Función clerical

Capítulo 58

The princess has indeed passed away, but her life was not as tragic as one might imagine.

The person guarding the cemetery was a former maid of the princess. She was a very gentle-looking woman, and when they entered, she was bending over to wipe the dust off the tombstones.

The moment she turned her head and saw Hua Jiuye, her expression changed drastically. She murmured something and rushed over to hug Hua Jiuye, crying her heart out.

Hua Jiuye simply pushed her away, walked to the tombstone, and kowtowed.

From her, Shen Zhili learned that the princess had indeed been taken by the subsequent King of Southern Xinjiang, but she hadn't suffered much abuse. The princess had simply worn herself out to death after learning of her daughter's death. She passed away peacefully, clutching a jade pendant tightly in her hand...

Shen Zhili suddenly realized: "You gave that jade pendant to the dungeon..."

The old maid's expression changed slightly, but she finally nodded.

Shen Zhili couldn't help but ask, "So, who exactly is Senior Brother's biological father...?"

The old maid seemed to have struggled for a long time, a look of reluctance flashing across her face. Just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by Hua Jiuye.

Hua Jiuye pulled Shen Zhili up: "I don't need to know. Let's go."

Shen Zhili staggered as she was pulled, but suddenly felt a pang of pity.

She still remembered what that perverted Southern Border King had said.

"Xiaoyun, what brings you here?"

"This is not the time for you, Xiaoyun, you should step back."

"I only have one son, Yun'er. He is not my son!"

That was the father's attitude towards his son. He let Hua Xiaoyun grow up in a world of sunshine, receive the love and respect of the people of Southern Xinjiang, and grow into a prince who was even as kind as a saint, the complete opposite of Hua Jiuye.

...All of this was simply because of their identity.

But how ironic it would be if they actually shared the same parents.

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At least, when Shen Zhili saw Hua Xiaoyun again, he felt a mix of emotions.

The Holy Mother Prince had just been released, with Liu Se dangling from his body—she had come to find Shen Zhili out of concern, but ended up being delivered to the Holy Mother Prince by accident.

After being confined for a few days, the Holy Mother Prince's expression darkened somewhat.

Shen Zhili hesitated before telling him everything, and the Holy Mother Prince listened silently without saying a word.

Only after Shen Zhili finished speaking did the Holy Mother Prince smile bitterly: "Actually, I had long expected this day to come. The sins my father sowed still need to be repaid by him... Although it is a cycle of revenge, as his son, I cannot forgive what you have done. If you do not kill me, then do not come to Southern Xinjiang again. Otherwise, even if I die, I will definitely kill you."

Shen Zhili nodded.

She really has no intention of coming to southern Xinjiang again.

Shen Zhili handed the bottle that Ge Chui had given her to the Holy Mother Prince, and said, "Your Highness, you may have lost some of your memories... This was given to me by the Gu King. Drinking it should help you remember everything, everything about those around you..."

The Holy Mother and Prince had already tilted their heads back and drunk it.

Shen Zhili: "How could you drink it! Aren't you afraid I might have poisoned it?!"

The Holy Mother Prince smiled bitterly: "Now that I am under your control, killing me is as easy as turning your hand, so why bother with poison..." The Holy Mother Prince's expression changed, and large beads of sweat flowed down his forehead to the corners of his narrow eyes.

Shen Zhili felt guilty: "What's wrong... This medicine really was given to me by the Gu King, it has nothing to do with me."

The Holy Mother and Prince clutched their stomachs and ran towards the latrine.

Shen Zhili picked up the bottle and sniffed it...

Are you kidding me, Master Gechui? Why is the antidote croton oil? Is this poison so weak that croton oil can just be expelled? ＝＝｜｜｜

Finally, the Holy Mother Prince collapsed on the bed, his face pale, and held Liu Se's hand, saying to Shen Zhili, "...I originally wanted to help you get rid of the Gu poison in your body...but now I don't have the strength."

Shen Zhili: "Gu poison?"

The Holy Mother Prince, weakly: "...It's...it's the love potion in your body..."

Love potion...

Love potion!

Shen Zhili had almost forgotten what this was...

Lifting up her sleeve, Shen Zhili looked at the pale pink silk threads. The color seemed to be much darker than before. Hua Jiuye had said it was because it had evolved...

