Thirty-eight
Yun Qi searched around and finally found Ling Junyan in the imperial study.
The eunuch in attendance saw Yun Qi nod slightly, and Yun Qi winked at him, wanting him to leave first.
As the eunuch took his first step, Ling Junyan asked in a deep voice, "Who allowed you to leave?"
The eunuch paused, quickly turned around, knelt down and kowtowed to Ling Junyan, saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Yun Qi knew that he was deliberately throwing a tantrum. Normally, he would have retorted, but now he was indeed feeling wronged.
"I let him go." Yun Qi said while standing there.
Ling Junyan glanced over, then closed the document in his hand and threw it onto the plan, deliberately making a noise.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yunqi first helped the eunuch who was kneeling on the ground up.
"I really let him go this time." Yun Qi called out. Ling Junyan was not sure where he was looking at at the moment, but he didn't say not to let him go anyway, so Yun Qi made the decision on his own.
When they were the only two left in the imperial study, Ling Junyan still sulked and didn't look at him. Even though he had caught a glimpse of Yun Qi approaching from the corner of his eye, he remained as steady as an old dog...
At worst, we can just have an argument.
But Yun Qi didn't think so. He bent down slightly, stroking his chin and looking at Ling Junyan carefully.
Ling Junyan was able to hold himself back and didn't show any reaction.
You still don't care, right? Then you better be mentally prepared.
Yun Qi curled the corner of his mouth, hooked his hands around his neck, and then turned around very smoothly, sitting steadily on Ling Junyan's legs.
Ling Junyan had never seen such a scene before. His psychological defenses were completely destroyed. He was the only one left with a breath left, completely without any resistance.
"Are you still angry?" Yun Qi's voice was soft and coaxing.
Ling Junyan's eyes dodged, and he subconsciously tried to argue, "I didn't."
Yun Qi nodded nonchalantly. "No, then no, but I have something to say to Your Majesty. I'm speaking to Your Majesty purely on my own behalf. I hope Your Majesty can give me a chance, otherwise I'll be miserable if I hold it in. Okay?"
Ling Junyan coughed lightly. Since the opportunity had been given, he shouldn't blame him for being agile. "Since you... have such a request, then I will satisfy you. Speak."
"Thank you, Your Majesty~"
Yun Qi then began to speak, "On the day I delivered the letter to Your Majesty, I had a brief conversation with Prince Feng He of Diyue. He asked me if I was interested in visiting Diyue, and I exchanged pleasantries. He also wanted to give me a token of gratitude, but I declined. He said that in Diyue, any emotion toward someone close to you can be called liking. He asked me if I liked him based on how Diyue expresses affection for friends. I wanted to write to Your Majesty quickly, so I casually said I liked him. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have done that."
As Yunqi was talking, Ling Junyan gradually got used to the feeling of Yunqi sticking to him, and by the time Yunqi finished speaking, he had completely taken the dominant position mentally.
Then he gently put his arms around the waist of the person sitting on his lap.
"Then tell me, what's wrong?"
Yun Qi shuddered and glanced down. When he looked at the person in front of him again, the other person's eyes looking at him were already extremely strong.
What's going on? He's in this state, so why is he so calm? Shouldn't he be fluttering his heart? At the very least, he should be blushing. This is really embarrassing for him!
Is it because the charm is gone?
As expected, the imperial family is the most ruthless. We have only been communicating with each other for a few days and now it is like this. Tsk.
Before Ling Junyan could say anything, Yun Qi was almost broken by his own inner drama.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Yun Qi quickly came to his senses after hearing this, "No, no, I was just... organizing my words."
"My dear, you are always eloquent..."
"Alright, Your Majesty, I've organized it."
Ling Junyan looked at him with a curved lip, not annoyed at being interrupted.
Yun Qi took a deep breath. "Firstly, I'm not close to him, nor am I his friend. Even if I like him differently, I don't have any feelings for him. Secondly, this is in Dagan, and when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I've expressed my feelings for someone other than Your Majesty in Dagan, disregarding Your Majesty's friendship. This is a misdeed on my part, so I've come here today to ask for Your Majesty's forgiveness."
Ling Junyan was happy.
But he won't show it easily.
"Okay, I understand."
…
No more! ?
Just like that???
Yun Qi felt that he needed to calm down. The strong psychological quality of the person in front of him made him a little angry, really angry!
