Quick Transmigration: Crazy About the Villain, Begging for Love - Chapter 3

The blue light screen vanished. Li Qing lowered his eyes and followed his uncle, keeping his gaze straight ahead. He would be leaving sooner or later; there was no need to pay any mind to these people.

Eventually, he would find an opportunity to fake his death and escape. He would also need to trust someone to send a letter to his mother in advance as a hint, to prevent her from committing suicide as she did in the original plot. Once he returned to the Yun Kingdom, he would take his mother out of the palace and find a quiet, secluded place to spend the rest of their lives.

It was a pity that the original owner had brought no money when he left. He was penniless and his body was in poor health; these plans would have to be carried out slowly.

He Zhangzhi was currently furious. He clenched his fists, his expression ugly as he performed the salute. The Emperor of the Ning Kingdom simply looked down on their Yun Kingdom; it was one thing to be dressed casually while receiving envoys, but he hadn’t even spared them a proper glance!

However, no one at the scene paid any attention to He Zhangzhi’s emotions. The courtiers’ eyes were locked onto Li Qing. The Sixth Prince of the Yun Kingdom his appearance is truly exceptional! Dressed in white, he looked like an immortal, cold and arrogant; the capital’s number one nobleman was instantly eclipsed. With looks like this, I fear only our Emperor could rival him. The Emperor was temperamental, so they didn’t dare to look at him too much, but they could look at this Sixth Prince as much as they wanted he was a feast for the eyes!

Li Qing felt a gaze following him. After taking his seat, he looked over and happened to meet the eyes of Feng Yanzhou on the dragon throne. The Ning Kingdom Emperor’s gaze was complex, unreadable, and felt a bit dangerous.

Li Qing blinked in confusion. When did I offend him? Whatever. He would only be staying here for a month or two at most; there was no need to care.

Ignoring Feng Yanzhou’s gaze, Li Qing focused on eating. The food in the palace was truly delicious. He might not get to eat it again in the future, so he might as well eat a bit more now. After finishing a dish, Li Qing picked up the wine flagon on the table and sniffed it. It seemed to be fruit wine—refreshing and sweet. His eyes brightened; he hadn’t been coughing much these past two days, so he should be able to drink it. He quickly poured himself a glass and sipped it slowly. His fox-like eyes narrowed, and his joy was nearly overflowing. Delicious! It’s better than the wine I drank in Qingqiu! Thinking of the fine wine he had hidden away in Qingqiu, Li Qing grew a bit worried. Will other foxes steal it?

With his mind occupied, his hands didn’t stop, pouring glass after glass. The intoxication gradually went to his head. Eh? It’s gone? Li Qing turned the flagon upside down, tilting his head and opening his eyes wide to peer into it. Then he curled his lips. It really doesn’t last long! He silently set down the wine glass and went back to eating, not listening at all to the war of words between He Zhangzhi and the officials.

Feng Yanzhou watched the fox intently, his interest growing deeper. Sixth Prince Li Qing on the surface, he is cold and otherworldly, yet in private, his movements are so cute. And those eyes… they are truly alluring. The more I look, the more I like him. After staring at Li Qing for a long time, Feng Yanzhou quickly made up his mind. Since he had taken a liking to him, he should be his. It was fortunate that he didn’t have an Empress yet…

A while later, Li Qing felt his head getting more and more dizzy; the chopsticks in his hand began to double. But he stubbornly refused to admit he was drunk. In his previous body, he could drink a thousand cups without getting tipsy. It must be that the charcoal fire here was too strong and it was a bit hot; he should go outside for some air.

Avoiding the support of the palace maid behind him, Li Qing exited the great hall through a side door. He found a small pavilion to sit in, leaning against the railing, his right hand resting under his chin as he admired the fish in the lake. A breeze stirred the hem of his clothes and his long hair; he looked like a celestial being who had descended into the human realm.

