Ich denke an dich, wenn der Wind weht

Kapitel 62

“He is the emperor’s new favorite, extremely popular, and perhaps he can get me back.” He showed no shame or remorse. “I do not wish to grovel and fawn over him, but it is inevitable.”

Jia Ye remained silent for a while.

"You are indeed worthy of being a king or nobleman."

The ability to be flexible and adaptable, to quickly adjust to the sudden fall from the peak, and to smile and talk calmly with enemies is something that not everyone can do.

"I am deeply honored by the praise from the snow envoy."

"Why not use Xiao Shicheng to get rid of me? This would be a perfect opportunity for revenge."

“I haven’t encountered anyone capable of killing the Snow Envoy yet.” Chi Shu’s expression was a mixture of regret and sigh. “Besides, my current status wouldn’t allow me to invite trouble.”

“You’re very smart.” She stared at the other person. “I’m surprised you could hold back.”

"It's not as difficult as I imagined." He grinned, revealing his teeth. "Even Prince Xiao endured it."

Jia Ye tapped her fingers lightly on the table for a while, then suddenly raised her eyelashes. "You're looking in the wrong direction."

What does the Snow Envoy mean?

"You want to return to Kucha, thinking you can get through to the imperial court by starting with the Prince of Nanjun?" She chuckled silently. "The gold and pearls you brought are enough to satisfy the appetites of officials at all levels?"

“It’s definitely not enough.” Chi Shu stared intently at her. “What brilliant plan does Snow Envoy have?”

Jia Ye picked up a chopstick, dipped it in tea, and wrote a string of names.

"You have been operating in the Central Plains for several years, but you are outnumbered and unable to accomplish anything. The best way is to borrow the power of the Kingdom of Kucha. The King of Kucha can send an envoy with the treasures of the national treasury to bribe officials. This will be a hundred times better than what you can do."

"The King of Kucha sent you as a hostage back then because he misunderstood that you intended to seize the throne and collude with the enemy. As long as this misunderstanding is resolved, he will surely regret it and blame himself, and will go to great lengths to bring you back to his country."

"The crux of the matter lies with Gu Mo. You yourself cannot return to the Western Regions, but you can send your entourage to travel there, seeking an opportunity to incite conflict between Gu Mo's chief master, Lang Gan, and the prime minister. Lang Gan is a relative by marriage, and is brave and reckless, but lacks ability. Simply falsely accuse him of incompetence and cowardice, causing Gu Mo to suffer a defeat in your battle years ago, and it was only through the prime minister's clever scheme that Kucha withdrew its troops and made peace..."

Chi Shu's eyes lit up instantly. "Lang Gan will surely be indignant and try to take credit, and the events of that year will be exposed to the world."

"Your Highness only needs to wait for the secret envoy from Kucha to arrive." Putting down her chopsticks, she leaned back lazily. "These people at the table can be used to some extent. I hope Your Highness still has some gold and pearls left."

Chi Shu silently memorized everything, remaining silent for a long time as he began to plan the specific details of his actions.

After a long while, he raised his head, his expression complex and unfathomable.

"Why are you giving me this advice?"

"Isn't this what you came for?" She summoned a maid to bring him a fresh pot of tea, but didn't even glance at him.

“I just…” He stopped, his expression strange.

"It was my fault that you were disgraced and forced to leave your hometown. Now I'm trying to make amends, but there are conditions..."

"you say."

A cold glint appeared in his clear, black-and-white eyes. "After taking control of Kucha, you are forbidden from waging war against Gumo for twenty years."

"Why is that?" Chishu stared at the slender figure opposite him in surprise.

"You only need to say whether you agree or not." Su Yan sneered slightly. "Anyway, with your abilities, you can still make Kucha strong without annexing Gumo."

“It seems there is no other choice.” The man pondered for a moment, then relaxed. “Although I don’t know why the Snow Envoy established this rule, Chishu will comply.”

"That would be for the best." The cold voice suddenly chilled to the bone. "Don't think that just because I'm away from Tianshan I can't do anything to you. If I break the contract, I can still turn Kucha upside down."

