PFC Chapter 188 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 188 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Under the moonlight, the two figures moved slowly.
Yuan Huan walked for a while, then stopped and turned his head to look at the even breathing beside his ear.
As it turned out, they were looking right into Jiang Xiyu's eyes as he lifted the curtain.
When their eyes met, their languid gazes seemed to melt into the gentle moonlight.
Yuan Huan felt that he seemed to be seducing him again. After hesitating for a moment, he continued walking with his back on his back.
Before leaving, he took the initiative to tell Jiang Xiyu some interesting stories about Beiyuan, as well as his past amusing behaviors.
He wanted to tell the other person that anything was fine, as long as it could make the little emperor smile.
Jiang Xiyu did indeed smile.
His laughter was elegant and clear, clearly that of a young master from a noble family.
Yuan Huan's heart was stirred by what he heard. He looked at the long night ahead and carried the person on his back even more steadily.
Before long, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and then torches began to flicker in the night like stars.
Jiang Xiyu, who was lying on Yuan Huan's back, suddenly raised his eyes when he heard the sound of horses' hooves. He then patted the person beneath him, signaling him to put him down.
Yuan Huan squinted at the distance, his sharp gaze confirming that the newcomer was one of his own before he put Jiang Xiyu down.
Upon seeing the people, Zhao Bai and Le Yuan quickly pulled on the reins and dismounted. After bowing, they seemed hesitant to speak.
It wasn't until the guards arrived and the torchlight illuminated the area that they could finally see the two men's faces with trepidation.
The man who was cheating stood there calmly, showing no sign of being drunk.
The emperor, on the other hand, who had been robbed, looked indifferent, his eyes carrying the coldness and aloofness of a ruler.
There was no displeasure, nor any outburst of anger, yet a chilling wind swept over, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Yuan Huan remained motionless, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd.
They immediately felt the pressure and lowered their heads, unable to look any longer.
The chief eunuch drove up in a carriage to find him, and when he saw His Majesty standing there, his heart sank. He repeatedly begged for forgiveness and only after receiving permission did he step forward to help him up.
No sooner had Jiang Xiyu gone up than Yuan Huan made a move to follow.
The guards, who were keeping a close watch nearby, were waiting quietly when they suddenly heard the carriage shake violently.
They all looked up and saw that the Crown Prince had been kicked off the carriage by His Majesty with great force. His tall figure staggered and almost fell in a sorry state.
His Majesty looked down at him, snorted coldly, and turned to get into the carriage.
The chief eunuch struggled to suppress his laughter, and after lowering the carriage curtain, he hurriedly went to help Yuan Huan.
Yuan Huan wasn't annoyed. He patted his chest and got up, feeling a little regretful that there wasn't even a shoe print left on his clothes.
After the carriage departed, the guards mounted their horses and followed behind.
Le Yuan led over the snow-white black horse, and looking at his young master, he seemed hesitant to speak.
Yuan Huan stood there watching the departing carriage, and after a while, he chuckled softly, "A heartless person, used and then discarded."
Le Yuan's mind went blank: "Your Highness, what did you say? What heartless person?"
Yuan Huan ignored him, snatched the reins, and mounted his horse.
Xie Chenyao searched for another route to no avail. After returning to his tent, he learned that His Majesty had returned and wanted to go and request an audience.
The ministers waited outside the tent for a long time but did not see him. Instead, the prime minister came out of the emperor's tent and told everyone to disperse.
A hint of worry flashed across Xie Chenyao's face. He wanted to go in and take a look, but the Prime Minister stopped him.
Xie Chenyao asked gently, "Father, is His Majesty alright?"
The Prime Minister said, "The imperial physician said that His Majesty was frightened upon returning and needs to rest."
Xie Chen thought back to the instigator, his eyes growing cold, and said, "Why did the Crown Prince of Beiyuan abduct His Majesty in the dead of night?"
The prime minister stroked his beard, equally puzzled, and said, "His Majesty has not yet made a decision on this matter, so it is not appropriate to make any rash comments."
Xie Chenyao's expression was complicated; he recalled Yuan Huan's possessive gaze.
Such a person harbors impure thoughts towards Your Majesty, and keeping him by Your Majesty's side is truly dangerous.
So he subtly mentioned this to his father.
The Prime Minister truthfully replied, "It is His Majesty's decree to keep the Crown Prince before the Emperor."
This unexpected answer startled Xie Chenyao. After a moment, he stared at the imperial tent, motionless.
All I could think about was, did His Majesty know what Yuan Huan was thinking?
……
Outside the tent, all was quiet. Jiang Xiyu was served her medicine.
