Chapter 60: Imprisonment (2) [VIP]
"Such a golden opportunity, how could I miss it..." Chu Qingluo's cherry lips curled up lightly, and she looked back at the mysterious figure, her phoenix eyes shimmering. "This is the best opportunity to get close to the Ninth Prince. I want him dead, and he can't escape anywhere."
Feng Xuan gently grasped her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. "But the princess is imprisoned. I worry day and night, fearing she'll be bullied... but I can do nothing."
"I have my own plans for what you're worried about. You don't need to worry." She leaned in Feng Yan's arms for a moment in silence. She raised her brows and looked at the Left Emissary with a hint of concern. "The palace is full of shadowy guards. You'd better leave quickly, lest you reveal your whereabouts and bring disaster to the entire Fuzhao."
The lovely girl in his arms was incredibly obedient. Feng Yan's heart was filled with awe, feeling like a dream, so unreal. After gently embracing her for a few moments, he quietly passed a dagger into her hand and said, "I wish to protect the princess in secret, without being discovered by others. I beg you to grant me this permission."
Chu Qingluo understood what was going on. She clutched the item tightly and quietly put it into her sleeve. She said sternly, "If you are discovered, I will make you die as an apology."
"Okay, I will do my best to protect the princess."
Hearing the princess's promise, Feng Yan was overjoyed. Thinking that he was the only one who could see the princess from now on and Mr. Naqu would never be able to see her again, he was extremely happy.
Keeping him here would indeed be of great use to her. Having someone to help her from inside and outside would allow her to deal with the situation more calmly.
Frowning in thought, she narrowed her eyes and whispered in his ear, "You can take this opportunity to check the Ninth Prince's account books. He's been colluding with the Ministry of Revenue and embezzling a lot of money from the people. There must be some loopholes."
"The account book..." Feng Yan pondered, the smile in his eyes fading slightly, and he replied solemnly, "I will definitely live up to the princess's expectations."
After the man in black left the long window, the curtains were drawn to the sides, and sunlight poured in again. She sat back by the window and pondered, and her thoughts lasted until late at night.
The Ninth Prince will not enter the room to show his favor for the time being, so she can think calmly. For now, she will order Feng Yan to steal the account books and then find out some mistakes that can anger Long Wei, so that His Majesty will know that the Ninth Prince has committed serious offenses one after another.
Although Emperor Daning is partial to the prince, if the prince has committed too many crimes, he cannot be protected even if he wants to.
Now, as a concubine, she was staying in this side room, which was much more comfortable than she had imagined. No one disturbed her and no one forced her. Her freedom was only restricted.
Around noon the next day, she was still sitting quietly. She asked the palace maid for rice paper, brush and ink, placed them on the desk, and started to paint in ink, looking relaxed and at ease.
When the room was quiet, someone walked into the ear room. She thought it was the maid outside who came in, so she lowered her eyes without paying much attention and continued to write and paint.
Chu Qingluo lightly put down his pen and said indifferently, "I've already told you, I don't want to see whoever is coming."
However, after she finished speaking, she heard no more movement behind her. She suddenly turned around and saw a woman in red makeup, looking at her charmingly but with a sad face.
She didn't know this woman, but her attire was much more luxurious than the surrounding palace maids. The Ninth Prince was not married yet, so this woman must be a concubine in the palace. Perhaps he came here because he was afraid that she would compete for his favor.
"I've seen the girl in my dreams," the woman said with a faint smile. Her voice was as gentle as an oriole singing on a branch, intoxicating. "I am the concubine of His Highness the Ninth Prince. A few days ago, I heard that His Highness brought a girl here, and I have been thinking about coming to visit."
It turned out to be Chu Yanshuo's concubine hidden in the palace. She didn't want to pay attention to her. After bowing her head, she turned away and put down the ink pen silently.
But the girl named Rumeng didn't retreat. Seeing that she didn't like her, she suddenly chuckled a few times, her words full of sadness: "Miss, there's no need to be restrained. I have no freedom in this Lingning Palace. I just think of myself as a thing picked up by His Highness from a brothel. When he's interested, he takes it and enjoys it, and when he's bored, he throws it away..."
She knew a little about the Ninth Prince's fondness for beautiful women, but she didn't know that the prince was so romantic in private and dared to bring a prostitute from a brothel back to the palace as a concubine. If His Majesty knew about this, he would probably be furious for days.
Hearing this, Chu Qingluo saw several scars on the woman's wrists, which seemed to be new wounds covering old ones.
This injury was the result of years of accumulation, day after day. It was the same injury she had seen on the dancer.
Wherever she couldn't see, there must be scars of all sizes, which made it hard to look at.
"He abused you, why didn't you run away?" She lowered her gaze, calmly put down her pen, and gently asked the girl who had a lot of grievances.
Ru Meng shook her head in melancholy, a feeling of despair surging beneath the desolation. Then she pulled her lips into a smile, "If I could escape so easily, this wouldn't be the imperial palace..."
If one truly wishes to approach the Ninth Prince, one must understand his temperament. Chu Qingluo's suspicions were still unresolved, and she suddenly asked, "Your Highness loves women, so why would he torture a woman to such an extent that she is covered in wounds?"
"Since His Highness has such a habit, we have no choice but to accept our fate." Rumeng looked around cautiously and saw that there was no maid in the ear room. She took two steps closer and said in panic.
