Chapter 1557: The Regent Prince Is Too Fond of Me, What Should I Do 26

Meanwhile, Xie Zhiwei also received news about the Immortal Underworld Prince from the spies.

However, the spy network spread across the Great Jin Kingdom uncovered even more.

"My lord, while investigating, I discovered another faction also seeking the Immortal Underworld Prince's medicine."

"Who is it?"

"... It seems to be someone who serves Your Majesty."

Xie Zhiwei's brows furrowed, his motion of feeding the koi in the pond halted, and after lowering his phoenix eyes, only a faint chill and regret remained.

Jin Chen actually knew there was a medicine in this world that could cure him.

"Step back, don't mention this again."

"Yes, I take my leave."

The spies came and went without a trace; moments later, only Xie Zhiwei stood behind the willow tree by the fake mountain stone, with De Quan waiting not far away.

"My lord, what's wrong...?" De Quan peered over, puzzled, but dared not disturb him.

Ever since the lord reconciled with His Majesty and even developed another relationship, he had rarely seen the lord in such a solitary moment.

After a long while, Xie Zhiwei wiped clean the fingers that had touched the fish food, gazing at the pond full of koi with a deep, mysterious look.

"I wish you truly love me."

"My lord, my lord." De Quan approached cautiously, smiling, "His Majesty hasn't seen you in a while; he just sent a palace maid to look for you."

Xie Zhiwei's dim eyes finally gained luster; indeed he saw the palace maid standing at the bridgehead, "Your Majesty, what do you summon me for?"

The little palace maid didn't understand the lord's meaning, she merely bowed and relayed the original words to Xie Zhiwei.

"Replying to the Prince, His Majesty said the iced porridge is refreshing and invites you to Qianhua Palace to escape the heat."

"Then I'll go."

Xie Zhiwei slightly lifted the corners of his eyes, the earlier doubts and speculations suppressed in his heart, his gaze rippling with a hint of warm smile.

Jin Chen waited half a day for Xie Zhiwei to return, displeased: "Where have you been? The iced porridge melted before you came back."

"I was watching the koi in the small garden," Xie Zhiwei leaned lazily into his embrace, not even glancing at the melted iced porridge, his finger hooking Jin Chen's sleeve and swaying.

"Please don't be angry, Your Majesty."

"I'm not angry," Jin Chen said, having a palace maid bring another bowl; being coaxed made him laugh again. Now that he had grasped the clue to that medicine, he finally had the confidence to tell Xie Zhiwei about it, otherwise he would only raise his hopes in vain.

"I want to tell you good news: there is a divine medicine in Jiangnan that can cure your qi backlash symptoms."

Xie Zhiwei's smile stiffened slightly; he never expected Jin Chen to say that outright.

He reacted after a moment, slowly burying his face in Jin Chen's chest, asking in a muffled voice.

"Your Majesty, you..." "Don't overthink it."

Jin Chen suddenly felt something was off, scooped him up and held his face, saying: "After taking the divine medicine, you won't need to go through that ordeal each month, and I won't need to bleed myself."

"If I had to bleed myself every month, I would die early, and no one could accompany you for a lifetime."

Jin Chen spoke very seriously!

Xie Zhiwei was so startled by him that he trembled, the corners of his eyes reddening: "So that's how it is..."

His Majesty isn't eager to get rid of him; rather, he's worried and still wants to spend a lifetime together.

Xie Zhiwei felt as if wrapped in rich, silent affection, all his overly suspicious doubts vanishing completely at this moment.

He rose from kneeling, his crimson lips brushing Jin Chen's mouth in a coaxing way, as if silently apologizing for his earlier suspicions, softly whining: "Your Majesty..."

How could Jin Chen fail to notice Xie Zhiwei's thoughts? He embraced him, yet deliberately teased: "In broad daylight."

"No one dares to come in."

Xie Zhiwei's reddened eye corners resembled blooming camellia flowers, exuding a charm only the beloved could see; taking Jin Chen's hand, he undid his outer robe's sash, slipping into his embrace like a snake.

"Please..."

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -13, total 50!】

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 90!】

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During these days that Yu Huayao came to the traveling palace, he hadn't received Jin Chen's "new mission," but instead enjoyed his leisure; he merely pretended not to have seen the secret letter sent by the Grand Tutor father.

He now struggles to protect himself; how could he still have energy to help his family scheme?

"Your Highness, Master Song invites you to the small garden for a chat." The palace maid entered to report, interrupting Yu Huayao's contemplation.

"Master Song?" Yu Huayao rose in doubt from the noble consort's chair, "I've never heard of this person."

"Replying to Your Highness, Master Song was originally the second son of the Jiangnan prefectural governor; His Majesty took a liking to him and brought him to the traveling palace, after which he likely will also return to the inner palace together." The maid in pink couldn't help but add a couple of sentences, for a servant who is favored by the master, his talent is seen more highly.

"He's only been here a few days and can't wait to see you; he must have his own agenda."

Yu Huayao, however, felt it wasn't that simple; after fingering his prayer beads and thinking, he still decided to go.

Song Yanwen still wore that azure robe; before Yu Huayao got close, a glance made him think he saw Yunxiao again, his lips twitching involuntarily.

"Hasn't His Majesty long known that Yunxiao belongs to the Prince of the Commandery? How could a newcomer find someone so alike?"

That thought just flashed through his mind, and Yu Huayao suddenly understood something; his gaze toward Song Yanwen standing beneath the bridge grew more probing, unless this person was also sent by the Prince of the Commandery.

"Greetings, Noble Attendant Yu; I've long admired your reputation." Song Yanwen smiled warmly and politely, observing the etiquette of an outside-gentleman.

"Master Song hasn't even been granted a title, why are you so eager to come see me?"

Yu Huayao wanted to test him, so he had his attendant palace maids and eunuchs wait aside, then approached Song Yanwen and asked directly: "Or is there someone who sent you to bring me a message?"

Song Yanwen was somewhat surprised: "When did you find out?"

This laid it bare; Yu Huayao's heart actually relaxed, for it being someone of the Prince of the Commandery was fine—he just feared other forces might still be plotting against His Majesty.

"Never mind how I know; what did the Prince of the Commandery have you bring?" Yu Huayao asked, appearing as a loyal subject devoted to the Prince of the Commandery.

The prince is very angry that you failed to keep Yunxiao safe, and he almost leaked all his plans.

Song Yanwen stopped pretending, his tone icy as ice: "You've stayed by the emperor's side for so long, yet you still haven't gotten anything useful?"

"How could there be none." Yu Huayao slightly raised his hand; the golden thread embroidered on his cuff became even more glaring under the scorching sun, its value beyond compare, he spouted nonsense: "The emperor favors me; when the prince wishes to act, I will be the best insider."

Song Yanwen frowned at him, recalling the scene of Jin Chen playing chess in the pavilion garden that day; a strange feeling flickered in his heart, and looking at Yu Huayao only made him more displeased.

"Don't forget your station; you are unworthy of the emperor."

Yu Huayao:?

These words sound a bit strange.

He glanced at Song Yanwen, his expression inscrutable: "You seem to have a natural talent for vying for favor."

Above them there is also that Regent Prince who never leaves the emperor's side day and night; even if he had already taken poison and had no other thoughts, even if he did, he could not surpass Xie Zhiwei's ruthlessness.

Song Yanwen listened, yet it all sounded like mockery; he grit his teeth silently, thinking the prince should have let him enter the palace earlier, otherwise Yu Huayao wouldn't have gotten ahead.