Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 520 - Difficult to be a Hostage (15)
Chapter 520 -520 Difficult to be a Hostage (15)
Chapter 520 -520 Difficult to be a Hostage (15)
“I don’t want to.”
Chuzheng lifted her foot, stepping onto her shadow, and walked into the darkness.
Lian Qiong’s beautiful eyebrows raised, his pupils consumed by darkness, and his clear outline gradually became blurry.
He held back a smile at the corner of his lips and stepped forward to follow her.
“Why not? Wei Country is your hometown, isn’t what you want most to return to Wei Country?” Lian Qiong’s voice flowed in the darkness, seeping into the bottom of Chuzheng’s heart.
Always with a seductive smile, yet with a hint of pampering.
It makes one always want to indulge in his voice, as if being protected and cherished by him…
“Do you always talk like this?” Chuzheng turned around and asked him.
Lian Qiong almost didn’t stop in time and nearly bumped into her.
Up close, Lian Qiong could smell the faint scent of alcohol on her, that of the Pouring Red Building’s signature, the Thousand Day Spring he disliked the most.
It was an intense smell.
He didn’t like it at all.
However, most guests at the Pouring Red Building liked this one, and his request to change the drink was simultaneously refused by the madam and Chen Fei, who thought he was being unreasonable.
——Thousand Day Spring intoxicates people; many guests would get drunk after only a few sips, but it wouldn’t knock them unconscious. The next day, they’d wake up and remember nothing, was this something he could casually have replaced?
Lian Qiong stepped back slightly with disdain: “What?”
The alcohol on Chuzheng wasn’t strong; she had only had two or three servings.
Chuzheng: “Do you always speak with the tone you used just now?”
Lian Qiong: “…”
Was there a problem with the way he spoke just now?
After a long pause, Lian Qiong nodded his head.
“You’re not allowed to do that in the future,” Chuzheng said.
Lian Qiong: “??”
“I mean, Thirteenth Prince, are we perhaps misunderstanding each other?” Lian Qiong quickly said, “I am grateful you took me out of that place, but I am not into men. Of course, I don’t mind if you like me, liking someone is your right, and I won’t discriminate against you…”
Chuzheng emphasized fiercely, “Don’t use that tone with anyone else.”
Lian Qiong: “…”
A draft of cold air swept through from the back of his neck.
Why does it feel a bit cold?
–
Whether Lian Qiong was frightened by Chuzheng, or for some other reason, he did not object, but nor did he agree.
He silently walked beside Chuzheng.
The night breeze carried the fragrance of Thousand Day Spring, brushing against the tip of his nose.
The scent suddenly became crisp and clear.
But… still so annoying!
“Thirteenth Prince, why do we need to scale the wall?”
Lian Qiong stood under the palace wall, not sure how to express himself.
“Would you rather crawl through a dog hole?” Chuzheng countered.
“…” Crawl through a dog hole! Lian Qiong reminded, “We could take the palace gate.”
“You can, but I can’t,” Chuzheng said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m…” she climbed over the wall! “from Wei Country as a hostage.”
We’re different.
Lian Qiong’s eyes narrowed slightly: “The Thirteenth Prince didn’t come out through the palace gate?”
Chuzheng: “…”
Chuzheng took a running start, stepped on a protrusion beside her, and in two jumps was atop the palace wall; her movements were smooth and swift, carrying a subtle air of a chivalrous warrior.
Lian Qiong only had time to see the hem of Chuzheng’s garment as she disappeared over the wall.
Lian Qiong pursed his lips, looking at the palace wall, and after a moment, he could only climb over it too.
But when he landed, there were no signs of her.
Lian Qiong: “…”
–
Lian Qiong returned to the palace.
Chen Fei was already waiting at the palace gate. Seeing him return, he approached anxiously: “Your Highness, you’re finally back.”
Lian Qiong patted Chen Fei on the shoulder, with a firm tone: “Thousand Day Spring! It must be changed!”
So annoying!
Chen Fei: “??”
