Before Beitang Linyuan could speak, he reached out to support him: "Your Highness has been walking slower and slower today, is it because..."
The young man paused, lowered his voice, and asked with a hint of heartache and guilt, "Is it because... I caused trouble last night?"
Si Jin shook his head: "I was waiting for the young master. I felt that the young master had something to say to me, so I was slow."
Beitang Linyuan felt a warmth in his heart and held his hand more carefully, saying, "Your congratulatory gift was probably the work of Nangong Changli and Ning Sizhen. I saw them acting suspiciously and whispering to each other the whole time."
"Yes, they did a good job, leaving me with plenty of leverage." Si Jin smiled slightly. "Once the Western Queen leaves, I will be able to use this to completely bring down Ning Sizhen!"
Beitang Linyuan nodded in relief: "It's good that you know what's going on. I can help you when the time comes. I'll take care of those scoundrels from the Huashan Sect too, and stop them from causing trouble in front of you. However..."
Seeing his solemn expression, Si Jin also became a little suspicious, thinking that he was about to say something important: "But what is it?"
"However, what do you mean by telling the Queen of the West, 'It is my honor to have your favor'?"
The jealous Beitang never missed an opportunity to "make himself angry," so he grabbed Si Jin's sleeve and whispered, "Look at her, her face is all red from listening!"
Si Jin: "But that's just a cliché. Every prince who gives a gift ends with something like, 'What's there...'"
"That won't do either!" Beitang Linyuan was a little agitated: "You never told me, what makes that queen... um..."
As they were talking, Si Jin, seeing that no one was around, suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his incessantly chattering lips.
Beitang Linyuan immediately shut his mouth, feeling both sweet and nervous.
Although there were few people around, it was still the palace.
There were several others walking slower than them; if someone saw them, well…
That was so exciting!
Beitang Linyuan was on edge when he suddenly heard someone call out to Sijin from afar: "Fourth Prince!"
Upon hearing this, she immediately held her breath, and even the tips of her ears turned red.
Si Jin waved generously to the person: "Lord Hu."
Lord Hu walked over.
Si Jin still wouldn't let go, making Bei Tang Lin Yuan even more nervous.
My back was straight, and my heart was pounding.
As Lord Hu approached, he observed Si Jin's actions and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are the Fourth Prince and the Young Master of Beitang talking about? And why are they..." hugging...?
Si Jin smiled and took a breath towards Bei Tang Lin Yuan's tightly pursed lips, as if trying to steal away his last breath.
Then, he calmly stood up and replied, "It's nothing. I smelled something sour on Young Master Beitang, so I asked him if he drank vinegar this morning. He said no, so I just wanted to verify it myself. Let's go."
"Alright, let's go together, Young Master Beitang." Lord Hu was over sixty years old and about to retire and return to his hometown. He didn't know anything about male-male relationships and didn't think about it that way.
Beitang Linyuan finally let out a trembling breath.
Even though Lord Hu is a kind man and doesn't talk much, this is still... very exciting!
what to do!
Ning Sijin is so good at this!!
They were completely overwhelmed.
After taking his seat at the training ground, Beitang Linyuan's heart was still pounding wildly.
He was distracted even while watching the performance.
When his attention returned, he saw during the mid-field archery competition that one arrow deviated from its original trajectory and flew directly towards Si Jin.
Beitang Linyuan's heart tightened, and he immediately turned over and got out of his seat.
A figure in a black, fitted brocade robe and with flowing black hair landed on the training ground the next moment, snatching an arrow from the hands of a participant from the Dayong Dynasty.
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's, he raised his hand and released the arrow aimed at Graeme.
Swoosh—
The arrow left the bowstring and disappeared into the sky.
With the support of his internal energy, he caught up with Graeme's arrow at an even faster speed.
With a "crack," Graeme's arrow snapped in two from the shaft.
Then, it continued its unstoppable advance.
Bang--
It hit the bullseye from 100 meters away.
Its accuracy surpassed that of all the other participants.
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