Chapter 39: Breaking the Greed The touch beneath me is firm, and my body...
The touch beneath her was firm, and her body heat radiated through her clothes. Luo Qingling leaned facedown on the boy's shoulder. She couldn't help but curl her fingertips. The next moment, her five fingers were suddenly grabbed.
"Where are you touching, Luo Qingling?" His voice was clear, with a hint of impatience.
It’s Qin Yanheng.
Her heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment. Luo Qingling took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and dared not move. Not for any reason, but simply because she was currently lying on top of Qin Yanheng, and the usually precious little prince was now like a meat pie beneath her.
The meat pie moved slightly, and Qin Yanheng sighed as he lay flat on his back. He suddenly let go of Luo Qingling's hand and teased with a smile: "How long are you going to lie down here? If you still don't want to get up, why don't you come back to the palace with me and lie down for half a day? You'd better get up now. The Queen's people are still outside. If someone sees you..."
"I don't want to lie down anymore!" Luo Qingling jumped up, put his hands behind his back, and pressed against the secret door, lowering his head and not daring to look at Qin Yanheng.
As far as the eye could see, Qin Yanheng was wearing a black and gold python robe, the front of the robe was a little wrinkled because of her pressure. Qin Yanheng was sitting on the ground with one leg raised, brushing the dust off his shoulders.
One of them is standing, the other is sitting; one is moving, the other is still.
Luo Qingling just watched Qin Yanheng stand up and walk straight towards her.
What is this for?
As Qin Yanheng got closer, Luo Qingling widened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. Her eyes flashed and her head turned to the side.
In broad daylight, in the same room, what did he want? Luo Qingling squeezed his eyes shut, his heart pounding in his throat. He couldn't hold her responsible just because she'd dragged him through the secret door in front of everyone. Even if she did, it shouldn't be like this...
"rash!"
Luo Qingling suddenly turned his head to look at him and couldn't help but speak.
As soon as the words came out, Qin Yanheng was stunned for a moment, the smile frozen on his lips. He stopped and looked at Luo Qingling for a long moment, as if suddenly understanding something. Qin Yanheng sneered, his thin lips curled slightly: "I just want to open the door, what are you thinking?"
Hmm? Open the door?
Luo Qingling's body stiffened, and her hands behind her back touched the door lock intentionally or unintentionally. She slowly turned around and saw the secret door behind her - when she climbed up from Qin Yanheng just now, she was so anxious that she didn't notice that she was standing at the secret door.
A pair of slender hands passed through her waist, and warm breath was felt on her head. Qin Yanheng chuckled and said, "How can I open the door if you stand here?"
"This door can't be opened," Luo Qingling replied stiffly. She had just tried to push open the secret door, but to no avail.
Seeing this, Qin Yanheng pushed hard, but the secret door didn't budge. He pondered for a moment and said, "It must have been locked from the outside."
"Locked? Who would lock us in there on purpose?"
Qin Yanheng did not answer, but turned around and looked around, slowly pacing in the room looking for an exit.
Just now, when the carriage arrived outside the palace, a little maid beside the queen came up and whispered to Qin Yanheng that the queen was waiting for him in the backyard of the palace, and asked Qin Yanheng to be sure to go to the backyard in time.
Because she was his mother's maid, Qin Yanheng didn't suspect anything. He dismounted the carriage and headed straight for the backyard. Halfway there, he heard Bai Ruxue's voice, saying there was a demonic presence within Xiangshan Temple. He quickened his pace, but upon entering the backyard, he saw a woman pushing Luo Qingling through a secret door. He then dodged forward.
He was locked in the room with Luo Qingling.
"Who was the person you just rescued?" Qin Yanheng felt from the bottom of his heart that this incident was definitely not caused by a monster, but was probably man-made.
"Your Highness, are you saying... someone has framed me here?" Luo Qingling immediately understood what Qin Yanheng was thinking. "I've just arrived in the capital and I don't have any enemies. Why would they frame me?"