“I have long been familiar with Xue Shi’s methods, how could I dare to underestimate him in the slightest?” He paused for a moment, then smiled again. “Chi Shu will not break his promise.” As he said the last sentence, he placed his hand on his forehead, following the oath-taking ceremony of the Western Regions, his voice solemn and very serious.

Jia Ye nodded, his coldness vanishing. "May Your Highness soon achieve your heart's desire."

The atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Chishu raised his glass in thanks, pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You don't hate me?"

Jia Ye was puzzled. "Hate you? Why?"

“I tortured you and indulged my subordinates…” The details of the secret room are unknown, but the torn clothes on the ground are clearly visible, and the dead guard is half naked. Some details are not hard to guess.

"Those lashes?" She seemed to understand, but didn't seem to care. "I thought this day would come when I killed people; I guess I deserved it. As for your men..."

Her smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down one's spine. "Wasn't he already killed by me? I never hold grudges against the dead."

Chishu stared at that snow-white face, which possessed both beauty and a fierce aura, and remained speechless for a long time.

Upon returning to the Southern Prince's Palace, he had a general idea of the situation.

Having wandered in the Central Plains for several years with little success despite numerous efforts, he hoped to return to his homeland within a few years if this plan succeeded. He was focused on returning to the Western Regions to clear his name, forgetting about this two-pronged strategy.

As he pondered, a beautiful figure emerged from behind the corridor, blocking his path.

“Princess Shalin.” He was somewhat surprised. “Is something the matter?”

The young princess of Shanshan was also sent to the Central Plains as a hostage by her uncle after his rebellion, becoming the plaything of the Prince of Nanjun. Both of them came from the Western Regions, but he had little interest in this princess who was all show and no substance, and mostly kept his distance to avoid suspicion.

"Your Highness Chishu, can you help me?"

It was rare for such a beautiful princess to come to his door, and he became a little curious, so he made a worldly-wise remark. "Princess, there's no need for such formality. If Chishu's power is within my capabilities, I will certainly do my best."

Shalin clasped her hands together, her beautiful face slightly contorted with nervousness.

"I saw the witch who killed my father. She is in the Central Plains. I would like to ask Your Highness to lend some men to kill her."

He was stunned for a moment, and almost burst out laughing.

"Where have you seen her before?"

“She came to the palace.” Shalin said a date, which happened to be the night of the Qionghua Banquet. “Your Highness was also exiled to the Central Plains because of the evil cult. Now is the time for revenge.”

He was immediately at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated by the naive princess.

Having been pampered since childhood, Shalin had no idea what kind of person she was dealing with, and proceeded to meticulously plan. "I've already found out where she lives in Yangzhou. All I need to do is avoid those around her, and Your Highness's valiant warriors can easily capture her..."

“Your Highness, please forgive me, Chishu is powerless to help with this matter.” He could no longer listen and interrupted, his beautiful eyes widening in surprise, unable to believe that he had been rejected.

"Princess, you should serve the Prince carefully and try to win his favor as much as possible. It's best not to mention such things that are too outrageous. If it gets to the ears of the Crown Prince, I'm afraid..." Half of these words were sincere. Xiao Shicheng would not allow anyone with malicious intentions to be around him. Once he found out, they would either become pawns to be used or be eliminated without mercy. In Chang'an, the lives of disgraced hostages were as insignificant as ants. Who would care about the life or death of the lowly?

Shalin possesses stunning beauty but doesn't know how to use it wisely. After being favored by the Prince of Nan for a period of time, she was neglected and constantly bullied by various beauties in the Prince's mansion. This was not without reason.

His pity ended there; he finished speaking and prepared to leave.

Sharon chased after her unwillingly.

"Don't you hate them? They ruined everything. We shouldn't have suffered so much humiliation. She made us leave our homeland and end up in such a lowly state. Don't you hate her?" Jiao cried out, her voice trembling with sobs. Helpless and isolated, she watched her enemies live freely and unrestrained. Her heart was tormented as if it were being boiled in water, and she tossed and turned day and night, unable to sleep.

“I used to hate her.” Chishu stopped without turning around, his deep voice coming from the bottom of his heart. “In the end, I only blame myself for not being strong enough. If it wasn’t her, someone else would have destroyed her, and done it even more thoroughly than she did.”

