Chapter 62 Nightmare (2) [VIP]
Seeing that the Daning guards were about to notice, Ning Zhu was extremely anxious and urged them earnestly, "Princess, please leave quickly. You must not stay in this imperial city any longer..."
"I'm sorry, Princess."
She felt a heavy blow on the back of her neck, and her consciousness suddenly became blurred, with only two lines of tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
Then, she fell into the abyss, falling deeper and deeper. The surroundings became darker and darker, and the dawn light was no longer visible.
When she suddenly woke up, she was shocked to find herself lying in the bed curtains of Lingning Palace. Chu Qingluo wiped her cheek lightly, trying to calm her mind with a melancholy look, completely unaware that she had wet her pillow just now.
No matter how hard she tried to hide her tears, Feng Yan couldn't hide them. Seeing them clearly in the moonlight, he hurriedly pulled her into his arms and asked in a deep voice, "Princess, what did you dream about?"
The fire in the sky blended with the color of blood, and it looked even more brilliant red against the setting sun. She trembled slightly, hugged the man beside her, and whispered after a long time.
"Feng Yan, I haven't dreamed of that day for a long time..."
"Princess, don't cry..." Feng Yan was stunned, seeing her so frightened. He reached out and gently patted her back, soothing her softly. "As long as I am watching over you, you can sleep peacefully."
"Why can't I dream when he is around..." She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be talking to him. Her hands were shaking violently, and it took nearly a quarter of an hour for them to calm down.
But this doubt still lingered in her mind.
The person the princess mentioned spoke for itself. Feng Yan had watched her for a long time, jealousy raging in his heart. With the princess by her side, why was she still obsessed with Mr. Qu, the highly respected man in the eyes of the world...
That person is really haunting...
As he thought about it, he wanted to possess her completely even more, like that man, making it impossible for her to forget him.
Feng Yan suppressed his jealousy and asked softly, "Princess, are you talking about Mr. Naqu?"
She was not stupid and could clearly hear the anger in the mouth of the Left Envoy of Fu Zhao.
Having followed His Highness into this deep palace, she has already experienced the wind, snow, moon, and flowers. It is indeed time for her to let go completely...
"Now that I'm separated from him, I can't think about it anymore..." Chu Qingluo suddenly raised her lips and smiled gently. She turned her eyes to look at the shadow beside her pillow and asked in a soft voice, "You have been guarding me for so long. Do you have any wishes to ask me for?"
But before she could finish her answer, Feng Yan stared into her smiling eyes, his gaze moving downwards, finally to her soft lips, desire overflowing in his eyes.
"This subordinate...would like to ask for a kiss. I wonder if the princess would grant it."
This plea again...
The shadow of her love affair with her husband had not yet faded, her smile faded slightly, and she lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment.
"I'm not someone who can be touched by just any man. I've been with you for so long, I need to take it easy..." She then explained quietly, whispering softly, fearing that this person might cause trouble for you. "Give me some time, I'll treat you better than you ever did."
Feng Yan nodded in understanding, knowing that she had not yet accepted the proposal. He gently held her in his arms and replied, "I am willing to wait, but Princess, you cannot break your promise..."
The mysterious figure in front of her eyes seemed to have fulfilled her wish. Chu Qingluo smiled faintly when she saw the scene, lowered her eyes and asked again: "Feng Yan, do you have any other wishes?"
"That's all I wish for."
Unexpectedly, he answered without hesitation and no longer wanted to ask for any reward.
After hearing Feng Wei's words, she nestled in his arms, hoping to relieve some of her tiredness: "You continue to guard, I want to sleep a little longer."
From then on, she stayed with the left envoy day and night. When there was no one in the room, she would call him in through the window to relieve her boredom. Although she was left out in the east courtyard, she seemed to feel relaxed and comfortable.
She went there day and night, thinking that she would meet the Ninth Prince in the next one or two days. She was calm and ordered Feng Yan to leave the palace to meet Ning Zhu, and ask about Fu Zhao's recent situation and the remaining soldiers and generals of Long State.
But the scar on the neck is still there, which is indeed a bit tricky...
She sat upright in front of the bronze mirror, watched quietly for a moment, took a handkerchief and passed it into the air, and couldn't help complaining to him.
Chu Qingluo lightly waved the white handkerchief, curled her lips, and said solemnly: "The mark on the neck has not yet disappeared. If His Highness sees it, you and I will be in great trouble."
"Princess, please cover it up for now. I was indeed anxious at the time."
Feng Yan took the handkerchief and wrapped it around her neck, covering the bright red spot tightly, his words full of apology.
She secretly but earnestly hoped that every inch of her skin would be covered with his kiss marks.
She laughed sweetly at the words, but didn't really care. Thinking that Rumeng was tortured all day long, what was wrong with her secretly enjoying a little pleasure now?
If the assassination attempt failed, she might have died on the spot.
Chu Qingluo looked at the now-covered mark in the mirror, her expression gradually becoming solemn: "Feng Yan, the Ninth Prince is coming. I may not be able to treat you like this anymore..."
Thinking of the Ninth Prince wanting her to serve him, Feng Yan unconsciously clenched his fists, his face darkening. "If he bullies the princess, I will fight him to the death, and we will perish together."
"This is exactly what I want to tell you." Having known him for many years, she naturally knew his character. She shook her head slightly and gave a solemn order, "No matter how His Highness treats me, you must remember not to act rashly."