She was met with silence, and Qin Yanheng didn't know what was happening. His eyes lit up, as if he had seen something. He quickly stepped forward and pushed open a door in the room. A cold air rushed in, carrying a wisp of white mist.
"This is... an ice storage!" Luo Qingling exclaimed in surprise.
*
Palace, backyard.
The second daughter of the Jiang family hid behind the bushes. The slightly taller Jiang Mengyun frowned, looking worriedly at her younger sister Jiang Shiyun, who was adjusting her clothes. She said hurriedly, "Let's go! That scene just now really attracted too much attention. The Queen must be on her way."
Hearing this, Jiang Shiyun raised her neck and retorted, "Why?! Sister, it was supposed to be Prince Rong An and I who were 'trapped' in the secret door, and then the Queen brought people to rescue us, and then... then granted us a marriage as a matter of course. Why did it turn out like this! Who was it that just pulled me out?"
"That's Miss Luo—"
Jiang Mengyun couldn't wait any longer and tried to pull Jiang Shiyun away. She said anxiously, "If you don't leave now, what if the Queen sees you? How will you explain it? What if the Queen..."
"The Queen won't know that we were the ones plotting against Prince Rong'an!" Jiang Shiyun felt that she had no right to give up her soon-to-be husband to Luo Qingling. She shook off Jiang Mengyun's hand and headed for the secret door. "I'm going to rescue Prince Rong'an. We can't let them be discovered by the Queen."
As he was speaking, a corner of a phoenix robe appeared in sight at the courtyard gate, followed by dozens of maids.
"Oh no! The Queen is here, let's go!"
Jiang Mengyun didn't care what his sister was thinking. He hurried forward and grabbed her shoulders. The two of them disappeared into the bushes.
*
Secret door, in the ice storage.
The coat was loose on her shoulders, and the temperature of the clothes had not yet dropped. Luo Qingling grasped the brocade clothes draped around her body with both hands to prevent them from slipping off. The black and gold coat seemed particularly loose on her. Today, Luo Qingling was still wearing a watercolor gauze dress, which contrasted sharply with the black and gold on her shoulders.
She looked at Qin Yanheng who was walking in front of her. The latter was only wearing a thin white shirt. At this moment, he was walking calmly and slowly leading her forward.
"The temperature in the ice storage is too low. Your skin is too thin to withstand the cold. I'm only giving you a coat as a gentleman. Don't think too much about it." Qin Yanheng said this without even turning his head. As if it wasn't enough, he added, "This prince has no such intentions towards you."
She didn't ask...
Luo Qingling rolled her eyes. She just felt that Qin Yanheng's brain circuits were sometimes not normal. After all, in this situation, most people would just think about waiting for rescue in the secret door. But Qin Yanheng said something like, "Since we are here, why not come with me for a walk?" and "Since we can't get out of the main door anyway, why not go into the ice storage and try to find a glimmer of hope?"
Who would have thought there was a way to survive in the ice storage? This person probably felt that his life was too comfortable and wanted to find something to do.
The young man in front of her suddenly stopped, and Luo Qingling suddenly came back to her senses. She was about to say something, but she saw Qin Yanheng suddenly turned around and looked at her with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Luo Qingling, are you cursing me in your heart?" Qin Yanheng smiled.
"How could that be!" Luo Qingling denied repeatedly, "Who would scold a young prince from a wealthy family?"
Hearing this, Qin Yanheng sneered, glanced to the side, and then looked back at her, his lips curled in silence. Luo Qingling was puzzled and followed his gaze, but she froze when she saw him.
A wall was covered with ice, and the transparent white surface of the ice was like a mirror, reflecting the two people standing face to face on the ice wall - of course, Luo Qingling's surprised expression was also fully displayed on the ice surface.
She slowly turned back to look at Qin Yanheng, her red lips slightly parted, but she didn't know how to speak. So... had Qin Yanheng just looked at her and silently cursed her all the way?
Luo Qingling slowly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked annoyed.
