Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

"It will take some time."

Chu Shitong said, "Your Highness, can you please be patient for a while?"

she asked cautiously.

The thing I was most worried about has now happened.

Chu Shitong had long known that Si Jingli was a clingy person. Not to mention a few days of not seeing him, even a moment of not seeing him would make him unable to help but start thinking about him.

Even when the two of them were together in Jingzhou every day, if Chu Shitong didn't talk to him for a while while dealing with letters, Si Jingli would come over and hug him to feel at ease.

Si Jingli's fear of loss has become an unchangeable pathology. As long as Chu Shitong cannot give him a sense of security, he will not be at peace.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for Chu Shitong to live such a peaceful life on his way to succession.

No matter how it is solved, Si Jingli will have to endure the injustice for now.

Since she had decided to be with Si Jingli, Chu Shitong was not afraid of these things. She was just afraid that...if Si Jingli would gradually become distracted from her because of these things, Chu Shitong would think it was a pity.

It took a lot of effort to make up my mind to take him with me all the way, because the relationship of not being able to see each other often and finally being separated is really too tragic.

Chu Shitong had always believed that distance was either a catalyst for two people to keep moving forward with meeting each other as motivation, or it was the main reason for two people to separate.

She didn't think that she and Si Jingli were the latter, because compared to Chu Shitong who could give up on her at any time, Si Jingli had never directly expressed his obsession with her.

Si Jingli told Chu Shifan about the last time he drank at Michelin.

If he truly loves someone, he would be willing to rob her, even if it means breaking her legs or locking her in a cage for the rest of her life.

Chu Shitong never thought this was a joke because she saw the seriousness in Si Jingli's eyes when he said this.

So when facing Si Jingli, Chu Shitong could only coax him again and again.

Faced with a sincere and passionate heart, she can only choose to follow its feathers rather than go against its scales.

Si Jingli's eyes were still red as he looked at Chu Shitong eagerly, like a big dog forcing a smile, with only her in his eyes.

"Then you must write to me. Otherwise, I will go crazy if I don't see you for so long."

Seeing that he finally compromised, Chu Shitong felt a little relieved and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows with guilt.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will definitely write to you. If you miss me, just write a letter and give it to Rushuang. I'll let Rushuang follow you. Otherwise, if something happens to you in the capital, I'll be even more worried."

Si Jingli buried his head in her arms and said in a sullen tone, "What could possibly happen to me?"

Chu Shitong thought of Lu Jiushang and said with a hint of meaning, "Lord Lu is not having a good time right now. He might be picking on you on purpose. The Crown Prince is simple-minded. I'm afraid he might be tricked and he won't be able to explain it."

She didn't know how to tell Si Jingli that Lu Jiushang was actually the son of Prince Rong's concubine. This seemed to be something that the only son of Prince Rong, who had been pampered since childhood, could not easily accept.

Si Jingli agreed obediently: "Well, I will be careful of Lu Jiushang."

Chu Shitong stroked his soft hair and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you know the background of Lu Jiushang's parents?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling."

"What does it feel like?"

Si Jingli raised his eyes, and his gaze suddenly changed from innocence to clarity. "My father's relationship with him is not normal. It is definitely not the uncle-nephew relationship of an old friend's son. I think maybe he is my father's illegitimate child, and he dare not bring him home to recognize him."

Chu Shitong: “…”

I originally wanted to take the trouble to point it out to him, but unexpectedly the young master had already sensed it himself.

This is also the reason why Chu Shitong fears Si Jingli the most.

You say he is confused, and most of the time he is indeed confused, but you say he is insightful, and most of the time he sees things more clearly than anyone else.

"Is this what your Highness thinks?"

Si Jingli said: "When I was a child, I felt that my father was very busy. At that time, my mother and grandmother were always with me. Sometimes I couldn't see my father for several days in a row. Later, my mother passed away, and my grandmother also passed away. My father was the only relative left, but he was still very busy.

He didn't listen to the poems I recited, nor did he read the articles I wrote. He only cared about the officials in the court and the situation.

I always thought that he treated everyone like this, because he treated those concubines the same way, but these days, he has been very concerned about Lu Jiushang.

If there hadn't been a banquet, I might not have been able to see my father for three days in the mansion, but after Lu Jiushang was injured, my father turned down all his work and stayed by his side in the courtyard."

When Si Jingli said this, there was no sad expression on his face, but his peach blossom eyes were filled with an unknown confusion, as if after many years, he finally saw the person in the fog after repeated disappointments.

