Chapter 1561: Regent Prince Dotes on Me Too Much, What Should I Do 30

"What compensation do you want for the earlier grievance?" Jin Chen kissed the corner of his eyes, asking softly.

"... Yes."

Xie Zhiwei slightly closed his eyes to accept the kiss; the faint heat and warmth blended together, making him unable to stop, leaning into Jin Chen's chest, intimately close.

The cold beauty really likes to cling.

Jin Chen grabbed his restless hand, lightly biting his fingertip, then rubbed his ear, reddened to the point of bleeding, saying, "It's just past noon; you only last night..."

"You said you would give compensation."

Xie Zhiwei raised his hand to remove his hairpin, then leaned into the embrace, not wanting to move for a moment; his crimson lips brushed against Jin Chen's throat, saying, "Your Majesty, just dote on your subject a little more."

Only by doing this could Xie Zhiwei repeatedly believe that in this world, he is still cherished.

Jin Chen reached out to gently stroke the soft black hair scattered at his waist, as if peeling away the last layer of dust from jade; the sandalwood scent beneath the curtains was rich, and the moist kiss forced Xie Zhiwei to frown and lift his head, as if he too had become fragile jade.

But at that moment, several knocks sounded from outside the door.

No matter how bold, hearing the commotion at this time still startled Xie Zhiwei; the humid intimacy was suddenly cast down from the clouds.

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty, Miss Chu requests an audience,"

The palace maid guarding outside didn't know Xie Zhiwei had entered, only thinking Jin Chen was still resting, so she softly called from behind the screen.

Xie Zhiwei tightly held Jin Chen's hand, his moist eyes pleading, "Don't go..."

Jin Chen lightly stroked the back of the person in his arms, his hoarse voice soothing: "Don't be afraid, relax."

Then he said in a deep voice to the outside: "Let her wait in the side hall."

"Yes."

Even this small interruption left Xie Zhiwei with a faint unease spreading in his heart; he clung to Jin Chen's embrace like a snake, trying with all his might to keep the person on the bed.

But after about half a cup of tea, the palace maid came again to report: "Your Majesty, Attendant and Liu Feng have also arrived, and together with Miss Chu they are waiting in the side hall for you, saying there is an important matter to discuss."

Liu Feng was sent to arrange the undercover agents, so how did he come back?

Jin Chen felt puzzled, his attention drawn, and in an instant Xie Zhiwei clung to him, thinking he was about to go see Yu Huayao now; tears slipped from his reddened phoenix eyes: "Don't… don't leave me at this time… don't go see them."

Xie Zhiwei trembled, then fiercely thrust a chilling palm wind toward the outside of the gauze bed curtains; the candlestand instantly shattered into pieces.

"Get out!"

"Prince… Prince." The palace maid finally understood, turned pale with fright, and hurriedly retreated.

Jin Chen smiled, wiping away his tears with a kiss: "Stop trembling, I won't leave."

Xie Zhiwei held back his anger, biting hard into Jin Chen's collarbone; even after tasting blood he didn't stop, as if wanting to leave an eternal mark on him, wishing no one would dare approach.

Jin Chen: "……"

Forget it, it's better than quarreling out of jealousy.

After half an hour, Jin Chen was attended by Xie Zhiwei to dress, then went to the side hall to discuss matters.

Xie Zhiwei rested against the headboard, covered with a brocade quilt, hearing the palace maids' footsteps as they brought in hot water in single file; he called for a cup of tea, but thinking of what just happened…

He smashed the tea cup, his expression gloomier than ever before.

——

When Jin Chen entered the side hall, Liu Feng, Yu Huayao, and Chu Qingqing knelt to greet him, additionally glancing nervously, afraid of being scolded.

"Why are you all kneeling?" Jin Chen's steps halted as he entered, incredulous: "You didn't all fail your three-person mission, did you?"

"Of course not." Chu Qingqing still dared to joke with him, a little embarrassed: "I don't know if I disturbed Your Majesty and the Prince's leisure; isn't this because I fear your reprimand?"