"Now that you know it, that's it." Yun Qi said casually, then broke free from the embrace and stood up.
The man behind him seemed stunned for a moment, originally wanting to tease him, but it seemed like he went too far. So when Yun Qi was about to leave, he quickly stood up and hugged him from behind.
Yun Qi said angrily, "I have said everything I need to say. What is your majesty doing?"
Ling Junyan hugged her for a while before saying, "I'm very surprised and delighted by what you said today. I haven't seen you in a few days. Don't leave so soon."
This makes some sense.
Just forgive him for now.
Yun Qi took the initiative to loosen Ling Junyan's embrace, then turned around, looked at him and said, "You're not good at talking, are you? If you just say you know, do you believe I'll go live outside the palace?"
Ling Junyan lowered his posture and said, "I won't dare to do it again. Besides, my injury hasn't healed yet. Are you willing to leave me alone?"
Yun Qi said casually, "I saw you walking briskly in the Imperial Garden. You don't look like you haven't recovered yet."
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Ling Junyan admitted his mistake sincerely.
Yun Qi quickly suppressed his laughter, "Tsk, this young master is very generous, so I won't bother with you. You better be careful, okay?"
"Yes, sir."
Yunqi was also happy.
"Okay, let's not... I have something else I want to discuss with you."
At Yunqi's suggestion, Ling Junyan reluctantly let him go.
After Yun Qi finished speaking, Ling Junyan objected without even thinking: "No!"
"Listen to me first. Do you remember the 'truth' I told you about? This recording is just like it. According to what Mr. Jiu said, it can be understood that it doesn't belong to this world. This means that there is a high probability that someone in the Yueyue area can explain all the anomalies that have occurred during this period."
Ling Junyan still disagreed: "You also said that we have Mr. Jiu here. Even if he can't be omniscient, I am the emperor. I can summon talented people from all over the world to answer our questions. There is no need for you to take risks at all."
"Then how are you going to gather them? Are you going to post notices everywhere asking if anyone knows where the guns, recordings, and those weird words came from? And then someone with ulterior motives will take advantage of it and say the emperor is crazy. What will you do then?"
Ling Junyan couldn't answer him for a moment, but he still insisted, "That won't work either. At worst, I won't go looking for the truth."
"you…"
“No, no, no!”
Suddenly there was a shout at the door of the imperial study. Ling Junyan and Yun Qi looked over and saw three people rushing forward with unstoppable force, and the guards and eunuchs couldn't stop them.
The reason was that one of them was the Eleventh Prince, and the guards did not dare to use force.
Ling Junyan's eyes darkened. Even though he doted on his younger brother, he was really bold and presumptuous to act like this.
As the three of them approached, they knelt down at the same time.
"Please forgive me, my royal brother."
The other two said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Ling Junyan looked at the eunuchs who had just followed in and said, "You go down first."
After all the irrelevant people left, Ling Junyan looked at the three of them again.
An old man, a drunkard and... the national master.
Ling Junyan did not exempt them from the formalities, but instead asked, "When did the Imperial Master come out of seclusion?"
Imperial Master: "Your Majesty, today is the Si hour."
"You're messing around with them right after you get out of quarantine?"
"minister…"
"Brother Emperor, we have something important to do!" The Eleventh Prince said hurriedly.
"Did I ask you?"
"I..." Old Eleven felt very aggrieved.
Ling Junyan glanced at them and asked, "Who was the one who said no just now?"
The drunkard in the audience trembled all over and raised his hand tremblingly, "Yes, yes...it's me."
Under Ling Junyan's sharp gaze, it was uncomfortable to even look at him.
"Then why don't you explain it to me?"
"Oh, okay... that, no, that... that..."
At this time, the Imperial Preceptor directly took over and said, "Your Majesty must not give up on finding the truth. Yun Qi... must go."
Ling Junyan's eyebrows were visibly filled with anger.
Everyone in the audience, whether they saw it or not, was horrified.
Yunqi was also quite surprised, but since he had a reason to go, it was exactly what he wanted.
So before Ling Junyan could speak, he took the lead and said, "Master, why don't you tell me the reason?"
Later, the three of them used their eloquence to add everything they could, from physical health to the country and the people, and also added an insurance that they would not let Yunqi go alone and would definitely ensure his safety.
