Chapter 122 Doesn’t this mask hurt?
The moment Jiang Xue had this thought, her hair stood on end.
Although she planned to "seduce" Jing Ye, she didn't think Jing Ye would be so foolish as to fall in love with her just because of her beauty.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that such a thought was blasphemous - if Jing Ye knew what she was thinking at the moment, he would probably strangle her to death.
She shook her head, as if to deny her ridiculous idea and to make herself more sober.
Jing Ye looked at her sitting on the bed with disheveled hair, shaking her head, frowning, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Why, the princess finds it incredible that I know Zheng Run?"
Jiang Xue calmed down, and when she heard Zheng Run's name, she suddenly looked at Jing Ye and said, "Didn't the prince say that he couldn't send us off because he had something urgent? How did he know that we met Zheng Run?"
The only response she got was Jing Ye's silence.
She felt Jing Ye's aura had become even colder, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck, then quickly changed the subject tactfully.
"Speaking of little brother Zheng Run, is he also considered the prince's junior brother?"
"I wonder how his Qinggong compares to yours? I'm in need of some men who can do things for me right now - if I want to recruit him for my own use, do you think it's feasible?"
Jiang Xue waited cautiously for Jing Ye's reply, but when she saw that he was still silent, she tried to talk about something else.
"That Jiyan Building..."
"Zheng Run is my junior fellow apprentice," Jing Ye suddenly said, "After all, there are already enough idiots in the East China Sea, one more isn't too much."
"But how do you recruit people, Princess?" Jing Ye asked, "Why, do you not have enough Wu An Lang?"
Seeing that his tone had softened a lot, Jiang Xue quickly joined in the conversation.
"I have too many things to investigate right now," Jiang Xue said, "and you also know about Qiong Shuang's marriage. I sent one to the east and one to the west. You made a fuss in Jingzhao Yinfu yesterday, so I had to send another one to keep an eye on Gu Lintan. Even if I want to help her now, I don't have the manpower."
"Help?" Jing Ye raised his eyebrows, "How are you going to help?"
"Isn't Zheng Run your junior fellow apprentice?" Jiang Xue smiled and said, "He is one of us after all. Qiong Shuang's matter is a private matter. I would not feel comfortable if someone else interfered. But it is not easy for the prince to inquire about such matters. After all, it is just a rejection of marriage, which is not a glorious method."
"Really?" Jing Ye suddenly approached, sat down beside her bed, leaned down and put his face close to hers, and said, "I am also her senior brother, so do I and the princess count as - family members?"
Jiang Xue shrank her body to the innermost part, trying to distance herself from him, and said with a wry smile: "Yes, isn't it?"
"If that's the case," Jing Ye moved closer, with a threatening tone, and said, "Then why can't you discuss it with me if you can discuss it with Zheng Run?"
Jiang Xue only felt a throbbing pain in her forehead. Her bed was so small that she had been forced into a corner by him.
She gritted her teeth, pulled her hand out from the quilt, and put her hand on Jing Ye's shoulder to prevent him from getting any closer.
"How can I trouble Your Majesty for such a trivial matter?" She blinked her eyes and said, "If Your Majesty really wants to help me, there is another way."
"Oh?" Jing Ye suddenly closed his eyes, supported his hands beside her, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Then Princess, tell me, how can I help you?"
Jiang Xue swallowed and saw that he seemed very relaxed, and even a little - happy?
She suddenly had the urge to test him, so she withdrew her hand from his shoulder and whispered softly in his ear, "I think the jade token that the prince gave me..."
"Can you please bring it back to me..."
Her voice was gentle but trembling a little, half of it was fake shyness and helplessness, and half was real nervousness as her heart was beating like a drum.
Just go for it, that’s what Jiang Xue thought.
"Aren't you afraid of owing me a favor?" Jing Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes looked straight into Jiang Xue's bright eyes.
Jiang Xue was stunned. This was the first time he did not call himself "Lonely" in front of her.