How did Thousand Day Spring provoke His Highness again?
“Alright, Your Highness.” We’ll just have to rename Thousand Day Spring tomorrow.
Chen Fei, ever so compliant, arranged the whereabouts for the Thousand Days of Spring and immediately switched to the main topic, “What did you and Wei Country’s Hostage talk about?”
Lian Qiong withdrew his hand and looked up at the bright moon.
He spoke softly, “… He said he has taken a fancy to me.”
“Your Highness, this ‘taken a fancy to,’ which kind is it?”
“Which kind do you think it is?” Lian Qiong glanced at him.
“…” Chen Fei dared not say.
The Prince’s temper came and went quickly, and the consequences of saying the wrong thing were quite severe.
Lian Qiong sighed, “Chen Fei, go and kill him.”
Chen Fei: “…”
Seeing the Prince like this, the matter wasn’t serious, there was no need to panic.
–
Chuzheng felt that Lian Qiong was nothing but a liar.
He promised to think of her as a good person, but after such a long time, he never did.
So, Chuzheng, in a fit of anger, slipped away on her own.
She returned to her sleeping quarters without making a sound.
Xiao Shanzi was sleeping like a pig; Chuzheng lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep and recover slowly.
However, just as she closed her eyes, the King’s Account pushed Lian Qiong’s information to her.
Chuzheng: “…”
What the hell, is this some kind of joke!
I just want to sleep.
To sleep!
Is that so hard?!
Why do I, a poor little helpless creature, get treated this way!
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Lian Qiong.
Third Prince of Jin Country.
His mother, Consort Xiao, was a renowned beauty that captivated the world and monopolized the Emperor’s favor in the Harem.
By association, Lian Qiong, since his birth, also enjoyed the Emperor of Jin’s abundant affection.
Yet, within a year, the Empress gave birth to Princess Yun Lan.
The Emperor suddenly began to neglect Consort Xiao, the Empress regained favor, and Princess Yun Lan became the apple of the Emperor’s eye.
After that, Consort Xiao never regained favor.
When Lian Qiong was thirteen, the Xiao Clan, accused of practicing witchcraft, was executed to the last member.
Only Consort Xiao and Lian Qiong were spared.
Consort Xiao protested her innocence for several days but couldn’t save the Xiao Clan. On the day of the execution, she hung herself in the palace.
Two years after Consort Xiao’s death, Lian Qiong’s dissipated nature grew even more unchecked.
Enraged, the Emperor banished him to the border areas.
At the borders, Lian Qiong was not the libertine as the rumors claimed.
He not only subdued the local troops but also established connections with the neighboring Chu Country.
Upon Lian Qiong’s return, his behavior seemed no different from before, his debauched actions naturally incited the Emperor’s inexhaustible wrath.
Lian Qiong projected an illusion of disinterest in the throne.
In reality, he was making covert arrangements.
While everyone else was fighting over the throne to the death,
Lian Qiong led the Chu forces in, advancing triumphantly all the way, pressing towards the Imperial City, plunging Jin Country into chaos and misery.
Perhaps from the moment his mother hanged herself and the Xiao Clan was annihilated, he had already begun to dabble in darkness, only he had covered it up very well.
[Little sister, Lian Qiong’s current state is not too good, please don’t provoke him!]
The King’s Account considerately alerted: [Please give him the gentle care of a Good Person Card’s spring breeze. Like you did tonight, leaving him alone is a classic blunder!]
Chuzheng rolled over in bed.
So annoying.
No one gives me the gentle care of a spring breeze!
Why should I give it to him?!
Fearing Chuzheng might act rashly, the King’s Account clarified the direction: [Little sister, all you need to do is to make the Good Person Card give up his plan and not plunge the people into misery, and definitely not consider other things.]
Chuzheng replied with a cold face, “I’m not thinking anything.”
[…] I don’t believe you at all.
Chuzheng threw the covers over her head.
I’ll think about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow.
Sleep!
And let no one think of waking me up!