It was expected, so I wasn't disappointed or sad, I just accepted it calmly.

"At that time, I was wondering whether I was my father's son. When my mother was still alive, my father was very good to me. He was willing to take me out to play and accompany me to the street to buy candied haws and rattles. But after my mother died, he had to wait until the palace banquet to have a meal with me.

Now that I see how he treats Lu Jiushang, I begin to have doubts in my heart, but I just don’t have any evidence.”

Chu Shitong asked: "What if this is true?"

"That's true." Si Jingli closed his eyes and rubbed her neck affectionately, "I already have a sister, and a grandfather. If he doesn't like me and doesn't want me to be the prince, I don't care. As long as my sister doesn't leave me, I'm not afraid that he won't want me."

Chu Shitong suddenly felt that his worries were a little ridiculous when he heard this. "Your Highness is very smart."

She didn't say it explicitly, but just a simple response was enough to let Si Jingli know whether his guess was true or not.

Si Jingli suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked at Chu Shitong very seriously, and asked, "Will my sister leave me?"

Chu Shitong said: "No accident, no."

"What do you mean by an accident?"

"For example, His Highness gets tired of waiting to meet me, or His Highness has someone else in his heart, or maybe... I'm dead."

Chu Shitong is always very calm when talking about death.

Si Jingli was a little annoyed and said, "Don't talk nonsense! I won't get tired of you, and I won't like anyone else, and you are not allowed to die."

Chu Shitong habitually began to smooth things over, "Okay, okay, what His Royal Highness said is right."

Si Jingli suddenly reached out and held Chu Shitong's face, slowly moving closer. He didn't know that what he just said had touched upon the taboo of this little ancestor, and for a moment his expression became so serious that Chu Shitong found it difficult to face him.

Those clear peach blossom eyes were filled with strange clouds and unknown emotions. The darkness that was about to be torn apart was perfectly restrained, revealing only a little bit of morbid obsession.

His fingertips gently stroked Chu Shitong's face, as if he was treating a rare treasure, and he said word by word: "Chu Shitong, if it was before, you and I had nothing, you didn't want to play with me anymore, you wanted to walk away, I wouldn't say anything, after all, love is a matter of mutual consent.

But now I am yours, you and I must be together for the rest of our lives, even if we die together. If you dare to have any other thoughts, want to escape or fall in love with someone else, I will make you regret provoking me in the first place. "

Chu Shitong noticed Si Jingli's seriousness when he said this, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a not-so-deep smile, and said: "No, as long as His Royal Highness does not change his mind, as long as I don't die, I will always be by His Royal Highness's side."

Hearing Chu Shitong mention the word "death" again, Si Jingli punched her twice in anger, "You are such a boring person! All you talk about is the word death, and your mouth is full of unlucky words!"

Chu Shitong endured the pain in his shoulder and said, "This is the reality that must be faced, Your Highness."

Because he had died completely once, and the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows seemed to still be felt in his chest, Chu Shitong began to ignore his own death.

But she was also conflicted and wanted to go on living, to live a good life, so that she could be with Si Jingli for the rest of her life.

Si Jingli was so angry that he started to pinch Chu Shitong's face. Over the years, Chu Shitong's skin had long lost the rough and poor look it had when they first met. Perhaps now that he was rich, his skin had become white and delicate, and as soft as lychee.

But no matter how he tried, Si Jingli felt that Chu Shitong was incredibly beautiful. Her eyes, as clear as glass, were like glowing gems. Whenever her eyes fell on him, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating.

Si Jingli quickly gave up pinching Chu Shitong's face, because he didn't dare to pinch Chu Shitong's face too hard, but Chu Shitong was really pinching the soft flesh on his waist.

It's still a trick, it doesn't hurt, just itchy.

After a few seconds, the little prince became so itchy that he began to beg for mercy.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, my sister is the best..."

Chu Shitong thought that he would be leaving the next day, so he kindly let him go.

Si Jingli hugged her, and his tone inexplicably began to sound helpless.

"Chu Shitong, when will you grow up?"

Chu Shitong was amused. She felt that it was Si Jingli who should grow up.

"Your Highness, you are joking. I have grown up."

Si Jingli said: "This is not the growing up I'm talking about."

Chu Shitong suddenly lowered his head to look at his chest, and asked in silence, "What does your Highness mean by this?"

Si Jingli seemed to have just realized what he had said, his face suddenly turned red, and he began to explain in a panic.

"I, I, I don't mean that. I don't mean that. Sister doesn't need to grow up... If, if you can grow up a little, it would be nice. No, no, no, no, I mean... I want you to understand the meaning of love, that's what I mean..."

