Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 56

I shook my head, slowly catching my breath. Then Qin Wu turned and smiled, saying, "This poison is called Agarwood Intoxication. It was just developed by my wife, and it only works on Yin-type internal energy. Those poisoned will lose 60-70% of their internal energy within three months. If the poison is neutralized within that time, they will be fine. Otherwise, they will fall into a deep sleep, their bodies emitting a floral fragrance, personally experiencing the decay of every inch of their skin until death. Hence the name Agarwood Intoxication."

The more resentful the masked man became, glaring at him fiercely, the brighter Qin Wu's smile grew: "So, for the next two weeks, I'll trouble you to act as my young master's bodyguard. Although your mediocre martial arts skills aren't even good enough to carry my master's shoes, it's always good to have another person protecting the young master."

"Ahem..." I lowered my head to hide the amusement in my eyes, avoiding looking at Qin Wu's gloating and the resentment in the masked man's eyes. After a long while, I looked up and asked, "What's your name?"

The masked man flinched slightly, glaring at me fiercely. His murderous aura was chilling, but thankfully he only had less than half his power left. I smiled back at him, unconsciously mimicking Zi Mo's mocking tone: "I can't keep calling you 'poisoned' all the time, can I?"

"Pfft... Hahahaha..." Qin Wu burst into laughter, "Poisoned!" He slapped the masked man's shoulder hard, "This name suits me perfectly, Poisoned, hahaha..."

The masked man's rage surged, his eyes filled with murderous intent at the humiliation he felt. Unfortunately, the drug had fully taken effect, and he had lost most of his martial arts skills. He raised his hand and then lowered it with trembling hands, clearly trying hard to control his anger.

He took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes beneath the mask. When he opened them again, the anger and murderous intent that had been there had vanished, leaving only a chilling coldness. He said coldly, "My name is Han Jingyuan."

“Galan.” I looked up and saw Zimo’s solemn expression, and I was taken aback. He said, “This person must be in a high position, and the fact that he can suppress his anger under such circumstances is not simple. You should be careful.”

I glanced at the masked man whose face was obscured, whose ordinary gray clothes couldn't hide his domineering aura, and silently nodded.

Xiao Yi

2007.9.6 18:29

Chapter 38, "Déjà Vu," is now complete.

[A Little Tip from the Young Prime Minister: About Eyes]

Eye colors in the continent of Ishu are categorized as follows: blue, purple, green, brown, black, and tea gold.

Blue: The eye color of the royal family of the Golden Kingdom and the Ishu Aier God Clan.

Dark green: The eye color of the original Mujia Dynasty royal family.

Black: The eye color of most people on the continent of Ishu.

Brownish gold: The eye color of the people of Izumo Island.

Brown: Zimo's eye color.

Purple: The most mysterious eye color, possessing supernatural abilities, extremely rare, and hidden.

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Chapter 39 Such a Young Man

Chapter 39 Such a Young Man

Returning to the inn via the back staircase, Qin Wu and I were now accompanied by Han Jingyuan, a masked figure. I wondered what Yi Han would think if he were here.

Unfortunately, upon entering the room, they found it empty, with no one in sight. Qin Wu looked around before saying, "Young Master, there are no signs of a struggle in the room. The only difference from when we left is that the doors and windows are open."

I nodded, thinking to myself: I wonder if Yi Han and Mu Shuangshuang went to catch up or to have a competition. I coughed a few times, feeling a bit irritated, and said in a low voice, "Qin Wu, I'm going to rest for a bit. Wake me up if anything happens."

Qin Wu nodded and helped me lie down. Before falling asleep, I glanced at those deep, dark eyes. The face beneath the mask must be rather delicate. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity about this person.

I closed my eyes, my head felt dizzy, I guess the drug was taking effect. I fell into a deep sleep.

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Qin Wu breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the young master curl up and fall asleep. She had to protect the young master no matter what until her master returned; otherwise, how could she face her brothers in the Dark Camp, her master, and the deceased Qin Ye?

The servant turned around and met Han Jingyuan's cold and dark gaze, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey and about to bite, sending a chill down his spine. Qin Wu frowned and glared at him: "You'd better not get any ideas. Not only are you no match for me now, but if the young master dies, you'll never get the antidote."

Han Jingyuan snorted coldly, sat down at the table, and turned to look out the window. Qin Wu sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the young master's handsome face one moment, then frowning as she looked out the window the next, her heart filled with a growing sense of unease.