"Although I say I love you, and I say that the prince doesn't know how to be gentle with women, I am still the one who can tolerate you."
Recalling the punishment she had received in the past, the woman's face showed a hint of fear as she stared at her: "Miss, once you enter Lingning Palace, it will be difficult for you to leave this courtyard. Over time, you will become His Highness's... plaything."
"This place is fine"
, and wanted to go forward and hold her hands, but she immediately dodged.
Chu Qing, after much thought, asked in a particularly distant tone, "You came looking for me because you think I'm just as pitiful as you, with a miserable life and nowhere to go?"
Seeing her indifference and the coldness in her eyes, Rumeng quickly stepped back. "Whether or not the young lady has experienced the same thing as me, I just want to find someone to talk to. This palace is so deserted. Apart from Your Highness, there's no one I can talk to from the bottom of my heart."
I wanted to find a close friend, and since I was having a hard time, I wanted to open my heart to the concubine who had just entered the palace. This Ru Meng from the brothel was really interesting...
"I'm not good at talking to others, and I don't have a similar fate with you. I'm sorry."
She coldly drove the visitor away, not wanting to have any connection with anyone, nor did she feel any so-called sympathy.
"I'm sorry for being so abrupt..." Ru Meng bowed with understanding, her eyes veiled in a faint mist, the situation she had just spoken of buried deep within. "If you've been humiliated and have no one to complain to, come find me in the West Courtyard."
Seeing the woman walking away with a disappointed look, the sound of a stone falling was heard on the table. She closed the door slowly, and the mysterious figure appeared in the room.
Feng Yan frowned slightly and reported the matter the princess had entrusted him with yesterday: "Princess, I went through the account books last night and indeed found some clues. However, I am not proficient in accounting, so I may need to find an opportunity to steal them and have the princess personally review them."
After he finished speaking, he glanced over casually and saw the princess pondering something, with her ink pen still hanging in the air, as if it was related to the girl who had just walked out.
"Who is that woman?" He then glanced at the tightly closed door, even more puzzled. He asked with concern, "Is the princess offended?"
The woman was not a stranger, so they should have less contact with her in the future. Chu Qingluo didn't care and replied casually: "She is just a poor person brought back from the brothel by His Highness..."
"Did she come here to provoke?" Feng Yan thought for a moment, but he didn't understand the intention of the person who left.
"I'm looking for someone who shares my suffering," she replied jokingly, her lips curled slightly as her thoughts wandered inexplicably. "It's a pity that I'm not one of them. I won't fall into such a miserable situation."
Chu Qingluo looked down at the scroll on the table, not knowing where to start. She put down her brush, her face slightly bewildered. "Do you think the Crown Princess is like her, with countless unresolved anguish in her heart?"
"I can ask for the princess." The man agreed and walked towards the window to leave.
Seeing Jing lightly grasping Feng Yan's sleeve, she smiled sweetly and motioned him to stay a little longer: "No need, she's already been killed, why are you still asking about her?"
Ever since she agreed to his romantic affair, the Fu Zhao Zuo Shi has become more obedient. His previous arrogant and self-willed nature has been restrained. This kind of Feng Yan actually makes her happy.
It was a rare sight to see the princess trying to persuade him to stay, so Feng Yan hurriedly stopped and asked softly, "Princess...are you feeling down?"
"Last night, I couldn't sleep alone," she whispered softly, her brows raised deliberately, "Come and keep me company tonight."
After she finished speaking, he suddenly stopped by the window, knowing full well that the princess was referring to the making love on the couch. He was so surprised that he froze and forgot to reply for a moment.
Desire surged in his eyes. He had never thought that this day would actually come. He realized that she truly belonged to him. The world belonged to the princess, and the princess was his.
Chu Qingluo looked at him calmly, and seeing that he was still stunned, she frowned in confusion: "Why, you don't want to? You said you loved me before, but now that I really belong to you, why are you still so restrained?"
"willing……"
Coming back to his senses, he hurriedly said a word. Feng Yan suddenly smiled and unconsciously embraced her in his arms. Then he said softly, "I was so overwhelmed with joy that I forgot to report it to the princess."
This man always irritated her. He had endured physical pain that ordinary people could not endure, yet he was extremely easy to coax. Now that they were in Lingning Palace, he was the only one at her disposal, so she naturally wanted to let him taste the sweetness. Chu Qingluo gently embraced him, her eyes dim.
"I belong to you now. You can come to my tent..." She tiptoed lightly and whispered in his ear with a sweet smile. Her shy words were filled with endless hints, and every word seemed to scratch Feng Yan's heart. "There is no need to ask me again."
"Princess..." His eyes immediately turned red after being tempted by this. He hugged her body tightly with trembling hands, his voice hoarse.
"Princess, if you seduce me like this, I'll go crazy..."
When she was halfway through her words, Feng Yan gently pulled her thin skirt, and with red eyes, he kissed her, wanting to leave marks on her neck and shoulders.
The princess still did not resist at all. He was so overwhelmed by her uncontrollable passion that she really left traces like fallen plum blossoms.
The kiss was so harsh that a slight pain rippled in the neck.
Chu Qingluo smiled softly and let him kiss her softly. She replied in a sweet voice, "Then go crazy for me. I want to know if you are a little crazy..."
"Mr. Qu is still a little crazier."
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