Su Chenche pushed the bowl containing the pomegranate further in and asked earnestly, "Zhili, are you sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep?"

Shen Zhili suddenly looked up: "No need!"

Why are you sleeping in the middle of the day!

Su Chenche: "You looked really tired just now."

Shen Zhili shook off her dejection and put on a spirited act: "I'm not tired, I'm fine! Now get lost!"

Su Chenche: "..."

Shen Zhili suddenly shuddered.

The scene before my eyes seemed to have suddenly been tinged with a beautiful pink hue.

Countless petals fluttered in the carriage, and through the thick fog, Su Chenche's every smile and frown seemed to be engraved in his heart, so clear that even his eyelashes were distinct.

Shen Zhili heard her heartbeat quicken, and a strange flutter surged through her heart.

Su Chenche feigned grievance, his white teeth biting his pink and moist lips.

The luster on those lips... was like a cluster of alluring pomegranate seeds, exuding a delicate fragrance that made one want to take a bite.

His smooth skin was like a piece of fine white tofu, tempting people to come forward and lick it...

My mouth is so dry...

It's so hot...

I want to so much...

When Shen Zhili regained consciousness, she had already pinned Su Chenche down on the carriage.

Her hands were braced on either side of Su Chenche's body, her long hair hanging down, swaying slightly, and below...

The snow-white cushions of the carriage were laid out behind Su Chenche. His black hair was loose, and his clothes were wide open, revealing his fair chest and distinct collarbone. The strong color contrast startled Shen Zhili, but what was even more stimulating was Su Chenche's lips...

God above! What inhuman things have I done?!

Why are his lips like this?!

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! She can't lay a hand on Su Chenche!!! That bastard only likes her because he's on drugs!!!

What if I did something wrong and then I can't clear my name?!

Su Chenche blinked his innocent big eyes at her, a blush rising on his fair face, as if he were very shy.

Shyly!!

What are you being shy about?!

Two hands pressed down on Shen Zhili's waist, forcing her closer. Su Chenche said in an accusing tone, "Zhili... you forced yourself on me."

Shen Zhili: "..."

What exactly was that warm and ambiguous scent that was wafting towards me?

Shen Zhili felt like a perfectly cooked rice dumpling, constantly emitting steam...

Why do I think like this...? No, it's that damn love potion... But... ah, I can't help but gasp for breath, and my head feels dizzy again...

What to do, what to do, what to do...

Seeing that Shen Zhili did not answer, Su Chenche turned his head slightly, his thick eyelashes closed like small fans, covering his eyelids and casting a serene shadow, looking as if he was doing whatever he wanted.

His pleasant scent enveloped Shen Zhili, and then Shen Zhili heard Su Chenche's deep, magnetic voice shyly say:

"...Actually, I don't mind."

Shen Zhili's eyes were glazed over, and he chuckled, ready to unleash his beastly nature.

"brush!"

The curtain was suddenly lifted.

Someone nimbly stepped onto the carriage shaft and leaped into the carriage, their voice lazy yet menacing: "Hey, you surnamed Su, where's my snake!"

Little Su's Growth Side Story:

Regarding the minor matter of bedwetting

Every teenager has some embarrassing and difficult-to-talk-about little problems.

This is something that no matter how naturally or naturally a certain young man surnamed Su tries to criticize, he cannot avoid.

Faced with these problems, the teenager surnamed Su took the following measures...

"Ah Ying!"

The Raikage turned his head expressionlessly: "What is it?"

Su Chenche rested his chin on his hand, his innocent big eyes blinking: "Could you buy me something?"

Raikage: "No."

Kill him! Don't kill him... Kill him! Don't kill him...

Su Chenche lowered his head, drew circles on the ground with his finger, and pouted: "...I just wanted to buy a book. There should be a bookstore nearby that sells them..."

Lei Ying looked at him suspiciously: "Why don't you go yourself?"

Su Chenche said with distress, "My aunt said I'm not allowed to go out."

Raikage was even more suspicious: "When did you become so obedient..."

Su Chenche covered his head and said, "I did something wrong."

Raikage: "What is it?"

Su Chenche looked around to make sure no one was there before pulling Lei Ying into the room.

Raikage watched him warily, his hair standing on end, his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his entire body on high alert.

Su Chenche raised his clean face, but at this moment his face was full of bitterness.

...Isn't this my usual expression? Lei Ying thought.