Chapter 1123: Ancient Academy Records: Plenty of Fun, More and More 10

Xie Yuancheng had just been enjoying the thrill of his victorious match, but Jin Chen's reminder made the scraped back of his hand and forearm flare with pain.

He didn't struggle, just whined for Jin Chen to be gentler, his attitude oddly familiar.

Xie Beiyao beside him looked incredulous, his sword-brows rising as he muttered to Ling Xiuyu, "When did Yuancheng get on good terms with Jin Chen?"

Yesterday he was still refusing to stop until he won.

Ling Xiuyu shook his head, still gentle and calm, "But… it's a good thing."

Thinking of Jin Chen's status, Xie Beiyao also agreed, "If after the match we could still make Jin Chen an aide at the Tai Zi Fu, that would be winning over the Divine Pavilion."

Ling Xiuyu glanced again and smiled, "Yuancheng has finally learned to worry about future matters."

Although he and Xie Beiyao are both His Majesty's appointed companion readers, destined to become ministerial aides, if Yuancheng can grow, that's all the better.

Xie Yuancheng had no idea what his two elder brothers were thinking; his mind was full of how comfortable and cool this medicine felt.

"And here," Xie Yuancheng whispered, pulling up his sleeve; the skin inside had also been scraped raw, and with his delicate flesh and fair complexion it looked quite serious.

Xie Yuancheng pouted, "It hurts a bit—be gentle."

When Jin Chen applied the medicine, he was serious; noticing another wound, he glanced lightly at Ting Yang, who was propping himself up on his waist and limping to his feet.

Ting Yang suddenly turned his head.

"Hey! There's killing intent!"

But there was nothing—just Jin Chen gently helping the little crown prince apply medicine.

"Hey, living long enough you get to see all sorts of things."

Ting Yang scratched his head and leaned on Wan Zhou's shoulder, "You know, back then so many young ladies and lads fawned over Jin Chen—every type—but he refused to see them all; how did he end up taking a liking to this little crown prince?"

"If this really works out, the road ahead won't be easy—this is the future emperor of the Heavenly Mystery Kingdom."

Wan Zhou jabbed him with a bent elbow, "Jin Chen can like whoever he wants—maybe His Majesty would be pleased too."

Jin Chen put away the ointment, grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and while Xie Yuancheng was blowing on his wound, a sudden spark of inspiration struck— a mischievous idea formed.

"It's not healed yet; this spot hurts too."

Xie Yuancheng looked up at Jin Chen pitifully, tugging at his sleeve and shaking it, his voice full of grievance, "Please have another look."

"Let me check," Jin Chen said, a little worried.

Just as Jin Chen reached out, Xie Yuancheng pressed against his arm, and two dirty handprints instantly appeared on his white robe.

Jin Chen: "……"

A vein jumped on his forehead.

Ye Susu, passing by and seeing this, drew a deep breath, silently covered her face, "Oh, what a sin."

"Hehe! I've won back a city!"

Xie Yuancheng gave a sly smile, turned his back, and tried to run.

Jin Chen didn't chase him, merely smiling sideways, hooking a finger at Xie Yuancheng— his fingertip wrapped around a … belt.

"A belt?!"

"Ah!"

Xie Yuancheng, both embarrassed and angry, hastily pulled up his pants, afraid they'd fall, "Jin Chen!!"

His voice was so loud that everyone preparing to watch the next match was drawn in, all turning to look.

Seeing his unsightly behavior, Xie Beiyao stepped forward a few paces, shocked: "Yuancheng, what are you doing?"

Xie Yuancheng cried out in anger.

"Cousin! Jin Chen stole my belt!!"

Xie Beiyao: "…… huh?"

"Hahahaha!!" Laughter burst out from below the stage.

Lan Wuyang laughed the loudest.

"Who could have tamed that little devil? How delightful, congratulations, worthy of song and praise!"

Knowing he'd surely be punished, Xie Yuancheng flicked his sleeve, sending out a nearly invisible fine thread.

The belt hooked on Jin Chen was entwined by the fine thread, seeming unchanged, but just as it was about to be pulled back, he curled his lip, backhanded the thread, and yanked hard.

"Aaaah—"

Xie Yuancheng tried to save his barely-there pants while watching the thread's direction, never expecting Jin Chen to notice.

Completely off‑guard, he was yanked straight into Jin Chen's arms.

Jin Chen reached out, caught him precisely in his embrace, and let out a surprised "yo."

"The little crown prince being this forward really makes me feel honored and startled."

He smiled, his face full of spring breeze.

"Let go of me!" Xie Yuancheng gritted his teeth.

"Really?"

Xie Yuancheng yelped, then shoved himself further into the embrace, "No, no! Don't let go—quickly tie it for me!"

"Huh…" Everyone covered their eyes in unison.

Ting Yang clicked his tongue, recalling those bitter years of being bullied.

"Jin Chen is this shameless with anyone he likes—I suddenly feel relieved."

Jin Chen used his wide sleeve to tie the little crown prince's belt, then finally satisfied, crossed his arms over his chest.

"Even now."

Xie Yuancheng, furious, grabbed his arm and bit down hard.

Despite that, this guy didn't feel the pain—even as his arm bore red bite marks, he kept smiling, not a frown in sight.

"You…" Xie Yuancheng pouted, beginning to feel aggrieved.

"Eh eh hey," Jin Chen's smile faded, he hurriedly rubbed his head to coax the person, "Don't cry, I let you bite me."

His appearance was truly handsome and unmatched; even when he wasn't smiling, his gaze seemed affectionate, and Xie Yuancheng's face inexplicably grew warm as he inhaled.

"Just bully me, I won't let you eat the special dishes from the imperial kitchen."

"Oh my little Crown Prince, those bright black claw marks are still on your clothes."

"... Then you also can't grab the waistband, how embarrassing."

Xie Yuancheng gave an annoyed snort, shook off his hand, and ran to the arena below to watch the match.

【Detected villain triggering Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value 10, total 10!】

【???】 0731 surprised, 【This can also trigger Heartbeat Value?!】

Jin Chen flicked his folding fan, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, especially dazzling.