Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 69

"Who?!" Before I could even utter a sigh, Yi Han's sharp shout rang in my ears. Immediately afterward, a dark shadow flashed before my eyes, and an icy hand, chilling to the bone, reached for my neck. However, before it could even touch me, the figure trembled violently and blurted out, "Young Master!"

I met those dark eyes with a wry smile; their icy clarity held a hint of panic and fear. Suddenly, my nose itched, and I quickly turned my head away and sneezed.

With a rustling sound, I saw Yi Hanhan, his face cold, quickly take off his clothes and put them on me: "Young master, you are not well, why are you dressed so thinly?"

"Yihan." I grabbed his hand and stared at him intently. "What did Mu Shuangshuang mean? Who exactly is your master?"

Yi Han's body stiffened slightly, and he said calmly, "Young Master, you don't need to concern yourself with these matters. It's cold outside, so please go inside."

I stubbornly said, "But I want to know. I want to know everything Mu Shuangshuang said."

"Young Master." Yi Han's hands tightened slightly on my shoulders, his dark eyes unfathomable. "You'd better forget everything you heard tonight, not even a single thing. Do you understand?"

I pursed my lips, my teeth unconsciously clenching until my gums ached. I smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. Yihan, you don't need to see me off, go and rest too."

After saying that, I turned and left. My head was a little dizzy, so I straightened my back and made sure my steps were steady.

Xiao Yi

2007.10.1 21:40

Chapter 47: The Envoy Returns (End)

I got home a little after 1 PM and went straight to a wedding reception, so I'm only just getting back now... I'm exhausted. I'm not saying anything more, I've read all the comments, thank you everyone for your support, bowing deeply. Especially thank you for Cola Bubble's long review, hugs! Also, Xiaoranmeng's updates have started again, I hope everyone continues to support her. Thank you.

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Chapter 48 Sentimental or Heartless

Chapter 48 Sentimental or Heartless

In the dead of night, the Ningxiang Hall of the Golden Radiance Palace was filled with a fragrant aroma, yet also faintly tinged with an air of debauchery. After their passion subsided, Yang Yi climbed off the exhausted, sleeping, snow-white body, panting as he looked at the beautiful and alluring woman before him, but another stunningly beautiful face surfaced in his mind.

He stood up, and someone came forward to wipe his body and help him take a bath, while the woman who was limp on the bed was wrapped in a brocade quilt and sent back to where she came from.

After bathing, Yang Yi didn't want to sleep. He picked up the gift list presented by Fan Zhong, the envoy of Huo Ling, and carefully reviewed it again. If Huo Ling hadn't been impolite and suffered a crushing defeat, this gift list wouldn't have carried such weight. The Xiangxi military camp wasn't without his spies, so even if he wasn't entirely aware of every plan Lin Yu had used, he knew the general outline.

How could such a slender and frail young man, even more delicate than a woman, possess such extraordinary talent? His face was like the morning glow, his skin as smooth as snow, his body weak, yet his entire being exuded an indomitable spirit. If he were a woman, how beautiful would she be?

“Your Majesty,” Xiao Guizi said as she tiptoed in, “Li Shangyi, who was just serving the princess, said that the princess has been refusing to eat.”

Yang Yi frowned: "Jia Ning has always been gentle and obedient, why is she resisting so fiercely this time?"

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Guizi's eyes, and he lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, before the princess defied the imperial decree, she had a private conversation with the Prime Minister."

Yang Yi was stunned, his expression shifting from astonishment to understanding to anger. He threw down the gift list with a bang, his voice icy: "Good! Good for Lin Yu! He even has a way to control my own sister. He does care about that guard, though."

Xiao Guizi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

Yang Yi glanced at him and said, "Just say what you have to say."

Xiao Guizi stepped forward, tidying up the messy desk, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Feng Yihan is just a mere martial artist with neither power nor strategy. It is truly a disservice for the princess to marry him. If Your Majesty really does not want to see him by the Prime Minister's side, you can simply accuse him of a crime or have this servant find someone to assassinate him. Why trouble Your Majesty so much?"

Yang Yi chuckled, his tone tinged with disdain: "Little Gui, do you really think Feng Yihan is just an ordinary martial artist? In the twenty-fourth year of Jiaying (the 763rd year of Wanli), when I was trapped in Chixia Valley, everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Yu's plan, so they didn't notice him. But I personally witnessed him single-handedly guarding the entrance to Chixia Valley, forcing Qian Qian's 300,000-strong army to not cross the line. His method of killing was extremely clean and swift, a single sword strike killing, and the sword was drawn with lightning speed, without a drop of blood. At that time, many people saw..." Seeing him clad in blue robes, with strands of silver hair framing his forehead, and the Azure Frost Sword dancing like a dark green firefly atop the mountain-like corpse, one realized this man was a peerless master surpassing even the three Grandmasters. At that time, who would dare say a mere martial artist was insignificant? It wasn't that I hadn't considered recruiting him, but he wasn't originally a citizen of Jinyao, and apart from Lin Yu, he didn't respect anyone. Back then, to recruit Lin Yu, I promised him that in Jinyao he wouldn't need to follow the etiquette of a subject to a ruler, only pledging allegiance to Lin Yu. And with his martial arts skills, how easy is it to assassinate him? Moreover…”

