The Prince Can Always Hear The Secret Servant Chanting The Qingxin Mantra Before Going To Bed

Chapter 19: I Want A Kiss.
Kiss Me….

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“Tell me, what’s your name?”

Bian Zhonghua’s bedchamber in the Prince’s Residence was quite spacious, it even had the inner and outer rooms separated.
At this time, Bian Zhonghua was sitting in front of a table in the outer room, holding a brush that hadn’t been dippen into the ink yet, with his right elbow placed on the armrest of the chair to support his head leaning to the side.
His face was filled with a playful expression.

Qi Ci had been feeling nervous for a long time, and now everything had turned into a joke.
Feeling somewhat numb, Qi Ci stared at Bian Zhonghua, deciding to cooperate with him: “Qi Ci.”

“Age?”

“19, almost 20.”

“How many members are in your family?”

“One person has enough to eat, so the family doesn’t need to worry1.”

Bian Zhonghua raised an eyebrow and laughed: “Oh? You’re alone? Not married?”

Qi Ci was puzzled as he replied: “No.”

Bian Zhonghua said: “You’re almost 20 years old, but you haven’t married yet.
Young Master, isn’t that a bit miserable?”

Qi Ci: “….
Are you? You seem to be older than me, am I right?”

“”

Bian Zhonghua choked: “…..
Cough, cough, cough.”

After almost coughing out his lungs in an exaggerated reaction, Bian Zhonghua stroked his lapel and said deeply: “As for the last question, Young Master should think carefully before answering it.
If you answer wrong, I don’t dare to guarantee that you’re going to keep living.
Listen carefully, Young Master, do you….
want to eat plum candied fruit?”

Qi Ci: “…..
I do.”

“Then come, come.
Sit over here.” Bian Zhonghua’s smile was bright, waving at Qi Ci to come over and pointing at the plate filled with plum candied fruits on the table.

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Qi Ci chewed into a candied plum, which stimulated his tongue with sweetness and sourness, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Bian Zhonghua put down his brush and looked at him with one hand supporting his head: “Did you relax? When I saw you under the old acacia tree just now, you looked so nervous and stiff.”

Qi Ci replied: “Fortunately, I met you.
By the way, did I tell you that I received a secret letter?”

After saying so, Qi Ci related how a young maidservant gave him a letter, but as Bian Zhonghua heard the story, his expression became a little odd.

After finishing speaking, Qi Ci wanted to hear Bian Zhonghua’s thoughts.
However, Bian Zhonghua was somewhat hesitant to reply, until finally, he said: “Actually, that letter, um….
In fact, I was the one who sent it to you…..”

Qi Ci: “……”

Qi Ci painstakingly rubbed his face and said: “Do you know what’s my purpose for coming to Prince Chongfeng’s Residence?”

Bian Zhonghua shrugged: “Yes, I know.”

“Were you the one I was supposed to meet tonight under the old acacia tree on the East wall of the Western Courtyard?”

“I wanted to ask you to have dinner together.
You see, I was afraid that you wouldn’t recognize the old acacia tree on the East Wall of the Western Courtyard, so I sent two Secret Servants to look for you.”

‘No wonder I was able to meet a Secret Servant before I arrived at the Western Courtyard.’

After being treated so horribly and escorted to the East Wall like that, was Qi Ci supposed to feel honored?!

Qi Ci ate a lot of candied plum in a row, which slightly eased his breath.
After taking a deep breath, he asked: “What did you mean by ‘if you don’t want others to be implicated’?”

Bian Zhonghua bent his eyes and said: “It’s fun teasing you.”

Qi Ci: “…..”

Qi Ci: “Bian Zhonghua, I’m going to strangle you!”

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The two Secret Servants guarding the door were startled by the sudden shouts coming from the bedchamber.
As they looked at each other, one said: “I don’t know what kind of punishment Lord Bian used, but it made that man shout so fiercely.
Too bad, too bad.”

“Alright, alright, don’t make a scene.
I have something serious to talk to you about.” Bian Zhonghua then patted Qi Ci a few times as he tried to hide his laughter.

Qi Ci was so angry that he held the whole plate of candied plum on the table in his arms, spitting out the pit hard as he ate: “Speak.”

Bian Zhonghua coughed lightly and sat upright: “In fact, I had no other choice but to call you here.
I can’t leave the Western Courtyard now, so that’s why I had to ask someone to send you a letter.”

At first, Qi Ci thought that Bian Zhonghua was just trying to play with him, but he never thought that there would actually be a serious matter involved, so he froze for a moment.

Bian Zhonghua continued: “Yesterday, I found out that Xu Run sent someone towards the North to look for you.”

Qi Ci was confused: “He’s looking for me?”

