The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 55

The toll of a bell echoed through the palace corridors.

A somewhat agile figure darted from around a corner, arms spread wide as his frail body lunged toward the advancing horses.

Shuishi pulled the reins tight, his patience wearing thin. In this short stretch of the palace road, they had encountered wave after wave of assassins; the path was already littered with corpses. Shuishi flicked his soft sword from his waist, ready to strike, only to find himself looking at a beautiful face drenched in tears.

Instead of an assassination attempt, were they trying a “honey trap” now?

“My Lord!”

The beauty blocking the way gasped for air, lifting a tear-stained face. “My Lord, you must not go any further! There is chaos in the palace. it is far too dangerous!”

Who is that in front? Xie Cheng summoned 222.

Does the New Group Leader not remember? That voice belongs to the protagonist of this world, Ye Qing, 222 replied with a yawn.

What is he doing here?

“Love turned to hate,” I suppose. He wants to imprison you, 222 said, sounding quite knowledgeable lately after browsing too many novels. Rumors of the love-hate relationship between the Prince and his personal guard have spread throughout the capital. Ye Qing has been listening from the shadows, dying of jealousy.

Xie Cheng: 

What love-hate relationship?

222 let out a “tsk,” its voice sounding smug. Don’t bother denying it, My Lord. I understand. I see everything.

Xie Cheng began to regret his laziness. Refusing to even pull back the carriage curtain, he reached into his mental space, used his spiritual power to squish 222 into a tiny ball, and stuffed it back into a corner of the system. He closed his eyes and repeated those three cold words: “Drive over him.”

“He isn’t dead yet,” Jiang Yi whispered as a reminder.

“Is there a difference?”

“Of course! Dead people don’t move. If they’re alive, they’ll scream and thrash when we drive over them, and blood will get everywhere,” Jiang Yi whispered back.

Xie Cheng considered this. “Point taken.”

“Right?”

“Then kill him first, and then drive over him,” Xie Cheng decided.

Jiang Yi happily tucked his arm into the Prince’s, squinting his eyes with a broad grin as he nuzzled affectionately against Xie Cheng’s cheek.

New Group Leader.

222 rushed back out, desperate. You can’t! We haven’t completed any of the romance plot points for this world yet, and the protagonist cannot die.

Xie Cheng corrected it: The protagonists died in the last world. Both of them.

That was different! The romance plot in the last world was perfectly supplemented.

 222 emphasized.

Fine.

Xie Cheng tapped the wooden wall of the carriage. “Shuishi, bind him and throw him in the back.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Shuishi moved with mechanical efficiency. He quickly bound Ye Qing tightly with a thick rope and tossed him into the small storage compartment at the rear of the carriage. Not even a whimper was allowed to escape.

“Why the change of heart, My Lord?”

“I’m taking him back to get married.”

Jiang Yi’s face fell. “Married?”

His eyes went wide, looking as if he’d been struck by lightning. His body went stiff as a board, losing all the softness he’d had while lounging in Xie Cheng’s arms. A mix of panic and grievance welled up inside him. Not knowing what to say, he simply began knocking his forehead gently against Xie Cheng’s arm.

“What are you doing?” Xie Cheng asked a hint of a smile in his voice.

“My Lord, please don’t joke about such things.”

“Am I joking?” Xie Cheng couldn’t hide his amusement anymore.

Jiang Yi blinked, looking up to see the sparkle in Xie Cheng’s eyes, which reflected his own foolish, worried face.

“My Lord,” Jiang Yi muttered under his breath.

Always teasing me. Mean Prince.

Xie Cheng laughed out loud and pulled Jiang Yi closer. “Once we’ve seen my Father and Mother, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving  for where?”

“I’m tired of the capital. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Oh, so we’re just leaving the mess to your parents?” Jiang Yi’s tongue slipped, and he blurted out “Father and Mother” without thinking. When he realized what he’d said, his entire face turned a deep, burning red.

“Father and Mother?” Xie Cheng repeated.

The words sent a shiver through Jiang Yi’s heart. He scrambled to cover Xie Cheng’s mouth. “I said it wrong! Forget you heard that, okay?”

Xie Cheng lowered his eyes and slowly peeled Jiang Yi’s hand away. “If you want to call them that, tell them yourself.”

” Can I?”

“Why not?” Xie Cheng replied casually, as if it were a trivial matter. He squeezed Jiang Yi’s slightly sweaty palm. “You think they don’t know already?”

Know what? That he was the Prince’s companion, or that he wanted to call them “Father and Mother”? Jiang Yi fretted over the thought, falling into a daze.

The End of the Rebellion

The palace revolt was like smoke easily dispersed with a single sweep.

In the original plot, the Crown Prince was supposed to be wounded every three steps and near death every five. Now, however, he stood tall in the main hall, longsword in hand, with the head of a rebel leader dangling from the tip of his blade.

