novelraw Chapter 1391 - 1475: My Heart Can’t Take It
Chapter 1391 - 1475: My Heart Can’t Take It
"Official Husband?" The guard following beside Qinghe looked calm, but in truth, his heart was racing.
Previously, the sudden incident was too urgent, and indeed revealed some clues.
Qinghe followed the footprints in the snow towards the direction of the rockery, and those hiding within couldn’t help but hold their breath, watching as he stepped forward, seemingly about to head towards the rockery. But just then, from inside the rockery.
Prince Meng stepped out first.
"Hey, isn’t this Qinghe Zhengjun?" Wearing a mask of a smiling face, Prince Meng was like a chameleon, instantly switching his image to a rakish scoundrel.
Those who could stay by Prince Meng’s side were all his trusted confidants. Seeing Prince Meng step out from the rockery, they too followed in succession.
"Greetings to Qinghe Zhengjun!"
The man appeared indifferent, "So it’s Prince Meng. But this heavily guarded palace, how did the Prince come in? Do you have a Token? Have you reported to His Highness Eighth?"
Prince Meng tapped his own head, "Hey, it’s really hard to say, I recently acquired a map and found it quite interesting. Who knew that map would lead me here."
Prince Meng lied and then continued, "But I was also very surprised, it’s been so many years since I’ve seen my Ninth Sister. Tsk tsk tsk, the once glorious Ninth Sister has fallen to such a state, it’s truly lamentable!"
Prince Meng paced a few steps on the spot, messing up the footprints left before by everyone.
A faint smile appeared on Qinghe’s lips, "I think the Prince is the real mysterious one. Regardless of whether what the Prince says is true or false, appearing in this palace today might carry suspicions of treason."
Prince Meng exaggeratedly clutched at his heart, acting as if she had her tail stepped on, jumped far away, "My dear, Qinghe Zhengjun, don’t scare me, my heart can’t handle fright, really it can’t."
Qinghe slowly tidied his robe, "The Prince need not act in front of me. Your tricks may deceive His Highness Eighth, but Qinghe has never believed them. After all... you and Her Highness Fifth were siblings, and had a close relationship in childhood, though alas, Her Highness Fifth was short-lived and died years ago."
Harsh and cold words spilled from Qinghe’s mouth. He suddenly looked at Ji Jiuhuang, raised his hand slowly, and the next moment, a pulling force gushed from his palm. His palm was like a black hole, with infinite attraction. The still-crying Ji Jiuhuang, unable to resist, was dragged by the toes sliding across the ground, pulled right in front of Qinghe.
Suddenly, like jade, his hand grasped Ji Jiuhuang’s throat, gradually increasing the pressure. The guards beside him were sweating coldly down their faces. Prince Meng’s hands clenched into fists, then quickly released, clenched again, and released again, repeatedly, showing her inner torment and hesitation.
She almost couldn’t control herself and wanted to act against Qinghe!
But Qinghe suddenly smiled, "See, the Prince’s acting can only fool those ignorant ones, but you do care. However, this Ninth Princess, for now, is not going to die, you needn’t worry."
Prince Meng’s face turned somewhat gloomy, yet she awkwardly laughed, "Qinghe Zhengjun, you’re joking again. In the past when we were young, Zhengjun once rode in splendid clothes, indulging in Yuanjing. In recent years you’ve become more and more stable and restrained, yet your humor, compared to back then, has only increased, hahaha!"
Qinghe’s hand was still holding Ji Jiuhuang’s snow-white neck, but his lips curled into a smile, "Is Prince Meng trying to get close to Qinghe? The young man of the past is no longer fair, like a blood-stained garment, sullied by filth, never to be clean again."
"And, does the Prince still remember who caused all this?"