Bian Zhonghua reached out and squeezed a plum from the porcelain plate in Qi Ci’s arms.
Then he put the plum inside his mouth and said: “Since he can be so ruthless to sell you into a brothel, I don’t think that this sudden search for you is a good thing.
Either he knows that there’s still a part of the jade pendant, which made him Prince, missing, or he wants to kill you to silence you, so that he can sit on the throne.
Maybe even both.”

Qi Ci’s mouth closed tightly until it turned into a tight line.

After three years of friendship, three years of talking to each other, and three years of mutual trust; who would’ve thought that he would have to meet with him as an enemy.
One knife against the other, trying to cut each other into pieces, having to throw the other to the ground, trample and crush them at will.
It was impossible to say that Qi Ci didn’t feel sad.

Bian Zhonghua saw that Qi Ci’s face looked depressed.
Just when he was about to say some comforting words, the door of his bedchamber was suddenly knocked.

Bian Zhonghua then swallowed those words back and asked in a loud voice: “Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

It was the cold voice of a young man that sounded like a mountain stream, trickling down.

Bian Zhonghua didn’t seem to expect him to come, so after a while of pondering, he finally said: “Come in.”

Then a person pushed open the door and entered.
Qi Ci’s eyes widened when he saw the young man entering through the door.
He had white hair tied up, white eyebrows and white eyelashes.
His pale lips looked as cold as snow.

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Lin Baihu also didn’t expect that there would be another person in the bedchamber, so he froze for a moment.
The surprise was fleeting on his face, but he immediately recovered and turned cold again.
As he looked at Bian Zhonghua, he asked: “Who is he?”

Bian Zhonghua replied: “A friend.”

After saying that, he didn’t forget to introduce that man to Qi Ci: “He’s one of the Demon Slayers, Lin Baihu.”

Lin Baihu looked at Qi Ci for a moment, and then turned his eyes back to Bian Zhonghua: “If you’re working, you should avoid iddlers.”

Qi Ci stood up knowingly and said: “Then I’ll go first.”

Bian Zhonghua didn’t ask him to stay, but he accompanied Qi Ci at the door.
As the two of them stood at the door, Bian Zhonghua untied a sign on his waist and handed it to Qi Ci: “This is my token, take it with you so that you won’t be stopped when you come to the Western courtyard in the future.
This is for you as well.”

After saying that, he stuffed something into Qi Ci’s arms.

When Qi Ci looked down, he saw that it was a box of delicate cakes.

Bian Zhonghua smiled with an apologetic smile: “Originally, I called you here because I wanted to have dinner with you, but now something had suddenly come up.
You can eat these cakes to fill your stomach, don’t starve yourself.”

“Alright.”

Once the door of the bedchamber was closed gently, the two Secret Servants guarding the door stared back and forth between the token in Qi Ci’s hand and his body.

‘What the fuck?! Can the token of a Demon Slayer be given to someone so casually?‘

“”

Qi Ci turned around, caught their gaze, and held up the pastry box in his hand: “Look, I have cakes to eat.”

The two Secret Servants: “…..”

‘What are you showing off so proudly?!!! That pastry is easy to buy, alright?!’

…

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Three nights later, when the wind was cool and the stars were sparse, the Secret Servant Residence was quite dark.

Qin Yicang was sitting in a pavilion with octagonal bird wings.
He was holding an ink painted fan in one hand and a cup in the other.
As he sipped the cup slowly while shaking the fan, he said: “Ah, such a good wine.”

Suddenly, a man slowly stepped in and sat down in front of him.

“Do you want a drink?” Qin Yicang handed the wine bottle to Lin Baihu.

Lin Baihu pushed it away: “No, I don’t want to drink.
Do you know who Qi Ci is?”

Qin Yicang laughed out loud and looked at Lin Baihu: “I knew that you would only come to me for the sake of Bian Zhonghua.”

Lin Baihu’s face was expressionless.
He simply kept silent, waiting for an answer.

Qin Yicang put away the fan and filled another cup of wine for himself: “Bian Zhonghua has always been someone to help people.
Qi Ci is just another one.
How did he catch your eye?”

Lin Baihu said: “They’re too close.”

When the breeze lightly touched Qin Yicang’s hand holding the cup of wine, there were ripples formed in the wine.
As he tilted his head, he thought for a moment and then said: “It seems to be true.
But I’ve seen Qi Ci before, and he’s indeed human.
He’s not a demon.”

Lin Baihu said coldly: “He can’t be underestimated, it needs to be probed.”

“How do you want to probe it? Empress Dowager Xianyi is going to offer sacrifices to Heaven for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
You have to follow the whole process, right?” Qin Yicang unfolded his fan and continued as he fanned himself slowly: “But I can check on him for you.”

Lin Baihu nodded: “Thank you.”

Qin Yicang suddenly sat up straight and leaned down, close to Lin Baihu, with a malicious smile: “I have a condition.”

“Say it.”

“I want a kiss.
Kiss me….” Qin Yicang then stretched out his finger and lightly pressed it on Lin Baihu’s lips: “Here.”