Chapter 37: Having Too Much Fun!

  "Your Highness goes out for a nighttime stroll with Mei, having a wonderful time."

  Zhao Zong restrained the big black horse and gazed coldly at Dongfang Qingyun who was hanging a smile.

  "The gentleman from the East is restless in bed, but feels lonely again?"

  "It's nothing, nothing." Dongfang Qingyun's soft and gentle voice was warm and pleasant to the ear, especially on such a cold and quiet night, forming a stark contrast with the icy chill emanating from Zhao Zhu's body. "Qingyun has been waiting here, wanting to borrow someone from Your Highness."

  In the dim firelight, Zhao Zun wrapped Xia Chuqi entirely in his arms, conveniently covering up the bloodstains on her clothes from the carrier pigeon, and let out a cold hum with an expressionless face.

  "This king has no one to turn to."

  Dongfang Qingxuan looked at his possessive actions and smiled lightly: "Your Highness has entrusted Wu Can to me, but he is seriously injured and may not make it through the night. I heard that this young master Chu has some medical skills, so I came to seek your help."

  His gaze paused on him, and Zhao Zun raised an eyebrow coldly.

  "Does this king not want to?"

  A faint smile, the words "Dongfang Qingxuan" fell from his mouth like silver beads landing on a jade plate, ringing out clearly.

  "The Imperial Guard is acting, Your Highness should be aware."

  "Dongfang Qingxuan." Zhao Zun's eyes swept coldly, "Are you threatening this king?"

  "Qing Xuan dare not. Only Wu Canjun was appointed by the Emperor, if he died in the camp under the palace, it would be a cruel torture to death, I'm afraid that even if you return to Beijing, it won't be easy to explain. Qing Xuan is thinking for your sake, so he can only offend him."

  As soon as he spoke, the Brocade Guards moved accordingly.

  "I'll take a look and see who dares." With a low, cold snort, Zhao Zhuo, dressed in black robes, had an icy expression, without the slightest hint of warmth or courtesy.

  The sound of iron armor clanking, cold and piercing to the ear——

  At the beginning of summer, I thought it would be like the previous two times, and these two handsome men would just finish with a few words. Who would have known that in an instant, they would resort to violence. Soon, the entire Ma's inn was surrounded by Zhao Zhu's men, sharp bows and steel knives were drawn, emitting a dazzling cold light under the firelight, those sharp blades seemed to be able to pierce each other's heart at any moment.

  The situation is tense and volatile, ready to erupt at any moment.

  They glared at each other for a moment, but it was Dongfang Qingyun who smiled first.

  "Healing the sick and saving lives is a good thing, but Your Highness is being too ruthless."

  "The Eastern Lord is amused. My people are not for others to use."

  Just as the sharp blades were about to clash, White Knife entered and Red Knife exited. Xia Chuqi, who had been quietly sitting in Zhao Zhu's arms, suddenly smiled slyly, pinched Zhao Zhu's arm, and giggled at Dongfang Qingyuan.

  "The Grand Commander is so fond of you, if Chu Qi doesn't know his place, he's beyond foolish. We're all our own people, why must we resort to violence and hurt the harmony? How about this, let Chu Qi return to his room to change his clothes first, then go treat him?"

  She glanced at Zhao Zun with a sideways glance, as if she had melted into the thick emotions, and her tone was also somewhat shy, "Chu Qi had just gone on a night tour with the prince, playing too much, his body is a bit dirty, dare not pollute the place of Mr. Dongfang."

  This sentence is spoken in a subtle way, yet everyone can understand it...

  Zhao's facial muscles twitched slightly without leaving any trace.

  Dongfang Qingxuan looked at her for a moment, then glanced at Jin Weijun beside him and slowly opened his lips.

  "Your Highness is in a good mood. Then, Qing Xuan will wait respectfully in the East Wing."

  With that, he swept his red sleeves and put on a line of brocade clothes, and the guards disappeared into the night, taking away the tension that had just burst out. Zhao Zun slowly waved his hand, and the three layers of golden armor also retreated with a clang. The killing intent of Ma Hao was finally dispersed.

  "You don't have to answer. With King Wen around, how can you not be saved?"

  In the chilly night wind, his voice was colder and harder than a sword.

  "Hmph, I don't want to owe anyone a favor and then have them cheat me out of my money. It's just treating an illness, isn't it? I'm a doctor, I should go. Don't worry, I'll handle it properly."

  Hurried back to the house, washed and dressed, Xia Qiqi took care of the blood-stained clothes on the seventh day of summer. She changed into a new set of clothes and specially checked the wax on her forehead that covered the word "jian" (meaning lowly or inferior), before heading to the east wing.

  The furnishings in the east wing were not as exquisite as those in the Jade Emperor's Pavilion, but they were simple and clean. When she entered the room, Dongfang Qingxuan was sitting lazily on a purple sandalwood chair, having someone serve tea and pour water, being extremely polite and meticulous, but he had yet to see Wu Canjun, who was said to not live past tonight.

  On the seventh day of summer, I felt clear-headed and lazy, so I sat down on a chair with a smile, looking at him sideways.

  "Is the Grand Commander's illness just a pretext? Inviting Chu Qi to come alone and have a heart-to-heart talk is the real intention, isn't it?"