There was only a light laugh, and the footsteps gradually faded away. Luo Qingling opened his eyes and was about to catch up with Qin Yanheng when he caught a glimpse of a dark yellow in his peripheral vision. The color was familiar, and the size was just right. He was afraid it was...
Luo Qingling hurriedly grabbed Qin Yanheng's sleeve, then pointed at the dark yellow spot on the ice wall and said, "Your Highness, look! Is that talisman paper behind the ice wall?"
His gaze shifted to the ice wall. A hint of yellow shone through the whitish surface, and faint red markings could be made out. It was indeed a piece of yellow talisman paper. This was clearly an ice storage room, so why was there talisman paper? Qin Yanheng's face was stern, and a different thought occurred to him. He suddenly swung his sleeve, and the dagger flew out, stabbing straight at the ice wall.
In the blink of an eye, the ice surface broke apart, and tiny pieces of ice scattered in all directions. Qin Yanheng subconsciously turned to protect Luo Qingling. His thin undershirt was soaked by the icy water and fell loosely around his waist, revealing his strong muscles.
Luo Qingling had no time to be shy, his attention drawn to the secret passage behind the shattered ice wall. Inside the gloomy chamber, he saw talismans plastered all over the stone walls, each inscribed with something in red ink. Luo Qingling didn't know much about magic, and he didn't understand what these yellow talismans were for.
"Let's go in and take a look." Qin Yanheng released his hand from Luo Qingling's waist and walked straight inside.
Several red strings occasionally dangled within the secret passage, and a sense of strangeness crept into the two men's hearts. The space was enclosed, silent, and deserted, with only the sparse sound of their footsteps, one in front and one behind.
The path was not long. After a while, the view in front of them suddenly opened up. There was only a staircase in the empty room. The two of them climbed up the stairs. Even Luo Qingling could feel a demonic aura coming towards them. She couldn't help but stick close to Qin Yanheng. The two of them looked around but there was no trace of any monster.
"Young Prince, there is a coffin over there!" Luo Qingling stretched out his forearm from behind Qin Yanheng and pointed at the place in front and said in surprise.
In the enclosed space with no windows or doors, a coffin was placed in the middle.
"Why is there a coffin in Xiangshan Temple?" Luo Qingling looked up and asked Qin Yanheng. The two wanted to continue walking up, but found that there were no stairs here.
"That's strange. Could it be that the end of this secret passage is just a room for coffins?"
Qin Yanheng walked around the coffin, feeling a strange feeling in his heart. The coffin looked ordinary from the outside, but the room was filled with a strong demonic aura, which made him think that the two previous appearances of demons were closely related to Xiangshan Temple.
"I'll open the coffin and try." Qin Yanheng had an idea.
"Open the coffin? What if there's a dead person inside?" Luo Qingling thought that it was okay for them to break into someone else's "old house" uninvited, but they actually dug up someone else's grave so blatantly. Would they be punished?
Qin Yanheng followed his word and immediately covered the coffin with talismans on all sides, set up a formation, and opened it. He stood in front of the coffin, making hand gestures and muttering something. Behind him, Luo Qingling craned his neck and looked at the coffin lid with some fear. It was covered tightly, airtight.
"Strange." Qin Yanheng muttered softly and switched to making hand gestures.
The coffin lid shook violently, but it couldn't be pushed open. Qin Yanheng had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead and his heartbeat quickened.
No, no, this formation he was used to had somehow slipped out of his control. He couldn't open the coffin any further! Qin Yanheng waved his sleeves in an attempt to stop, and out of the corner of his eye he saw extinguished candles and burnt yellow talismans in the four corners of the room—it was too dark in the room just now, so he hadn't noticed.
Luo Qingling followed Qin Yanheng's gaze, feeling a little uneasy: "That is..."
"It's a spell to summon gods." Qin Yanheng said coldly with narrowed eyes.
broken.
Qin Yanheng panicked, but didn't dare show it. The formation he had just used couldn't be used with the Summoning Spell, otherwise...
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