Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

Si Jingli's eyes widened in confusion, "Is the hidden illness related to this?"

Chu Shitong pretended to be sad, lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes."

Si Jingli felt guilty instantly and explained helplessly.

"Don't be sad, I'm just asking, I don't mean to expose your scars."

"Your Highness would naturally not do this. Alas, I am too useless to please Your Highness."

When Si Jingli saw Chu Shitong's sad expression, he instantly felt like a bastard who always exposed other people's scars. He coaxed her in a gentle voice, "No, no, you are very capable, especially very capable!"

Chu Shitong suppressed her smile and looked up at him, looking like a flower trembling in a storm, frustrated and scattered.

"Is what His Royal Highness said true?"

The young master nodded frantically and said confidently: "Of course! In my heart, you are the best!"

Chu Shitong couldn't help it any longer, and asked with a smile on his face, "Then could you please tell me which aspect you are better at, Your Highness?"

The expression on Si Jingli's face froze, and no one knew what he was thinking for a moment. His face turned red and he suddenly looked into the quilt.

Chu Shitong also followed his gaze.

The voice was somewhat ambiguous and joking: "Your Highness's body is really..."

Before she could finish her words, Si Jingli seemed to explode and immediately covered her mouth with his hand.

Now not only her face was blushing, but even her snow-white neck was turning an abnormal pink.

He covered Chu Shitong's mouth and threatened fiercely, "Don't say it!"

Seeing Si Jingli's ashamed and angry expression, Chu Shitong really couldn't hold it in anymore. Even though he covered his mouth, he still laughed happily.

Si Jingli was embarrassed and annoyed, and was about to explode with anger.

"Chu Shitong! How dare you laugh at me! This prince will not forgive you!"

“No, no, no!” Chu Shitong thought of his aching hands and arms, and said quickly, “Your Highness, I was wrong.”

"I don't care. You started the fire yourself. You have to find a way to solve it yourself."

Chu Shitong turned around and said shamelessly, "Then I won't solve it. Your Highness will just suffer."

"No."

As Chu Shitong's attitude hardened, Si Jingli's momentum softened instantly.

He picked her up again, kissing and rubbing Chu Shitong's shoulders like a big dog, and his coquettish behavior was simply fatal.

"Chu Shitong, you are the best..."

Chu Shitong glanced out the window. The sky had become much brighter. With Si Jingli beside her, she couldn't sleep peacefully at all.

I could only accept the defeat and calm Si Jingli's anger first, and then send him away before daybreak.

......

Chu Shitong lived comfortably in the inn for many days.

It was not until the second day of August that Rushuang returned with news.

"Your Highness."

Chu Shitong was taking a nap in a chair in front of the window. It was a rainy day today. The rain in Jingzhou was not heavy, but it kept raining for several days. It was wet and humid. The raindrops fell from the eaves, dripping, and it made people sleepy just by listening to them.

"Ah."

Rushuang said, "I have been monitoring Liu Zeshan for several days, but I didn't find him taking out any account books in the mansion. But yesterday, someone came overnight to look for Liu Zeshan. The two of them went into the study to talk. I saw a secret room in the study, and the two of them got lost in it. After the man came out, I followed him all the way back and found that it was the governor in disguise."

Chu Shitong asked: "How many secret guards does Liu Zeshan have?"

"He has nearly five or six secret guards in his mansion, and on weekdays he is accompanied by at least fifteen guards with swords."

This is a difficult situation. If Chu Shitong orders Rushang to bring Liu Zeshan back by force, it will definitely alert the enemy. If the secret guards take the opportunity to complain to the governor, then his secret investigation of the matter will be in vain.

"How about this, if you have time, go and see if the secret room can be opened."

Rushuang said, "The study is always guarded by guards. It will make noise when it is opened. If you knock out the guards, it will probably attract attention."

Chu Shitong thought for a while and said, "It's simple. Just kill the two guards, take the bodies away, and send someone to disguise themselves as the two to stand guard. Observe for two days first, and then find a way to get in when the situation stabilizes. Also, keep a close eye on the governor at all times. No matter who comes out of the governor's mansion, follow them closely and make sure they are not in disguise before going back."

"Yes."