Hours passed, and it was almost dark. Finally, Ling Junyan... gave in!
So that day, Yunqi appeared in the first Vietnamese delegation.
Yunqi and Fenghe rode in the same carriage.
In order to prevent the danger from happening again, the court sent additional personnel to escort the delegation's convoy along the way.
It was eventually discovered that the assassin that day was just a group of bandits from nearby. When Shi De and his men arrived, everyone in the village was dead, with no one left alive. It looked like they had committed suicide out of fear of punishment.
Yun Qi looked out the window and sighed silently as the carriage drove away from Mutian City.
"Ah Qi, are you reluctant to leave?" Feng He asked gently from the side.
Yunqi turned around and looked at him. He got angry when he thought about how this man had tricked him before.
Since I can’t be nice to you, I can only pretend to be homesick.
"Well... a little."
Hearing this, Feng He reached out and supported Yun Qi's hand which was supporting himself on the seat. Yun Qi was startled and quickly pulled his hand back.
Feng He smiled upon seeing this and said, "I will come back with you often."
Yunqi held his hand and tried hard to force a smile.
Before joining the delegation, I had asked Old Eleven about this, and to my disappointment, this Prince Diyue was really...
GAY…
The sky is falling.
Yun Qi was so reserved all the way, and the caravan entered a city again. This time they did not follow the usual practice and found an ordinary inn to rest.
But with the escort team there, Yunqi felt that there should be no accidents.
"Come here, Ah Qi, have some water." Feng He handed over a kettle.
They were also very cautious and didn't even drink the water in the inn.
Yun Qi took it as usual. This kettle was specially prepared for him. He had suspected before that it might be drugged or something, but Feng He said that there was no need for him to do that. After a few times, Yun Qi believed it.
So he opened the lid and took a sip.
After drinking, he wanted to ask something else.
Then he fainted.
Feng He had been standing by his side the whole time. She caught him the moment he fainted, and then placed him on the bed in the room. She then sat beside the bed and tidied up his messy hair.
At this time, someone outside the room said, "Prince, someone has arrived."
"Okay." As soon as the words fell, Feng He stared at the person on the bed quietly for a while, then reached out and stroked his cheek, "Aqi, take a rest first."
After saying that, he stood up, pushed the door open and left.
In another room.
"Give him to me."
The person in front of him asked Feng He for someone without any hesitation.
Feng He stared at him indifferently with a pair of ghostly eyes, then pretended to be confused and asked, "Which one do you want?"
"Don't play dumb with me!" the man said angrily.
Feng He suddenly realized something and said, "Oh, that one. But unfortunately, I have to tell you, Third Master, I'm afraid I can't offer it to you with both hands, because... I want it."
The Third Master that Feng He mentioned was none other than the Third Master You, whose hand was severed by Ling Junyan and later reattached.
Master You San showed a mocking smile, "You want it? Don't tell me there aren't enough men for you to play with."
Feng He said sadly, "I can't help it. I've met my true love this time. Third Master, don't you know how you suffered in the first place? Even you can't control yourself, let alone me."
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to give it to me or not?"
Feng He ignored his questioning and asked with interest: "Why do you want him? If you want revenge, can't you just tell me directly? Or... you haven't given up and want to..." Feng He raised the corner of his mouth with an ambiguous smile.
"But I'm quite curious about one thing. How do you know that he will come with me as long as I mention the recording?"
"Feng He! Knowing too much will do you no good. Just hand the person over to me..."
"Ouch." Feng He interrupted him impatiently, "Didn't I tell you, I want you."
Master You San, with his fat body, was about to step forward and grab Feng He's collar.
Feng He said the next second: "And you, you can die now."
Then a sharp blade stabbed into Master You San from behind, but because of his huge body, the blade did not penetrate. From the front, it was easy to think that he was indestructible.
"You..." Master You San pointed at him.
Feng He faced him with a smile, until the moment he fell to the ground, then she changed her expression to one of disgust.
The person behind Master You San put away his sword, and he was just an ordinary member of the First Vietnamese delegation.
At this time, a person walked in from outside the room.
Feng He raised his head and glanced at him, "Divine Doctor, why are you taking over for him? It's all a waste."
The man known as the "miracle doctor" looked down and said nothing.
Feng He didn't care. "Let's go, I'm going to see Ah Qi."
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