Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 178

Yi Han: Occasionally, not so gentle

Galan: ...said aloud.

Someone: Ah—(Looking at the expressions of the two people) I see.

What do you think about at 96 hours?

Xu Lie: Of course I miss her, what else could I miss?

Galan: Usually I can't think about anything.

Anonymous: Isn't that unusual?

Galan: I think... since he won't lose his martial arts skills, why did we wait so long to have sex?

Yi Han: I miss her.

Anonymous: You guys are really honest.

97. How many times does one night have sex?

Galan: I refuse to answer boring questions.

Xu Lie: Anyway, it's impossible to do it even once.

When you are 98 H, do you take off your clothes yourself or does the other person help you take them off?

Galan: I usually don't do it myself.

Anonymous: Just a side question, do you usually take off your clothes or tear them?

Xu Lie: Of course it's taken off. Does anyone just tear it off? How rude.

Yi Han: Except for the first time.

Anonymous: ...

99. What does H mean to you?

Xu Lie: Part of marriage.

Galan: It's hard to explain, but it's probably a unique way of communicating emotions.

Yihan: It's a habit, a habit of loving her.

100. Please say one sentence to your lover.

Xu Lie: If there's an afterlife, choose me first again. This time, I will absolutely not let go.

Yi Han: Back then, you asked me why I could so easily give up the world and live in seclusion with you.

Anonymous: Huh?

Yi Han: Because to me, power, status, and martial arts are nothing but sand in my hand; only you are the deepest bond in my heart.

Galan: In the 21st century, I have my family and my first love, but if I had to choose again, I would still give them up to be with you. Because only with you can the world truly belong to me.

Chapter 32 Prince Izumo (Part 2)

The blood was cold, it was ice-cold. I coughed heavily, as if struck in the chest by a hammer, a sharp pain of sudden realization. I jolted awake, slowly and laboriously opening my eyes.

As expected, Soku was sitting opposite me, looking down at me. His tea-gold eyes flickered, reflecting his unfathomable mind. I coughed a few more times, struggling to sit up from the ground. My face and body were covered in water, sticky and cold, making me feel quite uncomfortable.

But now I had no room for criticism. I quickly brushed the wet hair from my forehead, trying to appear calm and composed as I met his gaze. I wouldn't say I was completely familiar with Soku, but I did know him somewhat. At first glance, I only thought he was cold, ruthless, and unpredictable. But once you truly get to know him, you'll find he's actually more like a domineering and willful teenager. He can get angry and embarrassed when his sore spots are touched, blush awkwardly at genuine praise, confide in his friends, and complain about his father's authoritarianism…

"You said you're Qin Luo's junior sister?" Soku's patience finally ran out as I recalled what he'd said, and he asked coldly, "Which Qin Luo?"

Actually, I was also uneasy. I couldn't be sure if Soku considered Lin Yu a friend, and I couldn't be sure if I could accurately grasp the situation on the continent of Ishu five years from now. But under these circumstances, taking a gamble was imperative.

I composed myself and smiled, "Your Highness is joking. Apart from my senior brother Lin Yu, who else in this world would dare to call himself the young prime minister Qin Luo?"

Soku's expression changed slightly, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty. After a long pause, he asked, "What is the proof?"

I smiled, my disheveled appearance with my hair and shirt soaked did not disturb my composure at all: "There are not many people in the world who know my senior brother's courtesy name, Lin Yu. Moreover, several years ago, when my senior brother corresponded with me, he happened to mention Prince Soku."

Soku was taken aback, his thoughts drifting, a hint of longing in his voice: "Did Lin Yu really mention me to you?" He paused, then asked, "How did he describe me?" His voice was slightly tense.

I didn't find it funny, but a warm feeling welled up inside me. We had only known each other for half a month back then, and my original intention was just to use him to carry out a counter-espionage plan. I never expected that he would still consider me a friend to this day.

Thinking this, I felt increasingly guilty, even unable to look directly into his beautiful eyes. I turned my head away and said softly, "He was a proud yet fragile man. He was proud because of his innate status and self-esteem, and fragile because people feared his status but never understood his clear, water-like, and iron-like self-esteem. However, no matter what, he had a pair of eyes so beautiful that it was impossible to look directly at them, shimmering like tea gold, as bright as the sun, yet he was even brighter than the sun."

I paused, letting out a silent sigh, before turning back with a smile and saying, "That's exactly how my senior brother described you in his letter..."

My voice suddenly stopped. Soku's expression was almost unbearable to look at. The surging waves in his eyes, whether from shock or awe, made his already dazzling tea-gold eyes even more radiant than the blazing sun.

