Chapter 412: Handsome Supervisor fiercely flirts 35

Put it there.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze and glanced.

Has the Supervisor not returned yet?

Replying to Your Highness, the Supervisor hasn't returned yet; perhaps he's been held up by something.

The palace maid put down the porcelain bowl, helped herself to a small bowl, and walked over to Jin Chen holding it with both hands.

Your Highness, this silver ear fungus soup is best when warm.

Jin Chen shifted sideways, couldn't smell the soup, and nearly choked on the maid's rouge scent.

"Put it down," he said, his voice already annoyed.

Your Highness, please forgive me.

Who would have thought that upon hearing Jin Chen's anger, the palace maid would kneel while holding the bowl, her expression on the verge of tears.

I am the maid who just came to serve you today; if I have offended Your Highness, I truly deserve death.

Just then, Xuan Che was about to enter the inner hall; hearing the sound, he raised his brows in puzzlement, wondering who Your Highness was angry with.

Who would have expected that upon approaching, he would see a maid kneeling beside the desk, looking extremely wronged.

His face turned cold: "Who allowed you to enter the sleeping hall?"

The palace maid trembled all over, somewhat frightened.

Jin Chen saw his wife enter, his expression instantly brightened, and he reached out his hand.

Why did you only come back today?

The East Bureau's trivial matters are busy; how can they compare to Your Highness enjoying others' service here?

Meeting Jin Chen's gaze, the softness and grievance in Xuan Che's brows instantly appeared.

"What have I enjoyed?" Jin Chen said, surprised and dissatisfied, "I haven't touched her, Xiao Qi—don't be jealous for no reason."

Your Highness, that's mistaken; this is a maiden granted by the Emperor, and if you wish, you may take her as a concubine at any time.

Xuan Che's tone grew softer and more alluring, though his ending carried a hint of resentment.

His fingertips had already brushed Jin Chen's neck.

Jin Chen: "…"

He would say that! No wonder this palace maid has no sense at all!

How does Xiao Qi know about this?

I'll explain later to Your Highness, but first I want to ask Your Highness: what do you think of her appearance?

Xuan Che had the maiden lift her head, speaking softly and sweetly as he asked Jin Chen.

Jin Chen glanced and gave a sincere evaluation.

Not much, vulgar, not as good-looking as you.

Palace maid: "…"

She bit her lip, tears already welling in her eyes.

Xuan Che laughed, his branches trembling, seeming pleased by that answer, and asked again: "Your Highness, don't you think she looks similar to me?"

This Prince is not blind; they look nothing alike at all.

Upon hearing that, Jin Chen glanced again at the palace maid who was about to cry.

His wife was surely testing him.

Where exactly are they similar?

He tightened his embrace around Xuan Che, took a deep breath of his scent, and his nose, poisoned by rouge, felt much better.

Go away; this Prince needs no concubine—go find Feng Zhu and leave the Purple Imperial Palace.

The palace maid shook her head, putting on a pitiful appearance, and replied, "Reporting to Your Highness, I am a maiden granted by the Emperor; there is absolutely no reason for me to leave."

If you don't wish to see me in the sleeping hall, from now on I will only serve in the outer hall; I beg Your Highness to grant mercy and allow me to attend to your left and right.

This Prince said we don't need it; do you not understand?

Jin Chen suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground, almost hitting her, causing a startled cry and making her tears fall even more.

Your Highness, please don't be angry.

Seeing Jin Chen like this, Xuan Che's jealousy first subsided; he coaxed, approaching his chest, "The four maidens were indeed personally selected by the Imperial Noble Consort; if you find them too numerous and noisy, just choose one to keep."

Keeping one is already the limit he can accept.

Jin Chen listened but was not happy, even finding it hard to believe.

You knew they would come to the Purple Imperial Palace; why didn't you stop them?

I am certainly jealous… but Your Highness, you cannot be without an heir.

Xuan Che's tone sank, he shook Jin Chen's arm, "I also have no way."

Feng Zhu!

Jin Chen suddenly shouted, his voice already dropping to freezing point.

Here.

Feng Zhu was eavesdropping at the corner of the outer hall when he was suddenly shouted at; he hurriedly ran in, asking, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

All the palace maids sent into the Purple Imperial Palace by the Imperial Noble Consort are to be sent back! Not a single one may stay!

When Jin Chen said this, he didn't even glance at the kneeling maid begging for mercy; he merely fixed his gaze on Xuan Che, his eyes complex.

Here.

No, Your Highness! I am a maiden already granted by the Imperial Noble Consort; you cannot do this, Your Highness!

The palace maid was still struggling desperately; she absolutely could not be driven out of the Purple Imperial Palace, for when she came, everyone knew she would belong to the future new emperor, and boundless glory and wealth still awaited her—how could she resign herself to being sent back!

Let go of me! Your Highness!

Hey, shut up!

Feng Zhu felt the increasingly strange atmosphere between the Supervisor and Your Highness; he wished he could leave immediately, and simply picked up the person and ran.

Let go of me! Your Highness... Your Highness, look at me—I resemble the Supervisor and can bear children; why won't you keep me as a servant?

Those words touched a sore spot, and Jin Chen threw another brush at him: 'Feng Zhu! Send everything else back, and give this person fifty strokes of the cane!'

Boom—

As the palace doors closed, the sleeping chambers finally fell silent.

Jin Chen looked at Xuan Che, who had his head lowered and remained silent, and let out a deep sigh.

He didn't want to argue or misunderstand, so he suppressed his anger, lifted the person's cheeks with both hands, though his tone was a bit awkward.

Speaking honestly, if I really kept those four people, would you be happy?

Xuan Che slightly pursed his lips, his soft, coquettish voice barely audible: 'Just say you only want me to choose one.'

Jin Chen laughed angrily, his tone inevitably tinged with provocation: 'Fine, then I'll go choose one to keep now, grant them residence in a side hall, and have them sleep in her room tonight—how does that sound?'

A tear fell unexpectedly, landing on the fingers Jin Chen used to hold his face; Xuan Che shook his head, his phoenix eyes already completely red.

Just listening to Jin Chen speak made his heart ache terribly.

If... if Your Highness really did that, tonight he would surely not be able to restrain himself from drawing his sword and killing that palace maid.

Are you not happy?

Hmm.

Xuan Che nodded again, rubbing against Jin Chen's palm, feeling utterly wronged.

Then don't do things that make you unhappy,

Having been made soft-hearted by his tears, Jin Chen's lingering anger also faded, and he patiently coaxed him.

There will be no one else; in the vast Jin State, only you have caught my eye.

Jin Chen coaxed him softly, his tone gentle.

I will inherit this realm because of you; you cannot let me become emperor and then make me sleep with someone else—that would be a huge loss for me.

You don't need to worry about the descendants; although my several brothers are gone, aren't there still a few princesses raised outside? Then we could discuss with them, choose an heir to raise in the palace, and that would also count as preserving the Jin family's realm.

As for this solution, Xuan Che had never thought of it before.

He froze for a moment, seemingly realizing this was currently the best plan; his phoenix eyes lit up, and he stopped tearing up.

It's my stupidity; I didn't think of that.

You've made this palace sad; you'd better make proper amends.