“Fate is so cruel; only the strong survive. She is stronger than me, and I admire her. But you…” He paused, suppressing a sigh. “Forget everything and live well.”

If a beautiful woman only possesses physical beauty, she can only become a source of amusement for those in power, providing them with amusement at will.

Only strength can earn respect in this world; this is a truth that an overly pampered princess will probably never understand.

constrained

Even in midsummer, the nights are still scorching hot.

Fortunately, holding Jia Ye is never hot; after a while, it feels like holding a piece of cool jade.

He could tell she wasn't asleep by the faint fragrance emanating from her hair. Every time his breath brushed past her ear, she would tremble involuntarily, like a delicate white flower swaying weakly in the wind.

He deliberately breathed a little heavier, and sure enough, she shrank back, her small, cute earlobes turning slightly red. His heart fluttered for a moment, and before he knew it, he was kissing her neck.

Her skin was as smooth and flawless as fine porcelain, tempting one to savor it all the way down. Her plain white undergarment was gradually removed, revealing her slender, delicate shoulders and her beautifully contoured back. If Jia Ye hadn't held down the front of her garment, he would have surely turned it over and kissed it all over. If that had happened, he didn't know if he could have resisted.

The deep kisses and light pecks made Jia Ye tremble uncontrollably, and her slightly cool body warmed up. However, she bit her lip and refused to make a sound. He tried to lightly nibble on her back, and she suddenly trembled and arched her back even more. He couldn't help but chuckle and gently stroked her back with his fingers. Her tender, smooth back was captivating and was an ultimate challenge to his self-control.

He closed his eyes, pulled up his collar, and calmed himself for a while before daring to open them again. His temperature gradually returned to normal. Jia Ye remained motionless with her back to him, as if nothing had happened.

“Gaye”.

There was no response. He gently turned her around. Her fair face still had a blush that hadn't faded, and her long eyelashes fluttered like feather fans, but she refused to open them.

“Jia Ye?” He kissed her gently closed eyes.

"If you don't wake up, I'll..." Her fingertips slipped into the collar that her slender hand was pressing. Jia Ye immediately opened her eyes, her watery eyes filled with both anxiety and shame. She slapped away the presumptuous man.

"What a pity, it would have been so much better if you had gone to sleep." He teased with a wicked smile, deliberately showing a look of regret.

Only at times like this would Jia Ye be speechless, her sharp words turning into helplessness, completely unsure how to respond. He loved teasing her, a mixture of shy blush and innocent charm that was captivating. Holding her like this was truly a sweet torment.

He dared not look any longer, and instead pulled his head to his chest, his cheeks touching his dark hair.

"My father's birthday is in three days."

She wasn't used to leaning against him from the front, so she subconsciously used her hand to brace herself.

"Are you going or not?" He pulled her hand away, then hugged her even tighter.

"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Unable to break free, she simply gave up and helplessly let him be.

“My mother wants you to go; she wants to have a private talk with you,” he gently persuaded.

"Your father would feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly if he saw me," she stated the fact indifferently.

The stark contrast in the description made him chuckle, but after he finished laughing, he felt a pang of sadness and remained silent for a while.

"Did I make you unhappy?"

"No." He lowered his head and kissed her black hair. "It's my fault. I made you suffer."

"Not really. I don't like these prestigious sects anyway; they're too much trouble." The two were only wearing their undergarments and were standing very close together. For a moment, she didn't know where to put her hands, so he took them and placed them on her waist. She gently rested her hands on his waist, her fingertips quietly feeling the well-proportioned and strong body of the man.

"Jia Ye, how about staying in Yangzhou?" he suggested softly, resting his head on his chest. "Like this."

"Then?"

"I'll find a way, and one day I'll be able to persuade them." He said it with some difficulty, and even he felt it was far-fetched.

Jia Ye simply smiled and gently closed her eyes.

"I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."

“Jia Ye.” He grasped her shoulders, his expression serious and earnest. “I need some time.”

"So what? Are you going to say you don't want anyone but me next?" Her cool voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "You know you can't afford me."

"Actually, this is for the best. I never liked getting involved with righteous families. You have your own responsibilities to bear, don't drag me down with you..."

The hand around his waist suddenly tightened, and he felt a hint of anger rising within him.