I lowered my head, forcing a bitter smile and a sigh, my voice breaking. That simple, frank light, so capable of truly scorching, ultimately filled me with shame and guilt. This man, outwardly cold but inwardly pure, genuinely considered me a friend, which is why he helped me and Feng Yin time and time again. And I, who had deceived and used him, now still intend to deceive and cheat him.

After a long silence, Soku finally composed himself, his voice turning cold again: "Even if you really are Lin Yu's junior sister, what are you planning to do, lurking in my car? And this strange attire, I can't recall any place where this custom is from?"

I focused my mind, scratched my head, put on a frustrated and helpless expression, and said dejectedly, "If I said that my master threw me on the roof of Your Highness's carriage while I was asleep, would Your Highness believe me? As for this clothing, it is... a rule of my sect, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Seeing his suspicious expression, I quickly said, "I don't know any martial arts at all. How could I land silently on the roof of a speeding carriage? If Your Highness doesn't believe me, you can have someone check my pulse."

Soku turned his gaze to the burly man beside him, who had kicked me hard in the carriage, and nodded, saying, "This man indeed has no internal strength whatsoever, and there is no sign of him having practiced martial arts in his every move."

Soku hesitated, seemingly weighing whether to trust me or figuring out what to do with me. I was uneasy. I didn't know where I was, and alone, if I wanted to reach Zidu to find Yihan, I feared I would die before even reaching the end. Therefore, I needed Soku's help.

Why did your master put you on the roof of my car?

Soku's sudden voice startled me. I looked up and stared at him blankly for a while before realizing he was asking me a question. I quickly told him the story I had made up in my mind several times: "My master, the Heavenly Mystery Elder, has spiritual powers and can understand the universe. He said that as long as I follow you, I can reach Zidu and retrieve my senior brother's belongings."

Soku seemed stunned for a moment, muttering the words "relics" repeatedly. Suddenly, he trembled and froze, unable to utter another word. After a long while, he lowered his head slightly, looking deeply into my eyes as if trying to see through my mind. His voice, however, was deliberate and hypnotic: "You finally revealed your weakness. Lin Yu is clearly not dead, yet you said you were retrieving his relics."

"What?!" I jumped up in shock, then felt a sudden dizziness. Someone yelled "How dare you!" behind me and kicked me hard in the back of the knee, my knee slamming heavily onto the cold ground. I was in so much pain that I broke out in a cold sweat, but it also brought me back to my senses.

I stared directly at Soku and asked in a deep voice, "Is my senior brother truly not dead?"

Soku suddenly crossed his arms, frowned, and glanced at me sideways: "Fengyin has never announced Lin Yu's death, and he always attends the daily court ceremonies. Do you think he's dead or alive?"

I was shaken to my core, and I could almost foresee my own deathly pale face after the color faded. I could no longer discern the deeper meaning behind Soku's thoughtful yet hesitant expression.

There was never any news of Lin Yu's death, and he always attended the daily court ceremonies. What exactly happened? Could it be that my soul entered Lin Yu's body at the moment of my death? No! How could that be? So-called time travel is a one-in-a-billion chance that happens in a spacetime rift, coupled with a compatible body, a deeply ingrained soul, and the guidance of divine and demonic power. Chi Fei once said that Yu Fei and I are the variables among variables, and the Ishu Continent has neither existed nor will allow any more variables to exist.

But what if it's all true? Yi Han… could he tell? In his deepest sorrow and despair, to suddenly see the person he deeply loves regain their breath—what overwhelming joy that would be! At first, he might notice the stark difference, but the thought of past amnesia and the lingering fear of losing a loved one would soften his heart. Even knowing it's self-deception, he wouldn't let go. Over time, like water wearing away stone, even the hardest heart will melt. Time will heal the wounds, until one day he completely forgets me and falls in love with someone else.

With a soft "plop," tears fell onto the cold floor. I couldn't stop the tears from falling, nor could I hide the pain in my heart. Leaving this world, I feel most heartbroken by his sorrow, yet I also cherish his deep affection. The pain might stem from the thought of him falling in love with someone else, but the tears are simply the sudden overflow of longing.

Suddenly, everything went dark. Before I could even look up, a pair of rough hands gripped my chin, forcing me to lift my head.

Through my teary eyes, I saw Soku's unpredictable face, and a jolt of fear shot through me. The earlier hesitation and dread seemed to vanish like a hurricane; my body ached, yet I was unusually clear-headed. What was I thinking? Regardless of whether another soul had taken over Lin Yu's body, I had to see Yi Han again. Escaping was not Qin Luo's nature. Or had even my soul become cowardly within Lin Jialan's body?