Chapter 22: Xue Qi’s Sorrow and Grief

“Xiao Qi, you’re crying so sadly, my heart aches for you.” Wei Bao softly coaxed her, his hand stroking her back.

Xue Qi nestled in his arms, drawing warmth from him.

“Second Brother Wei~ If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do~” She pouted, her face full of grievance, as she snuggled closer to him.

The two of them, like dry tinder and a raging fire, gradually felt the room becoming unbearably hot.

Wei Bao picked her up and placed her on the bed. They were practically pressed together.

Xue Qi could feel Wei Bao’s body heat through her clothes. She blushed and tried to push him away.

Wei Bao wouldn’t give her a chance, and they rolled together in a tangle.

Xue Qi softened like a lump of cotton, her voice sweet and seductive.

“Second Brother Wei, don’t do this…”

Soon, the bed curtains were thrown open, revealing a scene of disarray, a room filled with passion.

The moonlight was like water, the wind rustling through the bamboo forest.

The Prince’s Mansion was silent. The Third Prince disliked noise, and there were very few servants in the mansion.

A Song forcefully dragged A Zheng to the study. A Zheng struggled, “Don’t be ridiculous, why would you tell the Prince about this?”

“You’re a blockhead!” A Song knocked his head. “The Third Miss said she misses our Prince so much that she’s lost weight! You’re not going to tell the Prince about something this serious?”

“Are you hoping that our mansion will never have a mistress?”

A Zheng was dubious, “But even if we tell the Prince, he can’t…”

Those two in the court, although they looked down on our master, secretly, who knows how many spies are watching us.

How dare the Prince interact with the Prime Minister’s mansion? Since they can’t interact, he can’t make his Prince do something reckless like scaling the wall at midnight!

A Song dragged him and knocked on the study door. “Master.”

“What is it?”

Li Chen put down the scroll in his hand and looked at them.

A Zheng hesitated. A Song poked his arm, “Say it, say it quickly!”

“How to say it?” A Zheng blushed. He usually had a serious and solemn expression, never smiling.

“But the Third Miss…?” Li Chen asked nervously.

“It’s… it’s that the Third Miss said she couldn’t find you anywhere in the capital, and she hasn’t been able to eat or sleep properly these days, and she’s lost a lot of weight…”

As soon as he said this, besides A Song who was laughing uncontrollably, even Li Chen couldn’t help but blush.

“Master, do you think you should tell the Third Miss your identity, so that she won’t…” A Song urged.

“A Zheng.”

“Master.”

Li Chen glanced at A Song, “I heard that there’s a shortage of manpower for sweeping the back garden?”

“Yes, I’ll arrange for A Song to help right away.”

“Huh?” A Song looked innocent, “What’s going on? Why is it me again?”

“Master, I’m loyal to you… Master…”

A Song wailed as he was dragged away by the tall A Zheng.

Li Chen opened a painting on his desk, which was of Wang Baochuan. She was wearing a moon-white brocade dress, with simple gold and jade hair ornaments, standing amidst a sea of flowers.

Li Chen hadn’t seen her wear this outfit before, but he could imagine that she would look stunning in it.

“I love you…”

Li Chen’s mind was filled with this sentence countless times, as well as the expression on her face when she said it, a mixture of joy and reproach.

He clenched his fist. What did it mean that things that didn’t belong to him couldn’t be touched? He was determined to defy fate.

“Someone! Go get A Zheng.”

He instructed the person outside the door.

Soon, A Zheng rushed in, his face slightly sweaty.

“Master, you called for me.”

“Tomorrow, I will petition the Emperor to go to Qinzhou to train troops. Pack your things, we will set off tomorrow.”

A Zheng was stunned. Qinzhou was such a harsh place, everyone avoided it, yet his master was going there voluntarily!

He wanted to persuade him, but the words died in his throat.