  "Clever." He curled up the corner of his lips, Dongfang Qingxuan lightly sniffed the tea in the celadon cup, his movements were elegant and refined, his voice was still light as a spring breeze, "Rufeng, hand over the things for Chu Xiaolang to take a look."

  "Yes."

  Soon, a slightly old-fashioned sachet appeared in front of Xia Chuyi.

  She had seen this thing before, and it was pressed at the bottom of Xia Cao's trunk. It had a faint fragrance, elegant needlework, exquisite materials, and two intertwined lotus flowers embroidered on top, with delicate colors and vivid details that didn't seem to belong to a village girl. If it were in modern times, it would be an invaluable work of art.

  "Is this yours?" Dongfang Qingyun asked with a smile again.

  At the beginning of summer, Xia only took a glance and narrowed his eyes at him, "Such exquisite things, which one is worthy of Chu Qi?"

  It seemed that he had expected her to deny it, Dongfang Qingxuan didn't think much of it. "Can Chu Xiaolang remove his headscarf and let me take a look?"

  Xia Chuqi's heart skipped a beat as he further confirmed his family's suspicions.

  In fact, from that day in the forest, she knew that this Eastern Great Demon should have recognized her original body as Xia Cao. Now it seems that he should also know that there is a "cheap" word on her forehead, and now he has found something belonging to Xia Cao in Lian Nian Village, so it must be certain.

  But what else does he want to prove?

  As for her origins, Xia Chuyi was also very curious. But she wasn't foolish and deeply understood the severity of "mutilation punishment". After learning that Dongfang Qingxuan was the leader of the Brocade Guard, where would she dare to admit it? Where would she even dare to ask?

  Not just him, even in front of Zhao Zhuo, she didn't dare utter another word.

  There is no prisoner in the world who goes to ask the police about his life story.

  Her mind was racing, but her movements didn't stop, she simply said okay and casually lifted the veil.

  "Has the Grand Commander taken a good look?"

  The Eastern Blue Mystic's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at her several times, but his face didn't reveal even a hint of abnormality.

  "It seems I've mistaken you for someone else."

  Xia Chuqi let out a breath of relief, but his face remained calm. "So that's how it is? No wonder. Hehe, however, although Xia Qi isn't a close friend of the Grand Commander, if there's ever a need in the future, whether it's for treating injuries from swords, guns, or arrows, or for curing boils, ulcers, or poison, just give the order and Xia Qi will take care of it."

  She hid her sharpness in softness, Dongfang Qingxuan just smiled and didn't speak.

  He paused for a moment, then flashed her an enchanting smile like a mischievous spirit, and walked over.

  "Isn't the King of Jin a difficult person to get along with? Can you still handle it?"

  "Ah, whose life isn't thrilling?" Xia Qiuli smiled and said, no longer wanting to pretend in front of him. He stood up, clasped his fists together in a salute, and bowed slightly. "If the Grand Commander has nothing else, Chu Qi will take his leave first. Today's body is really exhausted."

  The Eastern Blue Mystic's gentle smile, with a subtle and enchanting expression, was both beautiful and eerie. However, it also carried an undercurrent of bloodthirsty oppression that slowly seeped out from his laughter, making her feel tense, as if she might have her head chopped off at any moment.

  "Chu Xiao Lang, I have two words for you."

  "Oh?"

  At the beginning of summer, she was in a bad mood and her heart was at war. She couldn't understand why he looked so good but every time they faced each other, it made her feel like she wanted to escape. She remembered that last time he said he had solved a case in Beijing, could it be...the scar on her forehead was left by him?

  As soon as the astonishing idea entered her mind, her eyes had already rolled over several times, and the lively spirit made Dongfang Qingxuan laugh. He slowly took her handkerchief and put it on her head, but when he withdrew his slender white fingers, he leaned in to take a light sniff at the tip of her nose.

  "It's really delicious."

  "Is this what you wanted to say?" Xia Chuyi glared.

  "Right."

  A straightforward bow, Xia Qi's respectful gesture again, "Great Commander, Chu Qi also has two words to bid farewell."

  "I'd like to hear more about it."

  Her eyebrows and eyes bloomed with flowers, "Stupid, annoying."

  She said it vividly and didn't care whether the Eastern demon understood or not. She swung her sleeves and strode out of the East Wing with a flourish.

  The Eastern Blue Mystic did not obstruct him.

  He gazed at her slender back and softly called out, "Ru Feng."

  "Belonging to the lower class."

  "Is it her?"

  "Eight nine is not far from ten."

  "I originally thought he was an incompetent fool, but it turns out he's actually a hidden talent with such great skills."

  He played with the sachet in his hand, slowly walking back and forth in the room several times, each step seeming to be thinking. Under a face that was extremely beautiful and enchanting, there was a deep-seated coolness and calmness. After a long while, he sat down on the sandalwood chair, his slender fingers lightly brushing against it, before handing the sachet over to Ruhai.

  "Send this thing to the imperial prison and hand it over to Xia Gong. Tell him that... the pine mouth has been opened!"

  Digression

  Thank you dear [Like Wind 2010], promoted to Gongshi, muah one.

  What's this Eastern Great Demoness up to today? Next, the always oppressed Seventh Sister, how will she be able to cook and eat fish in the palm of Nineteen's hand?

  The plot will develop in what way, let's see next time. Haha.

  Everyone (in unison): I hate this phrase the most, get out of here!

  Two Jins (already rounded rolls): Sisters, I will definitely be back - a kiss goodbye!