"In addition," Chu Shitong said, "It has been raining for the past few days, which is when the epidemic is more likely to break out. Go find a few beggars and storytellers and tell them a message that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sympathizes with the people of Jiangzhou and asked Shu Zhenguohou to send several million taels of silver to Jingzhou. Be sure to instruct that the money will be sent directly to the governor's mansion in Jingzhou and distributed by the governor. As long as the rain stops, the money can be immediately delivered to Jingzhou City. By then, no matter whether it is the people who are infected with the epidemic or other people who are not infected, everyone can get free silver and food, so that they can spread the news to the entire Jingzhou at the fastest speed."

"Yes."

"besides."

Chu Shitong stood up and took a portrait from the table, saying, "Take this portrait and order someone to draw 300 copies of it and keep them for future use. Also, investigate Liu Zeshan's preferences. The account book may not be in the secret room anymore, and it may have been moved away by the governor."

"Yes."

Chu Shitong gave Rushang a few more instructions, and Rushang agreed to them one by one and left in the rain.

......

Hongshan County.

Hongshan County is located near the mountains, and the rain is heavier than in Jingzhou City. Several days of heavy rain have destroyed many refugees' homes.

This caused people who had already contracted the disease to start having fevers one after another.

It rained heavily for three days, and more than fifty people were burned to death during these three days.

-

August 11th.

The news that the Marquis of Zhenguo wanted to send a million silver taels to help Si Jingli get rid of the disaster spread like wildfire.

If Si Jingli had not been informed by Chu Shitong earlier, he would have thought the news was a bit outrageous.

Because the rain had finally stopped a few days ago, the rumor spread so convincingly that even the governor couldn't help but come to ask about it.

Si Jingli was sitting in a rocking chair, bored, reading a newly bought storybook, when the Jingzhou governor, Wu Wenchang, walked into the room with a shameless face.

I looked at the huge inner room along the way. It was decorated into such an extremely luxurious look in just half a month, with glazed screens, emerald vases, white jade carvings, ivory bead curtains, and jeweled carpets. There was also an indescribable fresh floral fragrance in the air.

Wu Wenchang felt as if he had finally realized the difference between being rich and being extravagant at this moment.

Seeing Si Jingli leaning on a rocking chair from afar, his dark hair draped lazily, his legs covered with a blanket embroidered with gold and silver threads and inlaid with colorful gems, Wu Wenchang quickly spoke up and saluted.

"His Royal Highness."

Si Jingli became annoyed when he heard his voice. He didn't even raise his head, looking as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"Governor, if you have something to say, please speak up. If not, please leave."

Wu Wenchang: “…”

He smiled awkwardly and said, "There have been constant rumors in Jingzhou recently. Today, I heard about it. It is said that Lord Zhenguohou is going to allocate one million taels of silver to you for disaster relief. The rumor in the city is very real. I am afraid that it is a misunderstanding, and I am afraid that I have really neglected the people sent by Lord Zhenguohou again. That is why I came to ask the prince whether this is true or not."

Si Jingli closed the storybook and looked at him with his peach blossom eyes squinting lazily.

"Why? Do you think my grandfather can't afford this little money?"

Wu Wenchang only felt a overwhelming aura of wealth and prosperity rushing towards him.

"No, no, the prince loves the people of Jingzhou. He is truly a living bodhisattva. Lord Zhenguohou loves me so much. If this is true, I will definitely prepare early and order people to entertain the people sent by Lord Zhenguohou."

"In your words?"

Si Jingli felt annoyed every time he looked at him. If it weren't for this bastard's corruption and bribery, he wouldn't have been sitting here doing nothing. He knew where Chu Shitong was, but he had no way to find her.

This feeling is really infuriating.

Wu Wenchang forced a smile and asked, "Then... My Lord, when will the people of the Zhenguohou arrive? Please tell me a date, and I will have people prepare it. After all, they have come from afar, so we must treat them well."

"How would this prince know?" Si Jingli lowered his head and looked at the notebook again. "Why do you ask this prince about such a trivial matter? Isn't Jingzhou under your jurisdiction? If someone enters Jingzhou, can you be the last one to know?"

Wu Wenchang: “…”

That makes sense.

However, Wu Wenchang certainly could not entertain the guests himself, and he would definitely come and ask Si Jingli.

