The Sixth Prince felt a surge of satisfaction, and he spoke to Xia Yunxue in even more explicit terms.
"The Crown Prince has a penchant for men; he's probably taken a liking to him. I reckon it won't be long before he's in the Crown Prince's bed tonight..."
Before the Sixth Prince could finish speaking, Xia Yunxue turned around, seemingly intending to rush into the room.
He quickly grabbed Xia Yunxue, "Are you out of your mind? Don't you know what kind of person the Crown Prince is?"
He seems easy to talk to on the surface, but if you really offend him, even his own brothers will be disciplined as usual.
Xia Yunxue's face was full of worry.
She was worried about the musician, and realizing this, the Sixth Prince became even angrier.
"Xia Yunxue, have you forgotten that we're getting married in two months? You're here worrying about another man, what about me?"
Xia Yunxue turned around and, in her haste, punched him with her small fist.
"I'm not worried about my master... Oh dear, Your Highness, you absolutely must not fall for him, or your life will be in danger."
Although Xia Yunxue didn't particularly like the Crown Prince, she didn't want to see him die young from lust.
She knew her senior brother's personality.
If he had known that the Crown Prince harbored such filthy thoughts towards him, he would have not hesitated to raise that curved sword and take the emperor's life, not just the Crown Prince, but even the emperor himself.
Xia Yunxue wasn't worried about her senior brother's integrity, but rather about the Crown Prince's safety.
The Six Kings didn't understand what she was saying, only assuming she was speaking up for that pretty boy musician. They picked up Xia Yunxue, and with a few light leaps, jumped out of Qiongyue Pavilion.
The musician who caught the prince's eye can only consider himself unlucky.
Yi Mu was not one to suffer losses. Even if the body he transmigrated into was not a top assassin but an ordinary person, he would not let the Crown Prince act recklessly.
After he sat down, the Crown Prince served him three cups of wine in a row.
Yi Mu belatedly realized something was wrong; the Crown Prince's seat had moved a tiny bit closer to him, and the Crown Prince was even trying to touch him.
Yi Mu slowly sat up straight. He never liked to beat around the bush when faced with things he disliked, so he threw the ball straight at him.
"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"
The crown prince didn't expect him to be so direct, so he simply expressed his opinion as well.
"I see that you are exceptionally talented and refined, so I would like to invite you to my residence to play music every day. Whatever you desire, I, the Crown Prince, will grant it."
That's quite a tactful way of putting it.
To put it another way, it means I want to take care of you; as long as you behave, I'll give you whatever you want.
Yi Mu looked at the Crown Prince with amusement, a perfectly timed smile appearing on his lips.
The prince was stunned; his smile was truly handsome.
Her pale face seemed to have gained a lot of color, with thick eyebrows and eyelashes, thin red lips, and an oil painting-like richness.
"The Crown Prince said, 'Whatever I want, you will give me.'"
The crown prince nodded. The whole world belonged to him, and he felt that his promise was not an exaggeration.
Yi Mu said calmly, "I want the world. Will the Crown Prince give it to me?"
The Crown Prince paused for a second, then his gentle face twisted in anger as he pointed at Yi Mu and cursed, "You are treasonous! I will make sure you die a horrible death!"
Yi Mu chuckled: "You said you'd give me anything I wanted, so why are you criticizing me here?"
The crown prince took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and squinted at him, trying to see through the hazy fog to his true nature.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
It's not that the Imur is unafraid of death, but rather that it is confident it can live a long life.
"I am not the kind of person who loves wealth and glory, as the Crown Prince thinks. I will stop here. The Crown Prince is a wise man. Please forgive my slip of the tongue."
He picked up Kong Gu and walked out of the room step by step, his murderous aura behind him undiminished.
The most powerful person in the world is petty and most afraid of others coveting his throne.
What's so great about that position? Once you sit there, you're destined for a hundred years of solitude.
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