I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

"My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

"Someone, come! Hurry up and prepare some hot water for the prince."

As soon as Jiang Chu returned, the old housekeeper became nervous when he saw him soaking wet.

The entire palace was filled with people howling at that shout.

Jiang Chu waved his hand: "No need, call Si Ling..."

As soon as Jiang Chu finished speaking, Si Ling strode over.

He put the cloak in his hand on from head to toe.

"Take me to the hot spring in the backyard of the palace." Then he turned around and looked at the butler behind him.

This is the person his mother left for him and he is trustworthy.

“No one is allowed to go there.”

Although the butler didn't understand, he still obeyed and gave a few instructions.

The hot spring in the backyard of the palace was already filled with clean underwear and some royal supplies.

After leaving everyone's sight, Si Ling picked up Jiang Chu and ran towards the back hall.

I opened the door, and there was no one around.

Si Ling closed the door with his backhand.

Jiang Chu, who was covered in cold air, was stripped clean and gently placed into the hot spring.

The steaming hot spring water broke the biting cold.

Jiang Chu's face flushed red again.

Jiang Chu leaned on the hot spring jade wall and waved to Si Ling: "Take it off and get down."

Si Ling didn't hesitate at all, stripped himself clean and gently entered the hot spring.

The moment Si Ling approached, Jiang Chu grabbed his arm and pressed him against the jade disk.

Sucking the thin and plump lips madly and quickly.

Si Ling moved slightly, grabbed her waist which could be pinched with one hand, and kissed her back madly.

What followed was a chaotic scene that was out of control.

After a long time.

Si Ling leaned on the jade disc, and Jiang Chu sat on his thighs, with red marks on his front and back from the excessive movements.

It makes Jiang Chu seem too delicate.

Jiang Chu's face rested on Si Ling's strong chest muscles, but his eyes were cold.

"Your Highness is unhappy." After a short rest, Si Ling affirmed.

"Yeah." Jiang Chu did not hide his unhappiness, but he hid the fact that he almost died.

"Why are you soaked?" Si Ling held the person in his arms, trying to keep out even the slightest bit of cold air.

"Boring people, boring things." Jiang Chu put his face against his chest, and his brain began to review the situation rapidly.

"Your Highness, there is no need to go through so much trouble. As long as you give the order, they will all die under my sword, even your father." Si Ling's words successfully made Jiang Chu's originally cold eyes flash with warmth.

Jiang Chu raised his head and reached out to pinch the beautiful woman's face which was flushed due to the incident.

"You sound like a tyrant."

Si Ling lowered his eyes and moved his gaze down to Jiang Chu's red lips.

He leaned forward gently and they separated in an instant like a dragonfly touching the water.

The answer is self-evident.

Jiang Chu's eyes dodged. Si Ling was not sentimental, nor was he good at making people happy. He couldn't even say sweet words.

But Jiang Chu understood what he meant just now.

Even if he told Si Ling to die now, he would draw his sword and commit suicide without hesitation.

How did such a passionate and crazy love come about?

Because of his face? Because of the Ninth Prince's wealth and glory? Or because of the sense of accomplishment of being the prince?

Jiang Chu denied them one by one, and then looked at Si Ling, and surprisingly couldn't understand him.

Why on earth did he walk towards me so resolutely?

Jiang Chu's first reaction to such deep and heavy love was not surprise.

But heavy.

It was so stressful that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't bear to throw it away.

"Si Ling, I have never been the type to raise a butcher's knife."

"I like to use it as a butcher's knife for the evildoers, and chop them against themselves."

Jiang Chu looked at those eyes that were filled with unabashed love for him, and his heart softened for a moment.

"If I ask you to kill someone directly, how will you have the face to see my mother and my brother a hundred years later?"

Si Ling looked at the man who had rarely put down his disguise.

He lifted the man up gently and used his strong thighs to give him a stable position.

Si Ling held him in his arms and put his lips close to his ear.

