allonlinenovel Chapter 170 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 170 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Jiang Xiyu was served to bed, and after the gauze curtains were lowered, Li Qingluan sat down not far from the bed with her pipa and began to play.
Having received permission, Yuan Huan began searching the inner palace.
But his mind wasn't on it at all; he was just watching Li Qingluan sitting there playing the pipa, which he found rather strange.
The Grand Eunuch, standing to the side, felt that the scene was too absurd, yet the source of the absurdity beckoned to him.
He hesitated for a moment, then bowed and approached, asking in a low voice, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
Yuan Huan twitched his chin slightly, pointed at Li Qingluan's back, and said, "What's going on here?"
The chief eunuch glanced at him and explained, "His Majesty has difficulty falling asleep, which is why he summoned Consort Li to play the zither."
"Can't sleep?"
"Exactly."
Yuan Huan then asked, "What about the previous few days?"
The chief eunuch said, "That's true."
Yuan Huan fell silent for a moment, then seemed to chuckle, before his stern gaze swept over the person playing the instrument.
The pipa music was so startled that it immediately stopped.
Yuan Huan was satisfied and turned to walk towards the outer hall.
Seeing him leave like that, the head eunuch followed him, completely bewildered, and asked, "Young Master, aren't you going to look for him anymore?"
Yuan Huan placed his hand on his left shoulder where he had been kicked, stretched his arm, and said, "Tell His Majesty that I will not look for that silver whistle anymore."
Superintendent: "..."
Yuan Huan walked out and looked at the eunuch who was still waiting for him. He said, "What are you standing there for? Take me to receive my punishment."
The eunuch glanced at the chief eunuch.
The chief eunuch waved his hand, looking exasperated.
After finally seeing off this ancestor, he returned to the inner palace.
Inside the inner hall, Li Qingluan played the wrong note, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears of grievance.
She grumbled bitterly.
That Prince Kitahara is truly a persistent ghost.
……
Yuan Huan removed his outer robe and, while accepting his punishment, took the opportunity to inspect the Imperial Guards.
The Imperial Guards were a little puzzled by his attire. They could only guess after he left that the young master had come to inspect the palace without even having time to put on his clothes. They were all filled with respect.
Yuan Huan's anger dissipated in the night breeze.
He was not sleepy at all, because as soon as he was quiet, he would think of the little emperor's face.
Thinking of the young emperor's face, sometimes cold and sometimes smiling, and the delicate touch left by his fingertips stroking his skin, Yuan Huan felt a strange warmth in his heart. But the warmth didn't last long before the thought of him summoning women made Yuan Huan feel a little irritable.
Although he didn't touch her, who knows if the young emperor might get lustful and touch her?
After all, the young emperor had a notorious reputation. Rumors circulated that he was dissolute and had countless women in his harem. It was also said that in addition to those women, he secretly kept male lovers.
Who knows if the young emperor had been with those people before? Yuan Huan didn't know. He only knew that even he, a man, could be flirted with by the young emperor, so it wasn't impossible that he might do the same to others.
Yuan Huan paused, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest.
He gritted his teeth as if he had thought it through, then suddenly turned around and walked back.
To be honest, he really doesn't like men, and he's not into homosexuality.
If it were in the past, if any man dared to flirt with him like a little emperor, he would have twisted their head off. But the person flirting with him is a little emperor, so his head can't be twisted. The key point is that the little emperor is no less beautiful than a woman. Not only is he more handsome than the average man, but his unpredictable temperament also really arouses a desire to explore him.
Tonight he saw the young emperor's body, which not only didn't disgust him, but instead aroused inappropriate reactions, especially those slender, jade-like hands and those fair, delicate feet; a kick from them would truly...
He had just inspected the Imperial Guards, and the men there smelled pungent and unpleasant. This reminded him of the young emperor's scent, which was incredibly pleasant. The closer he got, the stronger the fragrance became, as if it wasn't something he had been exposed to, but rather a scent that the young emperor was born with.
How could there be such a person? How could they be so beautiful, like they were made of jade?
Those who played the pipa seemed to be no match for him at all.
The more Yuan Huan thought about it, the more it felt like cat claws were scratching at his heart.
He quickened his pace, leaving the eunuchs and guards far behind.
Le Yuan, panting heavily, said, "No, why is the young master walking so fast?"
Zhao Bai said, "You're still angry, aren't you?"
Le Yuan asked doubtfully, "Anger? What anger? Who made the young master angry?"
Zhao Bai guessed, "His clothes are disheveled, his eyes are restless, and he is sexually frustrated."
“That’s right, the young master is at the prime of his life, and after accumulating desires there for so long, he must have needs.” Le Yuan suddenly realized and suggested, “How about next time, we take the young master to visit the brothels in the capital?”
Zhao Bai said, "If you want to be whipped, take the Crown Prince with you and see if he'll skin you alive."
Le Yuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Then forget it, forget it."
He chuckled and then whispered jokingly, "I reckon that with the young master's genuine physique, with his long arms and wasp waist, there aren't many women in this world who could resist him."
"Did you see that? Just now, those Imperial Guards standing in front of the Prince looked like they hadn't eaten and were a head shorter."
Zhao Bai said speechlessly, "This is not something we should be concerned about."
"I was just saying, the Marquis has also been thinking about finding a marriage for his son."
The women of Beiyuan admire strength and respect martial prowess. They are madly in love with the Crown Prince's physique and each one of them longs to become his wife. However, the Crown Prince looks down on all of them and is as detached from worldly desires as a monk.
But no matter how you look at it, the Crown Prince doesn't seem like the type to be a monk.
The moon, hanging in the darkness, hid behind the clouds, then quietly reappeared after a while.
After Yuan Huan went back and dressed, he took his sword and went back to guard outside the palace.
The pipa music stopped, all the glass lamps in the bedchamber were extinguished, and the eunuchs stood guard outside.
When the chief eunuch saw that he had come to work, he couldn't help but go over and say, "Your Highness, His Majesty is resting. Why don't you go back and rest as well?"
Yuan Huan asked in a deep voice, "Is His Majesty resting alone?"
The chief eunuch nodded: "Yes."
At this moment, Yuan Huan looked up at Garuda, who had landed on the roof tile, and raised his hand to signal him to stop talking.
Upon seeing this, the chief eunuch retreated to the palace entrance.
Garuda landed and tilted its head to peck at his leg.
Yuan Huan simply sat down boldly on the steps outside the hall, cross-legged with his sword in his hand, looked at Garuda, and said, "I didn't call you today, and you've only just returned from hunting. I'm afraid you're too tired to fly anymore."
Garuda tilted its head and glanced at him.
Yuan Huan chuckled as he thought about it, saying, "Your silver whistle was stolen by a bad guy and is kept on your chest. I can't touch it, and I can't win against him either."
Garuda's eyes darted around.
After a long while, Yuan Huan lowered his gaze and murmured with a half-smile, "This is really going to be the death of me."