
Seeing that Ji Chengning did not answer, Cui Yao's eyes grew even darker. She was extremely frightened, but instead, she gained endless courage. Her thin, cool lips slid down her jawline.
It seemed as if he was confirming that Ji Chengnin was still in his arms, or perhaps it was an attempt to please him.
The sharp canine teeth bit into the belt.
Ji Chengnin did not stop it.
The exquisite and luxurious fragrance enveloped her nose once more. Cui Yao took a deep breath and murmured, "Your Highness."
The damp, cold kiss marks meandered.
Ji Chengning ran his fingers through Cui Yao's hair and suddenly came up with a very, very interesting idea.
Use their own methods against them.
Then, her lips, reddened from being crushed, parted slightly.
“Ah Yao”.
The gentleness was too much; Cui Yao felt a shiver run down his spine, a tingling sensation. He looked up in disbelief, his eyes lighting up instantly, "Your Highness?"
Vague and ambiguous.
His fingers gently brushed against his scalp, making a soft rustling sound. Cui Yao rubbed his face against Ji Chengning's fingers, but then vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
This kind of coquettishness and flattery shouldn't have appeared on him—but what's wrong with it when he's facing Ji Chengning?
Ji Chengnin looked into his eyes.
"Who are you going to marry? Surely you're not just making up some random person to fool me, young marquis?"
The emperor narrowed his eyes, his tone unfriendly yet tinged with curiosity.
“Your Majesty, I dare not deceive you, but…” Ji Chengnin stammered.
The emperor said in a deep voice, "I grant you permission to speak frankly."
Ji Chengnin lowered his head and said, “Your Majesty, the person I admire is a man. We are mutually in love and cherish each other. However, because we are both men, I fear that this matter will not be accepted by the world. Therefore, I have kept it a secret. If Your Majesty can grant me marriage, I will be eternally grateful.”
Press your forehead against the back of your hand.
"Your Majesty, please grant my request!"
The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The memory is exceptionally clear.
Ji Chengning smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, like a lover's whisper.
He stroked Cui Yao's earlobe with his fingers, and was pleased to feel that the other person seemed to be ticklish. Her body stiffened slightly, but she immediately moved closer to him ingratiatingly, asking for intimacy.
“Ah Yao”.
Cui Yao looked at him.
She was almost completely captivated and overjoyed by the sudden intimacy from the young marquis after more than ten days of coldness.
wrong.
The last vestiges of reason desperately reminded him.
wrong.
Although the Crown Prince does not concern himself with trivial matters, he cannot tolerate deception, especially this kind of deception.
How could the raging anger from before have vanished so easily?
Be cautious, be extremely cautious.
But, Cui Yao thought, her burning eyes fixed on Ji Chengning, so what?
At this moment, he would willingly offer his life if the prince wanted it, so his tone became even gentler, "Prince, what do you want to say?"
Ji Chengnin touched his face and said, "I'm getting married."
Cui Yao was taken aback.
What?
What is Your Highness saying?
The fleeting, dreamlike intimacy that had just occurred exploded suddenly, seemingly right beside Cui Yao's ear—bang!
A deafening roar erupted.
He stared blankly at Ji Chengnin, his mind a complete blank, with only the words remaining: "I'm getting married."
How is that possible?!
That hand was still gently touching him.
His lips, which he both loved and hated most, parted and opened, as he asked with distress, "A-Yao, if we were to propose marriage, what should we give as a gift?"
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