Chu Qingluo glanced around casually, then lowered her gaze and spoke very cautiously, lowering her tone again: "This place is full of palace guards, and there are also death squads trained by His Highness himself. You can't defeat them."
What does she mean?
He stared at her solemnly, suddenly not knowing how to protect her, how to keep her safe...
"Gongwang..."
No further words were said after that. He knew the princess's revenge plan and didn't want the whole game to be ruined because of him.
"In critical moments, you must be patient. If you don't lose your temper, too many people will be implicated." She paused, looked up, and smiled.
"I will take care of myself."
"Princess..." She called out helplessly. Feng Yan took the opportunity to embrace her gently, leaning over and unable to utter a word for a long time. It seemed that what he wanted to say was hidden in the silence.
Chu Qingluo softened her voice and gave him a hint: "I hope you can understand what I mean."
What she was most worried about was this unstable man. If he made a mistake and upset the whole game, Fu Zhao would be in danger, and she would also die here.
"I... obey your command."
The man in front of her was silent for a while, and finally agreed. He then hugged her for a while and refused to let go.
Less than half a month passed like this without anyone disturbing her. Calculating the time, she could no longer hide the fact that she had just mentioned menstruation.
The Ninth Prince did not come to look for her, so she calmed herself down and thought that she could take the initiative to flatter him and call His Highness over.
Chu Qingluo straightened the dagger in her sleeve and brushed off the dust on her body. She happened to see a palace maid walking past the elegant room, so she called her over.
Standing solemnly in the room, she asked seriously, "What day is it?"
The palace maid didn't quite understand and shook her head in confusion: "What do you mean, Miss Chu? I don't understand."
She was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "I'm asking, how many days have I been in the palace?"
"Miss, it's the tenth day." The palace maid hurriedly answered after realizing that Miss Chu was asking about the day of entering Lingning Palace.
Ten days...
Although she had enjoyed a pleasant time with Feng Yan during this period, the deadline had come, and she was determined to get rid of the Ninth Prince. Chu Qingluo spoke solemnly, making sure her words were clear: "Tell His Highness that I have thought it through and that I am willing to serve His Highness well."
But before that, she wanted to meet the princess.
The princess must have hated her and her husband deeply for having been fooled by her before.
She could use this opportunity to enter Lingning Palace to make the princess feel better and cool down her anger from that day. After all...
After all, she still has room to use her skills against the princess.
She was merciless in her actions, all for the sake of pleasure and revenge. As for what the princess was thinking, she didn't care at all.
The maiden's brows lit up when she heard this. She hadn't expected the young lady to actually want to see His Highness, so she hurried out of the East Courtyard and said, "I'll report this now. His Highness will surely be delighted to hear it!"
The courtyard was filled with blooming flowers, and peach petals fluttered in the air, fluttering like a gentle rain.
Before a cup of tea could be served, a series of footsteps broke the silence in the courtyard. Chu Qingluo bowed gently, submitting to the arrogant figure who stepped into the house.
"I heard that the beauty has come to her senses..." The Ninth Prince looked at Wanse in front of him intently, then suddenly grasped her shoulders, his eyes filled with joy. "If the beauty is truly devoted to me, I will grant her endless glory."
"Your Highness is handsome and intelligent. It wouldn't be a bad idea for me to follow him," Chu Qingluo bowed shyly again and spoke calmly, "But I have a request."
"Although the princess and I have only met a few times, our aspirations are very similar. I want to... see the princess again."
"What's the difficulty?" The beauty wanted to see the princess and reminisce about the past. There was nothing wrong with her thinking. Chu Yanshuo hurriedly gave instructions to the attendants and then looked back with a smile on his face, "Come here, go and invite Princess Mu Xiao!"
At this moment, a palace guard quickly walked to the side of the Ninth Prince, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reported in a panic: "Your Highness..."
"Mr. Qu brought His Majesty to Lingning Palace."
The words fell lightly, and the room suddenly fell silent.
Little did they know that Mr. Qu from the Ministry of Music could actually invite the current emperor to come to Lingning Palace, which surprised the palace maids in the garden.
Chu Qingluo was also stunned. She didn't understand why the gentleman had invited Emperor Xuanlong here. She had explained it clearly enough, and the gentleman didn't need to have anything to do with her anymore.
How could the gentleman come to disrupt the situation she had set up...
"He was able to ask the emperor for help? You, sir, are quite capable..." Upon hearing this, surprise flashed across his cold eyes. Chu Yanshuo stared at the woman in front of him, his lips curled slightly, and a hint of interest suddenly surged. "My beauty, stay here, I'll be back soon."
"No need to go to the main hall. I want to come and see the girl you have imprisoned in person."
A majestic voice suddenly rang out from the corridor. The attendants in the garden dared not breathe and retreated together when they saw the situation.
I saw a majestic figure coming with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, wearing a dragon robe. He was extremely solemn and majestic, exuding the power of an emperor, which made people all over the world tremble.
The person who came was the current Emperor Xuanlong, Zhu Zhan.
Seeing his father approaching with such momentum, Chu Yanshuo immediately stepped aside and bowed respectfully: "Your son pays respects to your father."
Seeing this, she slowly stepped aside, her eyes slowly glancing at the bright moon behind His Majesty.
Just as she met that man's deep gaze, she lowered her head, frowned, and looked away.
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