Si Jingli said sarcastically, "I don't know how you are the governor. You have to ask me about this matter. Do you think my time is worthless?"

Wu Wenchang's old teeth were almost broken, but for the sake of money, he still tried his best to hold back his smile.

"Of course that's not what I meant. Your Highness, you misunderstood."

Si Jingli raised his eyebrows and looked at him. His expression alone was enough to make people wonder how this noble man had been brought up in such pampered condition. It seemed that no matter what he said, it seemed natural.

"Why don't you just get out of here?"

Even Wu Wenchang, who is a millionaire, feels that he is no match for Si Jingli.

He couldn't spend his money directly on the table, but Si Jingli in front of him was different. He was used to luxury since he was a child and wanted everything he could use. He wouldn't even look at anything that was just a little more mediocre.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master, please take a rest. I will go back first."

Si Jingli watched him leave, then threw away the notebook and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the surface, Wu Wenchang was very respectful to him, but Si Jingli could always inexplicably see a hint of hidden murderous intent in his eyes. If he had not been surrounded by the secret guards arranged by Chu Shitong, Si Jingli really thought that Wu Wenchang would dare to do anything to him in Jingzhou.

He didn't know what Chu Shitong meant by the news that the Marquis of Zhenguo was going to send money here, but Chu Shitong asked him to admit it, so he admitted it.

Chu Shitong did not tell him what would happen specifically.

It's also this day.

Rushuang came back with new news.

"Your Highness, the secret room has been explored and personnel have been deployed. No account books were found in the secret room, but some other things were found..."

Noticing that Rushuang's tone was a little bad, Chu Shitong reached out and took the thing she handed over and took a look at it.

The moment he saw the above content, a hint of scarlet murderous intent flashed across Chu Shitong's gentle and icy brown eyes.

Anger surged up, and the blue veins on the back of his hands couldn't help but bulge out.

But she kept suppressing herself and said nothing.

But even if she was suppressing it, the strong sense of oppression that followed made Rushuang half-kneel down and said, "Your Highness, calm down."

On top of the mess of papers and letters was a rolled-up portrait.

The portrait showed a naked and tied man, with whip marks painted on his body and a layer of blush on his face using red ink. He had a leather dog collar around his neck and a lit candle next to him.

How could Chu Shitong not recognize that man's face?

He is as handsome as a demon, but is painted with a pitiful look with tears in his eyes, as if he has been tortured by lust and cannot help crying and begging for mercy.

Rushuang felt as if the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The strong sense of oppression made her feel that her lungs were about to suffocate, and she couldn't help but say, "Liu Zeshan seems to have... ideas about His Royal Highness. I remember that Liu Zeshan had met His Royal Highness once at the welcoming banquet held by the Jingzhou Governor for His Royal Highness. Based on the painting method, I determined that it was painted by Liu Zeshan himself, because there are many such paintings in the secret room. I also found some other things in a wooden box in the house, such as low-temperature candles made by Hualou with special technology, as well as thin and long whips and dog collars, and some very long needles and aphrodisiacs..."

Chu Shitong was silent for a long time, and finally suppressed his anger. He said nothing and continued to flip through the things below.

There was a pile of messy letters, some useful and some useless, but Chu Shitong did not keep any of them. He just put them on the table after learning some information.

At the bottom of the letter there was a folded portrait, which was different from the previously rolled-up scroll. This one seemed to be someone's casual drawing, and the paper used was of much poorer quality.

Chu Shitong couldn't help but sneer.

“Why is there another one?”

Rushuang said: "The last one is not a portrait of His Royal Highness...but..."

She wanted to say something but stopped herself, not even daring to look at Chu Shitong.

Chu Shitong felt strange. Who could make Rushuang stop talking in the middle of something?

Chu Shitong opened the origami and took a look at it, his face instantly turned gloomy.

My hands almost crumpled this thin piece of paper!

The murderous intent that had been suppressed with great difficulty burst out at this moment!

The sound of Chu Shitong trying desperately to stay awake and suppress his anger was so terrifying.

"Where did this painting come from? Was it also painted by Liu Zeshan?"

"It should be, but it seems that this painting is quite old. This painting was found on the back of another painting. That painting...I did not bring it with me because I was afraid of polluting your Highness's eyes."

"Just tell me! What's in the other picture?"