Chapter 2205 [Extra] The Conquest in Progress: The Cold Palace
Si Jin whispered those four words in his ear, her breath carrying a clear sense of threat and humiliation.
The double pupils loomed close, and his madness was chilling.
Lin Yuan's breath hitched, and he unconsciously swallowed, feeling for the first time the unease of being suppressed.
He still preferred his former master who spoiled and indulged him.
But this is something I can't ignore.
If someone's a madman, then they need a madman's way of flirting.
Lin Yuan quickly regained his composure.
Taking a deep breath, she immediately bit Si Jin's finger with even more force.
The taste of blood spread between his lips and teeth. He struggled incessantly, and his tattered clothes fell apart completely, revealing a faint red stain.
It didn't look like a kiss.
It looks more like... being pinched by hand.
But was it his father's hand, or his own?
Si Jin couldn't understand it, so she simply grabbed one of Lin Yuan's hands, pressed it next to the red mark, and pinched out an identical mark.
Only then did he seem to understand something, and he chuckled with relief: "Young Master Jiang, why are you pinching marks on your own neck?"
Lin Yuan didn't answer, so Si Jin continued, "Are you afraid that after serving the emperor, you won't have any marks on your body and will be bullied by the other concubines for no reason?"
"..."
"I can help you!"
After saying that, he pressed down on Lin Yuan's hand again, leaned down, and left a string of kiss marks on his neck and collarbone.
After doing all that, she smiled sweetly and leaned close to his ear, her lips parting seductively: "Father is getting old, may I?"
Finally, bang—
Lin Yuan, with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, pushed him away, said "Have some self-respect," and quickly walked away.
Only a gentle breeze remained, lightly brushing against Si Jin's fingertips, where the blood was slow to clot.
The attendant, Lian Qi, rushed over and re-wrapped the wound with gauze, whispering, "Your Highness, let's go back. This servant needs to get you some more wine to wipe it. If you keep doing this, when will your wound heal?"
"Hmm." Si Jin responded lightly and followed Lian Qi back.
Once inside the hall, he asked again, "What happened at the banquet after I left today?"
Lian Qi stood to the side, bending over.
While bandaging his wound, she answered his questions.
In the end, Si Jin only managed to grasp the key word "Crown Prince".
He was orphaned at a young age, and all the hardships he suffered stemmed from the exclusion and ridicule he endured by the Crown Prince.
In recent years, he has studied poisonous insects and used Gu poison to control the old emperor's life, which allowed him to barely turn the tide and defeat his enemies one by one.
But the crown prince has remained in power until now.
Now he knew how to deal with the Crown Prince.
Who knows, he might even manage to tame a beauty along the way—killing two birds with one stone!
Si Fengzi beckoned to Lian Qi, whispered a few words in his ear, and then fell asleep peacefully.
Sure enough, the next day, news arrived that the Crown Prince and Young Master Jiang were in a state of confusion.
That evening, the crown prince was deposed, and Lin Yuan was locked in the cold palace, never to step out of the palace gates again without the emperor's permission.
Si Jin leaned calmly against the table, eating her meal while talking to Lian Qi, asking, "The Crown Prince didn't touch him?"
"No." Lian Qi shook his head and continued, "This servant did it cleanly. I just knocked the Crown Prince unconscious and put him in Young Master Jiang's room, and then the Emperor saw it all."
"His Majesty's health was already poor, and he was quite concerned about his old age. He suddenly vomited blood and became delirious."
"That night, as soon as he woke up, he deposed the crown prince and locked Young Master Jiang in the cold palace."
"That place is so eerie. I heard they've interrogated and executed quite a few shameless concubines there. There are even chains hanging on the walls, ugh..."
"Is that so?" Si Jin lowered her eyes, calmly finished the soup in her hand, and a strong interest brewed in her eyes.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he put down the bowl and slowly walked towards the door.
Lian Qi quickly called out to him, "Your Highness, where are you going?"
"What are you doing?" Si Jin stopped in her tracks and gave a slight twitch of her lips.
"With the Crown Prince fallen, I am the only son Father can rely on. Naturally, I must do my utmost to interrogate Young Master Jiang and share Father's burdens."
After saying that, he strode out of the palace gate.
Only Lian Qi remained in the posture of bowing and sending off, his head bowed.
Finally, with a mix of shock and heartache, she composed herself and closed the palace door tightly.
The little prince he watched grow up wasn't always like this.
Just because he was so alluring, the entire palace called him a jinx, driving a perfectly normal person insane.
But His Highness is a person who is unwilling to admit defeat. Gradually, he manipulates the Gu worms and controls the emperor, becoming a lucid madman and the Jade-Faced Yama whom no one in the capital dares to provoke.
It has to be said that this young master Jiang is quite something; of all people to provoke, he had to provoke him.
The days ahead are probably going to be tough.
Sigh, he's a pitiful person too.
I wonder how many days he can survive in His Highness's hands?
… …
The Cold Palace.
Lin Yuan put on his simple white clothes and slowly strolled around.
The cold, hard couch, the dusty tables and chairs, the walls with traces of blood, and a chain hanging from the ceiling with a handcuff.
Lin Yuan leisurely looked around, and finally stopped beside the chain, leaning against the wall. With a slight movement of his hand, *click*—
He bound his hands to chains and used his divine power to create several bloody welts on his body, the result of being whipped.
The next second, she bit her lip, her face turned pale, both proud and pitiful.
In her mind's eye, Xiao Yao subconsciously frowned, feeling that this whole sequence of actions was strangely familiar.
Sure enough, a short while later, a "creak" was heard.
The heavy palace gates were pushed open.
The Ninth Prince, dressed in red, stepped inside, bathed in moonlight.
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