As usual, Yuan Huan sent over deer blood. He wanted to personally carry it in, but Jiang Xiyu had already instructed that he not to see anyone. Seeing this, the chief eunuch had no choice but to stop Yuan Huan.
He was unsure of himself, after all, the Crown Prince had just taken His Majesty away. If he really started a disturbance, who could stop him? He thought he couldn't stop him, but the Crown Prince handed over the things and left without hesitation.
The head eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, and only after watching Yuan Huan's figure completely disappear from sight did he feel at ease carrying the things inside.
After drinking the deer blood, Jiang Xiyu rested for half an hour before preparing to take a bath.
The eunuchs prepared the bath tub, and Jiang Xiyu ordered everyone to leave before burying himself in the warm water.
Every time he drinks deer blood, his body undergoes changes at this time.
Jiang Xiyu remained expressionless. He didn't really want to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't resist the heat.
In the end, he gave in, letting his hand, which had been resting on the edge of the tub, fall down, and ripples slowly spread across the water.
When Yuan Huan sneaked in, there were several heaters in the tent, with rising heat and misty air.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and wave it to stir up the steam, his eyes darting around.
He came to deliver deer blood hoping to see the young emperor one last time, but the young emperor refused to see him.
He tossed and turned on the couch, unable to sleep, thinking about the intimate kisses on the snow-covered black horse, the warmth of their bodies touching, and the uncontrollable desires. Ultimately, these things drove him, and he had no choice but to order Le Yuan and Zhao Bai to cover for him while he sneaked in.
Yuan Huan thought to himself that he had to take another look. He didn't have to say anything, he just had to see it. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
The young emperor's tent was very spacious, and the things inside were extremely luxurious.
Yuan Huan had only taken a few steps when a melodious voice suddenly reached his ears.
That voice...
It was intermittent and unclear.
The news reached Yuan Huan's ears, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He was certain he hadn't misheard those tender, seductive words, and his pupils suddenly dilated violently.
A string in his heart suddenly tightened, forcing his gaze to turn fiercely toward the screen.
The screen was so narrow that no one could see through it, so he couldn't see anything.
A moment later, Yuan Huan walked over, holding his breath.
The screen couldn't hide Yuan Huan's height at all, and as he approached, the scenery gradually became more enchanting.
The candlelight was shrouded in mist, burning flickering as if it might go out at any moment.
The person behind the screen was soaking in the bathtub with his back to this side. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. In the swaying light and shadow, his profile was reflected with a beautiful glow, and his porcelain-white, frail shoulders trembled slightly, causing ripples to spread across the water.
The sound of water around him was so engrossed in the moment that the young emperor seemed completely oblivious to the arrival of outsiders.
Yuan Huan watched quietly, his breath catching in his throat.
Upon realizing that the young emperor was masturbating, the veins on his forehead bulged with suppressed anger, and his pupils widened as if about to burst, the cracks in his eyes seemingly reflecting the swaying lotus leaves on the water's surface.
Those were lotuses growing in Guanyin's lotus pond. As the mist swirled, his slender neck seemed to be on the verge of some fatal pleasure, suddenly closing its eyes and tilting back, revealing a gentle crescent moon shape, and upon that curve...
It was somewhat messy and pitiful.
The mist seemed to carry the scent of **, moist and scalding Yuan Huan's eyes, turning them red and almost bleeding.
Fuck!
He cursed as if he had been given a drug, his thoughts reeling.
The screen in front of them also collapsed with a crash.
With a "bang," the screen slammed to the ground, the resulting thud causing the water in the bathtub to tremble once more.
Jiang Xiyu had just wanted to calm down for a while, and before he could even savor the confusion hidden in his eyes, he was startled by the sudden sound and stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes abruptly and his pupils moved.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the air was completely dispelled by the fallen screen, and black hair was momentarily disheveled.
Jiang Xiyu's mind went blank for a long time before his gaze slowly moved toward the collapsed area.
Yuan Huan wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be stuck in place, unable to move.
The young emperor's face was moist, his eyes were misty with tears, his complexion was exquisite, and so were his lips.
He looked on in a daze as a drop of water slid down his hair to his chin and then kissed his collarbone.
The moment their eyes met, the young emperor was so beautiful that Yuan Huan wanted to die on the spot.
The beast within him roared madly; he wanted to die in the eyes of the young emperor.
I want to die at his hands, on his body, however I want to die!
The atmosphere remained deathly silent and tense.
Jiang Xiyu was stunned. When she saw Yuan Huan, her expression changed instantly, revealing an indescribable look.
But that lecherous voyeur called out to him in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty..."