Yang Yi's face turned cold, and he said coldly, "I have been investigating the hidden forces under Lin Yu's control for three years and still haven't been able to figure them out. Although there are many capable people around Lin Yu, if we are talking about who can command these forces besides himself, then it is none other than Feng Yihan. Xiao Guizi, do you think I don't want to get rid of him? But if I just arbitrarily pin a crime on such a person, how could Lin Yu let it go? It will only force him to rebel sooner."

Xiao Guizi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "This servant has learned his lesson."

Yang Yi sighed, picked up the gift list again, and glanced at it, noticing the words: "One hundred rare books, one hundred exquisite antiques." A thought struck him, remembering that the man had no particular hobbies, but he had a particular fondness for collecting rare books and ancient jade artifacts. Yang Yi pointed to the two gift lists and said, "Prepare them for me tomorrow."

Although Xiao Guizi was puzzled, she still answered yes, and then stared wide-eyed at Yang Yi's gentle smile.

The weather was fine and sunny today. Although there was a slight chill in the air, the sunlight felt refreshing. Qin Wu stretched lazily at the side entrance of Chiyu Tower. His master had gone to the secret camp branch in Luonan to give instructions, so he had no choice but to disguise himself as an ordinary guard and follow the young master to protect him. However, since the young master was taking a nap, he couldn't help but slack off for a bit.

Just as she was thinking that her master would be back soon, she suddenly saw an ordinary-looking carriage stop in front of the side gate of Chiyu Tower. Although the carriage was ordinary, Qin Wu could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary. The horses were magnificent, the axles were gleaming, the driver had delicate features but a fierce aura, and even the curtains were woven with gold thread.

Qin Wu was pondering who the newcomer was when the servant turned around, lifted the curtain, and respectfully helped a man in a black mink cloak out of the carriage. With a square face, thick eyebrows, and a prominent nose, he exuded an air of nobility. Qin Wu shuddered; she had already guessed who he was. Just as she was about to turn and run back, she heard the servant call out, "Don't disturb your master."

Qin Wu paused, her heart pounding with anxiety, only to see the two men already standing before her. Yang Yi asked, "Where is your master?"

Qin Wu's heart clenched, but she feigned indifference and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the master is resting at the Zhuyu Pavilion. I'm afraid..."

Yang Yi smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, I'll go take a look. I won't wake him. You shouldn't disturb anyone either."

Qin Wu's surprise and doubt deepened, but he dared not show it on his face. He could only bow and say, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Yang Yi led Xiao Guizi through the long, covered corridor. As they approached Zhuyu Pavilion, his pace on the bluestone steps noticeably slowed. Yang Yi took off his sable cloak and handed it to Xiao Guizi, lowering his voice to say, "Don't let anyone in."

Xiao Guizi smiled, a hint of ambiguity in her expression, and nodded.

Yang Yi pushed and closed the door very gently, his expression also light and gentle, but when his gaze fell on the person sleeping soundly on the short couch, his eyes suddenly became deep and dark.

The room was a warm, cozy space, completely untouched by the winter heat. The young man lying on the short couch wore only a moon-white undergarment, the collar slightly open due to his side-lying position, revealing his delicate, fair collarbone. His face was half-reclined against a light pink pillowcase, a faint blush rising on one side of his pale cheek. His delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his rosy lips were slightly upturned as he exhaled even breaths. His already petite frame, curled up on the small couch, made him appear even more exquisite and pitiful.

Yang Yi's breathing quickened. He forced himself to hold his breath and walked step by step to the young man. Up close, the face was breathtakingly beautiful, making his heart flutter. Why wasn't such a person a woman? Yang Yi thought, slowly extending trembling fingers to caress the young man's face. If such a person were a woman, he would surely love and cherish her, giving her everything she desired, surpassing any concubine in the palace. But if such a person were a woman, how astonishingly extraordinary would she be?

Just as his fingertips were about to touch his face, and he could already feel the delicate touch, the boy lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. His light blue eyes, filled with a hint of fear and confusion, stared at him, then slowly calmed down and became indifferent.

He struggled to get up from the short couch, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty. Your Majesty was unaware of your arrival..."

"No need." Yang Yi smiled and pressed his shoulder, letting him lie back on the bed. "I saw that Lin Yu was sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. Lin Yu, you still look a little pale. I was just about to check if you had a fever. Are you feeling much better now?"

The young man, looking flattered, said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am much better now."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "That's good. I can't do without you, my right-hand man, for even a moment!"

The boy sat up, and Yang Yi immediately knew he was about to summon people, so he quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't bother summoning people. I just came to see you and bring you some toys."