Murmuring softly: "Your Highness, let's do it again."

Jiang Chu stepped back and Si Ling supported his lower back.

Jiang Chu placed his slender fingers on Si Ling's chest muscles: "You——"

Si Ling's eyes showed longing: "I don't know when the next time will be, Your Highness..."

As he spoke, Si Ling leaned over and kissed Jiang Chu's already pink Adam's apple.

"Well - you -"

Si Ling knew too well how to make Jiang Chu fall.

Jiang Chu surrendered not long after.

Jiang Chu was very tired in the hot spring late at night.

Si Ling dried his hair immediately.

He was wrapped tightly and carried horizontally into the bedroom. The housekeeper and the nanny looked at Jiang Chu and Si Ling suspiciously.

I always feel like something is weird.

However, Nanny entered the palace at a young age, and even when she was old enough to leave the palace, she did not leave to marry, and always stayed with the queen.

After the queen passed away, she stayed by Jiang Chu's side.

Not to mention the steward in Jiang Chu Palace.

He entered the palace at a young age and became a eunuch.

I have seen a lot of dirty things, but...

He watched the Ninth Prince grow up, and there is no way he could sleep so peacefully in the arms of someone he didn't trust.

There is something very strange between Si Ling and the prince.

The person was placed in the bedroom. There were many people here, so Si Ling didn't dare to go to the bed and hug Jiang Chu.

He only dared to lean under Jiang Chu's bed, holding a sword and keeping watch for him.

-

Jiang Chu slept soundly.

The other palaces were not safe.

In the inner hall of the eldest prince, Jiang Yuren asked everyone to leave.

A tall figure wearing a mask appeared from behind the screen.

"Even though we made such a big fuss, my father still didn't let me enter the Eastern Palace." Jiang Yu's face was gloomy.

In his hand was a cute light blue and light yellow parrot, eating corn.

The eldest prince rubbed the little head carefully.

The masked man gently took off the mask and sat opposite Jiang Yu.

It was the third prince Jiang Cheng who ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

"I went out to inquire and accidentally learned that Jiang Chu was intercepted by a fast horse on his way to Suizhou."

As Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Jiang Yu paused: "Oh? Who?"

"Zhao Jinzhou, the shopkeeper of Jiufeng Tower." Jiang Cheng poured a cup of tea for Jiang Yu.

He poured himself another cup and said, "I sent someone to check on Zhao Jinzhou. He is the great-grandson of the Zhao family in Muzhou. Their family has been wealthy merchants for generations."

Jiang Cheng continued, "After Zhao Jinzhou stopped Jiang Chu, he secretly spied on him in the carriage for an hour."

"What Jiang Chu did in Suizhou may seem absurd, but if you think about it carefully, don't you think it's strange? Is it really such a coincidence?"

Jiang Yu doesn't understand how to do business, but he also doesn't believe that Jiang Chu is really a waste.

"The late queen's reputation is still remembered by the people even now. The late crown prince built canals, emphasized agriculture and industry, reduced taxes, unified the currency throughout the country, and even abolished slavery. It was he who proposed to my father that he build a canal, emphasize agriculture and industry, reduce taxes, and abolish slavery."

"So, is Jiang Chu really a waste? Or has he been pretending all along? The answer is self-evident."

"This is also the real reason why my father has never appointed a crown prince." Jiang Cheng revealed the truth in one sentence.

Jiang Yu's eyes showed resentment: "But this Jiang Chu is really hard to kill. He escaped from falling into the water tonight again."

The hands were gradually tightening.

"Chi chi chi chi——"

The beautiful bird struggled in fear in his hands.

It was Jiang Cheng who reached out, held Jiang Yu's hand, and rescued the bird from him.

The bird flew out of his hand in terror and into the night sky.

But Jiang Cheng did not let go of Jiang Yu.

His eyes were deep, and he stroked her gently: "Brother, I have a plan that may be able to shake father's heart."