"Afraid..." She murmured involuntarily. Seeing Jing Ye's eyes move slightly, she quickly said, "I'm not afraid, but I'm worried that I owe the prince too much and it will be difficult to repay."
"Then you still dare to ask me for it?" Jing Ye asked, "Do you know what that jade token is?"
"You can borrow the prince's feathered guards," Jiang Xue replied, "Didn't the prince tell me that?"
"Then Princess, do you know what the status of my Feather Guards is in the country?"
"Is it important?"
Jing Ye whispered, "Guards, spies, assassins - when I was forcing the emperor to abdicate, the Feather Guards were still a bloodless hidden weapon that could kill people and defeat an army of one hundred."
Jiang Xue was asking the question even though she knew the answer. She knew that the Yuwei were definitely not ordinary guards. Could the secret guards beside a man of Jing Ye's status and position be just ordinary people?
Jiang Xue looked at him, stunned and said: "Then, why was the prince willing to give me the jade token before? If such an invincible force is placed in the hands of the princess of Ji State, wouldn't the prince be worried?"
Jing Ye suddenly laughed, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and said, "I have never been worried, because I don't think the princess has such ability."
"But why do you want to do me such a great favor?" Jiang Xue showed a confused expression. She really had never figured this out.
Jing Ye did not answer, but only asked: "Princess, do you want Yuwei to be your helper?"
Jiang Xue nodded and said, "I do now..."
Before she could finish her words, Jing Ye reached out and pressed down the lower half of her face.
He said in a low voice, "Then Princess, please bring something to exchange with me."
Jiang Xue was stunned: "What?"
Jing Ye leaned over and whispered a word.
Jiang Xue seemed not to have heard clearly. She turned her head and looked at him in confusion and said, "Your Highness, can you speak louder? I can't hear you."
Jing Ye didn't say anything else. He suddenly straightened up the body that was pressing on her, turned over and took off his boots.
Jiang Xue was horrified and asked, "What is your Highness going to do?!"
Jing Ye quickly reached out and pulled down the curtain beside the bed, pulled back Jiang Xue's quilt, pulled her into his arms, then fell backwards with her and covered her head with the quilt again.
Jiang Xue resisted subconsciously, but the strength of her hands and feet was no match for Jing Ye. She whispered under the quilt, "Prince! You are too presumptuous!"
"If you want Yuwei," Jing Ye held her arms and said, "Stop making trouble."
"I'm tired, I'll go after a nap."
Jiang Xue stared down at the man beside her, the mask still on his face. The moonlight filtered through the curtain, and the mask in front of her seemed to emit a faint glow.
Jing Ye's warm breath sprayed evenly on her neck, as if millions of feathers were constantly tickling her heart.
Jiang Xue felt as if her face was boiling water, so hot that it made her uncomfortable.
The heart in my chest was beating violently, as if it would burst out of my bones at any moment.
She froze and dared not move at all, for fear that any movement would deepen their physical contact; after a while, seeing that Jing Ye did not make any other movements, she dared to move her fingers slightly.
"Your Majesty," she said in a hoarse voice, looking at the person beside her, "Do you have to wear this mask when you sleep?"
Jing Ye buried his head in her neck. This mask - made her uncomfortable.
"Yeah." Jing Ye replied in a low voice.
"I've seen the prince's true face," Jiang Xue advised, "why don't you take it off? It's a bit irritating... Of course, I'm not saying it's irritating to me, I'm just afraid that if you sleep like this all night, there will be marks on your face tomorrow."
"I don't like it." Jing Ye replied indifferently.
"What don't you like..."
"You're too noisy." Jing Ye raised his head and rested it on the pillow, saying, "If you keep talking, I'll stop you from talking."
Jiang Xue understood and immediately shut up. Lu Qiongshuang, his own junior sister, could be silenced by him, so Jiang Xue didn't think she was that different.
She turned to look at Jing Ye beside her and fell into deep thought.
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