It seemed that without the interference of the “jinx” protagonist Ye Qing, the Crown Prince was doing just fine.

Subsequently, the traitorous Prince Xian, Xie Yuan, was stripped of his title and paraded through the streets before being exiled to the desolate frontiers. The Ye family and other high-ranking conspirators were rounded up and executed to re-establish the Emperor’s authority. Under such ruthless measures, the court was terrified into submission, and order was restored almost instantly.

A few days later, Xie Cheng took Jiang Yi to the palace again, this time bringing a mountain of gifts that Jiang Yi had prepared.

Jiang Yi had bags in both hands and more hanging around his neck. He insisted, “These are gifts for Father and Mother; I must carry them personally.”

Behind them, the palace attendants kept their eyes down, showing impeccable tact. Not one of them offered to help Jiang Yi; they simply followed at a respectful distance. After a while, Xie Cheng quickened his pace, silently deciding he didn’t want to walk next to this dork.

“My Lord, wait for me!”

Xie Cheng walked even faster. No waiting. Absolutely not.

However, as they walked through the plum grove, Xie Cheng spotted two familiar figures. A man stood with his hands behind his back, a tender smile on his face as he watched another man catch falling petals.

Xie Cheng stopped, looking thoughtful. “It seems we’ve arrived at an awkward time.”

“Why do you say that?” Jiang Yi looked over and his jaw dropped. “That… that… why is he with the Crown Prince?”

Xie Cheng didn’t bother answering.

“Could it be that Qingzhu has become the Crown Prince’s advisor?” Jiang Yi mused.

“Then tell me, what is our relationship?” Xie Cheng asked, glancing at the bags swinging from Jiang Yi’s neck. The weight had clearly begun to make him slouch.

Jiang Yi blushed and lowered his head, nuzzling his own shoulder. “We  share a bed.”

“So do they,” Xie Cheng noted.

“Oh! The Crown Prince is so good to his advisors. Just like in the stories talking by candlelight deep into the night.”

Xie Cheng:

Sometimes he’s sharp, sometimes he’s a total blockhead.

“My Lord, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Xie Cheng looked away. “Mhm. It’s just that when they ‘talk by candlelight,’ they tend to make quite a bit of noise.”

“What kind of noise?” Jiang Yi asked, looking pure and innocent.

“Nothing.”

Just then, the Crown Prince turned and saw them, a gentle smile appearing on his face. “Zijue! I’ve been mentioning you every day. You’ve finally come to the palace. Father and Mother have missed you dearly.”

Xie Cheng walked forward. “Yes, we’re here.”

The Crown Prince looked at the man behind Xie Cheng, his smile deepening. “I’ve heard and seen much of you, Young Master Jiang. I trust you have been well lately?”

Faced with such sudden warmth, Jiang Yi was flustered. His cheeks burned as he bowed low, the various items around his neck clanking together. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

“There is no need for such formality. We are all family.”

Family… Jiang Yi’s face grew even redder. He hid behind Xie Cheng, his restless arms causing even more clanking.

“He’s shy around others. Brother, please don’t tease him,” Xie Cheng said, defending him.

“He doesn’t seem shy around you,” the Crown Prince laughed. Beside him, “Qingzhu” gave his arm a playful nudge. “Your Highness, stop it. I told you about them before.”

“That’s why I said we’re family,” the Crown Prince chuckled.

Xie Cheng reached back and pulled Jiang Yi out from hiding. “Alright, stop fidgeting. Once we see Father and Mother, we’ll go back and pack. We’re leaving soon.”

Jiang Yi, still unable to find his voice, fell back a few steps to walk with Ye Shu (Qingzhu). Ahead of them, Xie Cheng and the Crown Prince walked side-by-side—one cold and aloof, the other warm as jade.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” the Crown Prince asked, his voice full of brotherly concern.

“To see the world,” Xie Cheng replied honestly.

“Regardless of whether our parents agree, I’m worried about you being out there,” the Crown Prince said.

“My health has improved significantly.”

“Truly?” The Crown Prince looked skeptical.

Xie Cheng held out his wrist. “Brother, feel my pulse. Jiang Yi found a renowned physician. I’ve been taking new medicine, and the poison is mostly cleared.”

“A renowned physician?” The Crown Prince reached out and placed two fingers on Xie Cheng’s wrist.

The pulse was no longer weak and stagnant; it was steady and strong. The Crown Prince’s joy was plain to see. Though no doctor himself, he could tell Xie Cheng was telling the truth.

“Well?”

“Good! This is wonderful! We must reward him properly.” The Crown Prince turned around. “Young Master Jiang, if there is anything you desire, just say the word.”

“It was only my duty,” Jiang Yi said, incredibly embarrassed. But when Xie Cheng’s gaze swept over him, he secretly puffed out his chest.

He. did he have the potential to be a Prince Consort after all?

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