Heaven knows he heard the palace maids' back-and-forth saying Your Majesty was resting with the Prince, which almost scared him into running back to hide; originally the Regent Prince already had some reservations about his very existence in that position.

Jin Chen flicked his sleeve and sat down: "All right, get up; discussing the important matter is urgent."

Chu Qingqing hadn't had time to straighten her sleeves before saying: "Your Majesty, the Immortal Netherworld Prince captured by Liu Feng simply refuses to reveal where the Divine Medicine is, neither threats nor bribes work; he insists on seeing Mu Zhongzheng first."

"When later confronted with harsh questioning, he actually still wanted to commit suicide on the spot."

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, murmuring, "Well, this is quite the devoted second male lead."

He handed a token to Chu Qingqing: "Show this to him and say that if he doesn't surrender the Divine Medicine, he will only see Mu Zhongzheng's corpse."

Liu Feng looked at that token, then felt his own waist plaque: "Master, shouldn't my waist plaque be replaced with a new one?"

"Running around every day with a fake one makes me anxious!"

"No rush," Jin Chen then looked at him: "What do you need from me?"

"An assassin." Liu Feng's expression suddenly turned grave: "I have been investigating the undercover agents I've been tailing these days; hearing you were assassinated, I rushed back, and it's very likely they belong to the same faction as those agents."

"Assassin." Liu Feng's expression suddenly turned grave: "Your subordinate has been investigating the undercover agents who have been tailing these days; upon hearing you were assassinated, I rushed back; it is very likely they belong to the same faction as those agents."

Jin Chen felt slightly surprised: "That old coot is nearly 170 years old, and at the age of being buried he still wants to vie for the throne?"

Yu Huayao: "This… Your Majesty, I… subordinate heard my father say that when the Former Emperor was alive, he still felt blood‑kin affection for the rebellious Prince Su, ordering him to garrison the borders and never return to the capital; but these years Prince Su seems to have secretly raised… an offspring."

Prince Su's rebellion—before being exiled to the frontier, he had sworn a blood oath never to have descendants; the Former Emperor therefore allowed him to keep his life, but also stripped him of the ability to raise offspring.

Jin Chen nodded thoughtfully: "Liu Feng, continue the covert investigation; report any developments."

Jin Chen nodded thoughtfully: "Liu Feng, continue the covert investigation; report any situation."

Finally came Yu Huayao's turn.

He took out a sealed letter from his sleeve and handed it to Jin Chen, anxious: "This is a secret letter my father sent by express horse from the capital; it has nothing to do with me."

The letter's entire content amounts to just one thing.

Soon after, at the palace night banquet, coordinating with Master Song, the Commandery Prince would collaborate inside and out to seize the Emperor, leaving Xie Zhiwei with no blood to drink, and he would surely die within at most two months.

After reading it, Jin Chen gave a light, dismissive snort.

The original plot's events would still unfold, only this time Mu Zhongzheng did not want to kill him.

He casually tossed the paper, wiped his hands, and said softly: "Keep replying to the letter, don't let it be noticed."

"Yes, subordinate receives the order." Yu Huayao finally breathed a sigh of relief; as long as his father had picked the wrong side, it wouldn't implicate him now.

"Yes, I will obey." Yu Huayao finally let out a breath; his father had joined the wrong side, as long as it doesn't affect him now.

"All of you step back, this period is not peaceful; remember to protect your own safety."

Jin Chen waved his hand to dismiss the attendants, secretly pressed his collarbone, and the pain made him grit his teeth silently.

"You're really ruthless, cold beauty!"

"I like it!"

When leaving the side steps of Your Highness, Yu Huayao asked Liu Feng for the next dose of antidote, still not accustomed to the feeling of an impending storm.

"If Your Majesty's plan succeeds, my father will surely be toppled; then…… how will Your Majesty deal with me?"

Liu Feng looked at him in surprise and said, "Of course it's to set you free—just stay away from the imperial city."

"But do you really have no father‑son affection left for the Grand Tutor?"

Yu Huayao smirked sarcastically, "The day he sent me to the Prince as a pawn, any father‑son affection was already gone."