Chu Shitong couldn't bear to listen to any more and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Your Highness, please say less."

Si Jingli also gave up explaining, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made.

His face was hot. In comparison, Chu Shitong's hands were like cool jade. With this comparison, Si Jingli felt even more embarrassed.

He hugged Chu Shitong, too embarrassed to raise his head, and he didn't know what shameful words he had said in the heat of the moment.

Fortunately, Chu Shitong didn't care. Maybe he didn't hear it at all, and he was stuttering, so it was hard to hear clearly.

The room was quiet for a moment.

The young master sighed silently and muttered to himself in a very low voice.

"Chu Shitong, it would be great if you could love me."

Chu Shitong heard it and didn't understand why Si Jingli said that. Perhaps she did not give Si Jingli the sense of security he wanted.

She replied softly, "I already love your highness very much."

Si Jingli just rubbed against her in her arms, reluctant to leave the embrace, and said nothing else.

The snow outside shows no sign of stopping.

The red plum blossoms on the branches are about to be broken by the snow.

......

It was not until late at night that Si Jingli left.

In order not to disturb Chu Shitong's rest at night, Si Jingli went back before setting off tomorrow.

Bishui brought this month's account books from various places to Chu Shitong for review.

Chu Shitong was watching with great interest. After all, who wouldn’t be interested if they couldn’t see money flowing into their pockets?

Bishui walked in and said, "Your Highness, Eunuch Wang is here."

Chu Shitong immediately closed the account book in his hand and said, "Let him in."

Wang Zexu came at this time in the middle of the night. I think he has something to say. After all, it was really wrong that Chu Shiyu suddenly asked her to go to Huizhou this time.

Wang Zexu closed his umbrella at the door, shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and then walked into the house still feeling cold.

He was still polite and bowed to Chu Shitong as soon as he entered the door.

"Your Highness Prince Qi."

"Eunuch Wang, please get up." Chu Shitong said, "Bishui, go and make a pot of hot tea."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The hot tea was served quickly, and Wang Zexu picked up the hot cup, finally feeling a little warmer.

Bishui also sent up some steamed ripe pear cakes, which were sweet, soft, and still warm. Chu Shitong picked up a piece and ate it, and asked, "Father-in-law, did you come here in the middle of the night to say something?"

Wang Zexu smiled and said, "You came to disturb me so late at night, you must have something to say."

The two of them got along very well, as if they were old friends.

Wang Zexu asked, "Your Highness, are you going to Huizhou with His Royal Highness Prince Duan tomorrow?"

Chu Shitong nodded, "Yes."

Wang Zexu lowered his eyes and smiled, but seemed to be hesitating about how to start talking about the main reason for his visit.

Chu Shitong was not in a hurry either. After eating two pieces of cooked pear cake, Wang Zexu finally spoke. He asked carefully.

"Your Highness, have you ever thought about why His Majesty sent you to Huizhou?"

Chu Shitong said: "How can I guess what my father is thinking?"

Wang Zexu's expression showed a hint of worry, and he said, "In fact, His Majesty went to Luhua Palace yesterday."

Chu Shitong slowly raised his eyes, his expression gradually becoming cold.

Wang Zexu continued, "What happened in Luhua Palace yesterday was very strange... Concubine Yun was having dinner with His Majesty, but for some reason, she suddenly began to tremble all over. His Majesty and I thought she was sick, so we summoned the imperial physician. But while we were waiting for the physician to come, Concubine Yun became more and more strange. She seemed to have some kind of insanity, crying and screaming in the palace, and she knelt down and kowtowed to the maid beside her, which scared the maid."

This symptom is definitely due to the addiction to hemp leaf tobacco.

These days, Yun Xiangrong's consumption of hemp leaf tobacco has gradually increased.

Chu Shitong never showed up, and the hemp leaf tobacco was given directly to Han Xinyue.

Han Xinyue sent someone to deliver a letter some time ago, saying that Yun Xiangrong's mental state had begun to deteriorate and that her consumption of hemp leaf tobacco had gradually increased.

Yun Xiangrong had no idea why she became ill. She only knew that if she didn't inhale the smoke from the incense burner for a day, she would feel uncomfortable as if ants were crawling in her blood vessels. Han Xinyue had even seen her eating the incense ashes from the burner when she was addicted.

Yun Xiangrong also knew that there was something wrong with her, but she had done too many bad things, and her doctors had been bribed by Chu Shitong, so the cause of her illness could not be found.