When Feng Yanzhou arrived, this was exactly the scene he saw. His heart skipped a beat. He walked quickly to the pavilion and sat down opposite him. Facing the person he liked, his hands and feet felt slightly tense. He carefully thought through his words, and only after deciding they were appropriate did he speak: “Does the Sixth Prince like the palace food?”

Li Qing was already half-drunk and quite dazed; it was only when he heard the voice that he slowly came to his senses. He had no realization that the person before him was the Emperor, and he did not use honorifics: “What did you say?”

This was the first time Feng Yanzhou had heard his voice clearly crisp and clear as a mountain spring. He liked him even more now. Discovering that the other was a bit muddled, Feng Yanzhou was very good at seizing the opportunity. He squeezed over to Li Qing’s side, their shoulders touching through their layers of clothing, and the corners of his mouth gradually lifted. We touched shortly after meeting! Is being able to sleep with him far off?

Staring at Li Qing’s fair face, Feng Yanzhou smoothed his robe. Big brother, don’t be too excited.

“Cough, cough… if the Sixth Prince likes it, in two days I will arrange a larger courtyard for you. It will have a small kitchen, and I will find the best imperial chef to cook specifically for you.”

Li Qing’s reaction was a beat slow. He was silent for a moment before refusing: “No need. Just follow the official protocol.” He would be leaving in a while; there was no need to waste resources.

While he was speaking, he felt breath hitting his face. Li Qing turned his head subconsciously, and his pale red, thin lips brushed against the other’s nose. Feng Yanzhou’s eyes, deep as ink, instantly filled with pleasant surprise, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Li Qing had seen many beauties in his clan, but he was stunned by the sight before him. In the sunlight, his red clothing reflected light and shadow onto Feng Yanzhou’s face. The radiance lit up every line of his features, and his cold, frosty appearance was warmed, infused with vitality and passion. It was bright and dazzling, making one unable to help but be captivated.

Feng Yanzhou reached out and poked his forehead, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a certain desire: “Qingqing is looking at me like this do you like me?”

Li Qing was startled into sitting straight. He stood up with a frown and took two steps back, putting distance between himself and the person beside him. Feng Yanzhou did not care in the slightest about the other’s sudden coldness; he stood up and pulled Li Qing into his arms: “Be careful, don’t fall into the water.”

As he said this, he didn’t forget to rub against Li Qing’s waist, making no attempt to hide his intentions. He could feel that while holding Li Qing, the restlessness that always haunted his heart had eased significantly. Could it be… that he is the fated person the Master spoke of? Heh, he hadn’t believed it before, but now… he believed it! This person was destined to be his!

Li Qing tried to push him away, but being frail and weak, he was no match for him. He said in an angry tone: “Let go! Cough, cough, cough…”

Hearing the violent coughing, Feng Yanzhou hurriedly helped him to sit down, patting his back with a look of worry: “Qingqing, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don’t get so angry that you ruin your health!”

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…”

Influenced by that pot of wine, combined with breathing in the cold air and then being angered by Feng Yanzhou, Li Qing’s illness flared up. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, which terrified Feng Yanzhou. He bent down, picked the young man up horizontally, and used light-body techniques to rush toward the Imperial Hospital, his pace rapid, not daring to stop for a single second.

Feng Yanzhou’s brow was furrowed tight. He kicked open the door, scanned the room, and ignored the kowtowing of the people in the Imperial Hospital as he roared: “Qin Lang! Come out!”

A fairly young voice came from a side room: “What is the matter with Your Majesty, rushing about in such a panic?”

Qin Lang, who had been napping, was just about to open the bolt when the door split open with a bang, sending him flying a meter away.

After kicking the door, Feng Yanzhou quickly carried Li Qing into the room and gently placed him on the bed: “Hurry up and help him take a look! He was just coughing up blood!”

Qin Lang, who had fallen flat on his back: “…” He is the Emperor, he is the Emperor… endure it, endure it. I cannot scold him, I cannot scold him. Damn it, I can’t endure it at all!

“F*** it, Feng Yanzhou, are you out of your f***ing mind?!”