Suddenly, several light, almost inaudible footsteps reached his ears. Qin Wu trembled; the sound was already nearby. Besides those barefoot women, who could approach so close without him noticing? He abruptly drew his longsword, warily eyeing the door, then glanced at the sleeping young master, wanting to wake him but hesitating greatly. The young master's health was already poor; the desert had instilled a chronic illness, and the past few days of travel had left him with a cold, making him weaker day by day. Even if he were woken, he would likely be too weak to continue and might faint at any moment.

Suddenly, a very low voice came from outside the door. If Qin Wugong hadn't focused his ears, he would never have been able to hear it clearly.

"Second Senior Sister, are you sure they'll still be here?"

“I don’t know either. But the Palace Master often says that the place of life and death is ever-changing, and the most dangerous place may also be the safest place. It’s always right for us to be careful.”

"Senior Sister is right. Besides, even if we can't find anything, Senior Sister must have found something. Qin Luo is a man of great talent and cunning. He escaped from such a predicament. If we don't kill him, Feng Yin will be in danger."

As they spoke, the footsteps grew lighter and closer, their breathing becoming suppressed. A thousand thoughts raced through Qin Wu's mind. She glanced repeatedly at the sleeping boy on the bed, then suddenly steeled herself, rolled up a quilt, and slung it over her shoulder. She turned and glared fiercely at Han Jingyuan, a warning look in her eyes, before abruptly kicking open the door and shouting, "Young Master, let's break through!"

The blankets carried on his back resembled a person, and in the blink of an eye, the women in white could only see the boy darting out and carrying their target away at breakneck speed. The two girls in the lead shouted simultaneously, "Where do you think you're going?!"

Han Jingyuan watched with a cold smile as the boy ran away with the quilt on his back, his sneer growing stronger as the shouts faded into the distance.

He slowly turned his gaze to the sleeping boy on the bed, then slowly got up and sat down by the bedside. He slowly extended his slender, fair fingers, removed the mask from his face and placed it aside, then lifted the quilt that the boy was curled up in.

The young man groaned softly and coughed lightly. His skin was as smooth as snow, his eyebrows as delicate as smoke, and a blush rose on his fair, jade-like face, making his handsome features even more striking. Han Jingyuan was slightly stunned, thinking to himself: I never imagined that the world-renowned young prime minister Qin Luo would be such a frail young man, more beautiful than any woman, yet barely breathing.

But only for a moment. Han Jingyuan's eyes grew even colder, and he suddenly reached out his slender, pale hand and gripped the boy's chin. Even in his sleep, the boy frowned slightly at his touch. However, the skin beneath his touch was so smooth that it seemed to have a magnetic pull, causing him to slowly soften his grip. Yet, the chilling coldness in his eyes remained undiminished, and his soft tone sounded like a lament for the past: "The top scholar of the 23rd year of the Jiaying Imperial Examination, the youngest Grand Marshal of Jinyao Kingdom, the Grand Scholar of Jinxiang Garden, the son of the goddess Ishu'er, the renowned young prime minister. Hmph! Qin Luo, do you know how many people have walked in your shadow? Do you know that because of you I lost my beloved younger brother? Do you know that your very existence... is simply an unacceptable disruption of the balance..."

Another low cough escaped from the boy's lips, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Han Jingyuan's eyes flashed for a moment, then returned to indifference. He loosened his grip, grabbed the mask, and quickly put it on.

"Cough cough... Where is Qin Wu?" The young man didn't notice anything unusual, but simply held his head with his pale hand and asked in a hoarse voice.

Han Jingyuan didn't want to answer, but after being swept over by those eyes as clear as autumn water, he still said coldly, "Lure the pursuers away."

The young man coughed a few more times, then fell silent. Han Jingyuan coldly observed the man's calm, almost ruthless expression, noticing his subordinates risking their lives for him without any reaction. This young man was either inherently cold-blooded due to his high position, or accustomed to sacrificing others for his own gain in the struggle for power. What use was such a scoundrel?

Thinking of this, Han Jingyuan became even more determined. However, he was currently under the influence of Chenxiang Drunk, and Chu Yunyan's skills in using and detoxifying poison were renowned throughout the world. He absolutely could not risk killing him at this moment.

Han Jingyuan was lost in thought when he turned around and found the boy also staring blankly into space, sometimes frowning, sometimes coughing lightly, and an unusual blush rising on his increasingly pale face.

“…Jingyuan.” Han Jingyuan was stunned, then suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had been staring at him in a daze. His temper suddenly flared up, and just as he was about to speak, he heard footsteps outside the door again. He quickly covered the boy’s mouth and nose and held his breath himself.