PFC Chapter 175 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 175 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
The target has been pierced, but the person still shows no sign of letting go.
Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyebrows and suddenly said, "I'm not learning anymore. I think I've already learned it."
Yuan Huan lowered his eyes and praised, as if smiling, "Then Your Majesty is truly gifted."
"Want to give it a try?" Jiang Xiyu withdrew his hand, took a step forward to create some distance, turned around and looked at Yuan Huan, saying, "I need a target. Would the Crown Prince be willing to be my target?"
Yuan Huan had nothing to fear. He pondered for a moment, holding the bow and arrow, and then said, "What's the benefit of being His Majesty's target?"
"Benefits?" Jiang Xiyu murmured these two words, then gave a malicious smile.
He walked to the side, picked up an arrow, pointed it at Yuan Huan, and said, "The good thing is, I won't shoot you through the head."
Yuan Huan glanced at the blade pointing directly at his heart, then stepped forward, his chest teasingly pressing against it before nodding in agreement.
Jiang Xiyu put away the arrow, ordered someone to bring the magnolia that Yuan Huan had just picked for him, and then said to him, "Your Highness, take this. I will shoot this flower down and reward it to you."
Yuan Huan chuckled, approached him, took the flower, and said, "This was picked by your subject; Your Majesty is being far too stingy."
Jiang Xiyu didn't want to get too close to him, so she took a step back and asked, "What does the young master want?"
Yuan Huan reached out and hooked his belt, saying jokingly, "I want this."
Jiang Xiyu said expressionlessly, "You want a belt that doesn't fit, Your Highness?"
Yuan Huan said, "Yes, I want it, and I only want it to be something Your Majesty has tied."
To be the emperor's target is to risk one's life.
However, Yuan Huan didn't want to pin it on himself; he wanted to pin it on the young emperor.
Jiang Xiyu coldly slapped the hand away without saying anything, but simply raised her chin slightly, gesturing for Yuan Huan to stand on the other side.
Seeing that he acquiesced, Yuan Huan walked to the target not far away without hesitation and said loudly, "Is this distance alright, Your Majesty? If not, I will walk further away."
The farther away, the greater the chance of hitting the body.
Yuan Huan, seemingly unafraid of death, even tried to go behind the target.
Jiang Xiyu waved his hand to signal him to stop, and Yuan Huan then stopped.
He casually raised his hand, and the magnolia branch stood upright in the air.
Jiang Xiyu assumed a fighting stance, took an arrow, and drew the bowstring, showing no sign of unfamiliarity whatsoever.
He looked straight at Yuan Huan, who was holding a flower branch, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
It was extremely quiet all around, with only the occasional breeze.
In that instant, Yuan Huan felt as if the young emperor had become a completely different person.
Under the spring sun, the young emperor always seemed excessively dazzling. Now, as he drew his bow and shot an arrow, he inexplicably carried a gloomy aura that seemed to come from nowhere, making him even more enigmatic.
In an instant, Yuan Huan felt a gust of wind sweep across his hand, and after the wind passed, the magnolia flower was shot down.
Everything around him seemed to stand still. Yuan Huan's inherent love for thrills made his heart pound wildly at this moment, and unprecedented emotions surged through his blood, making him tremble.
Before he could react, he looked up and saw that the young emperor's second arrow had already been nocked.
From a distance, his movements were fluid, and his arrow-hooking posture was beautiful, exuding a wildness of hunting, yet also appearing excessively elegant and composed.
This time, the target was Yuan Huan's head.
Jiang Xiyu smiled at him, and the next moment, he let go.
The arrow whistled, and its sharp point, filled with murderous intent, was reflected in Yuan Huan's pupils.
He stared intently at Jiang Xiyu, motionless as if frozen in place.
As the arrow grazed his face, Yuan Huan cursed inwardly, "Madman."
Yuan Huan thought the young emperor had gone mad, but then he suddenly realized that he himself might be the one who was mad.
Jiang Xiyu put away her bow and arrows and stood quietly watching him.
Their gazes met silently in the air, then tugged at each other.
Yuan Huan keenly detected a hint of kinship among them.
Cold-blooded and ruthless, he was a formidable opponent. He was so desperate to play against him that he didn't want to defeat him, but rather to control him and then completely possess him.
Before he knew it, he had walked up to the young emperor, his tone like that of a lover, yet tinged with ambiguity and danger: "Your Majesty, do you really want to kill me?"
Jiang Xiyu obediently looked up at him and asked, "How is my archery skill?"
Yuan Huan's shadow loomed over the young emperor, until it completely filled his pupils.
He stared at those blood-red lips, his gaze almost kissing them, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Excellent, Your Majesty! Your archery skills are truly... exhilarating!"
"Is that so?" Jiang Xiyu turned his head and said. The two of them faced each other. He smiled nonchalantly and sighed, "If I had known, I would have let the young master see some blood. That would have been more satisfying."
Yuan Huan gazed at the jade-like earlobe, licked his dry lips, and said, "Your Majesty's lips are even more exquisite."
Feeling the increasingly hot breath on his earlobe, Jiang Xiyu reached out and pushed Yuan Huan away, stepping back and saying, "I'm tired, I'll go back and rest."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xiyu gave Yuan Huan no chance to approach again and immediately turned and left.
Yuan Huan did not follow, but instead took the bow and arrow that the young emperor had just used to shoot him.
He plucked the strings, as if he understood why the young emperor only said he wasn't good at riding horses and archery, but not at falconry...
Yuan Huan, his expression unchanged, drew back the bowstring and focused intently on the spot where he had just been standing.
After a long while, accompanied by the sharp screech of a snapping bowstring, Yuan Huan realized what was happening.
The young emperor isn't incapable; he's just too good at it!
……
In Fengqi Palace, Hua Qing led the secret letter inside, dismissed the crowd, and bowed to the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager, while pruning the flower branches, inquired about the recent situation at the imperial palace without even looking up.
Hua Qing recited the secret inscription once.
The Empress Dowager was slightly relieved when the imperial physician said that His Majesty's health was normal. She then asked, "His Majesty has been away from the palace for almost a month. How is Qingluan doing?"
Hua Qing bowed and replied, "There is no news from Miss's side yet."
The Empress Dowager trimmed a flower that was in full bloom and said, "The situation in the court is dire. If Qingluan can conceive a royal heir soon, it will resolve our current predicament and give me more leverage."
Hua Qing said, "The news from the palace is that Miss has been favored by His Majesty recently, so good news is probably not far away. Empress Dowager, please rest assured, I believe Miss will not disappoint you."
The Empress Dowager cut off a flower that was in full bloom and said, "How can I put my mind at ease? The imperial physician said that Qingluan is still a virgin, which means that the Emperor has never touched her."
“My son has always valued beauty. How could he let such a beautiful woman go untouched? This matter is truly too strange. In the end, she is not under my watchful eye, and I cannot put my mind at ease.”
Upon hearing this, Hua Qing lowered her head nervously.
The Empress Dowager, losing patience, threw down the scissors, turned to the chief eunuch, and said, "She can't even handle such a small matter. Send someone to give Qing'er a good talking-to, and if necessary, teach her how to do things properly."
Hua Qing immediately understood the Empress Dowager's thoughts and respectfully replied, "Yes."