311 Execute The Chancellors Son (1/2)

The Chancellor's son proceeded on his merry stroll to the Crown Prince's private study. It was already deep into the night and a bright moon dangled upon the skies.

He let out a quiet yawn and stretched. He didn't care too much about the proper etiquette, especially when the only people who dared to judge him were buried in their wives' arms.

”Your Highness, you sure love to bully your subordinates, don't you?” the Chancellor's son said whilst pushing the doors open to the Crown Prince's private study.

He was so acquainted with the man that he didn't bother knocking first. Besides, who else would be visiting the Second Prince so late at night?

Lu Tianbi didn't even lift her head to greet her cousin. She was burdened with a stack of Yu Zhen's workload.

Hu Dengxiao, on the other hand, was snoring away with a brush in hand. He had drawn fake eyes onto his eyelids as if anyone was stupid enough to fall for that trick.

”As predicted,” the Chancellor's son said.

As punishment for their failure to act accordingly by sending out the Silent River Squadron and proper seekers, they were being punished with mountain high of paperwork. Lu Tianbi was initially worried about taking this duty. Shouldn't she be standing on patrol near Li Xueyue's room?

But darn that possessive Prince. He didn't allow anyone inside of her bedroom in fear that they'd disrupt her rest. He only gave permission to allow some guards to be stationed there.

”What do you want?” Yu Zhen coldly asked. He continued working on his document, but this time, he didn't have to do much except stamping it.

”Bringing you more work, Your Highness,” the Chancellor's son mused. ”It's so late in the night and you're making all of us suffer. All for what, Your Highness?”

”That's a good idea,” Yu Zhen declared. He raised his head with a scathing glower. ”Wu Xiang, take a seat.”

Wu Xiang's lips twitched in disappointment. He didn't mean to dig himself a grave.

”Y-Your Highness, you must be jesting,” he teased.

”That stack of documents is yours to finish,” Yu Zhen instructed. He shifted his attention back to the document in front of him. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure upon seeing how stupid this particular one was. Without warning, he crushed it up and tossed it aside.

”It's time to dispose of the senile Minister Gu,” he spat out.

”You seemed upset, Your Highness. More than usual, of course,” Wu Xiang murmured. He wanted to argue with the Crown Prince, but saw it was to no avail. When the Crown Prince's temper reached its peak, nothing could change his mind.

Wu Xiang began to settle into the room. He approached the Crown Prince, but paused beside one of the rectangular tables on the side. In silence, he shoved the table, startling the Advisor.

Hu Dengxiao shot up from the table and the document he had drooled on. He tiredly wiped his mouth and continued working, as if he hadn't just made a spectacle out of himself.

Wu Xiang snickered in amusement. The Advisor didn't even realize what had happened. He watched as Hu Dengxiao's head began to droop a bit before he startled himself and continued working.

”Oh, Wu Xiang,” Hu Dengxiao murmured upon noticing the Chancellor's son. He was surprised to see Wu Xiang's decent-sized stature was able to tower over the table.

”You're here,” Hu Dengxiao added on whilst dipping his brush in dried-up ink. ”What for?”

”To behave as a messenger apparently,” Wu Xiang replied as a great idea came to mind.

”A messenger?” Hu Dengxiao asked.

His eyes wandered to Lu Tianbi and his mind recalled the argument they had yesterday. They were bickering about who would become the messenger who would be killed on the spot.

”Yes, one of the guards from a supposedly unoccupied part of the palace told me something very interesting,” Wu Xiang responded. He rested his hands behind his shoulders and took an airy step towards his dear friend.

Yu Zhen didn't show any interest in hearing his childhood friend out. He continued working but with ears perked.

”Your Highness,” Wu Xiang sang. ”I should've known you weren't celibate for all of these years. I mean, with so many beautiful women throwing themselves at your path, how could you not entertain a single one of them, Your Highness?”

Hu Dengxiao tilted his head in confusion. He scratched his head and wondered what the Chancellor's son was babbling about. Just then, something clicked and his eyes widened.

But it was too late, Yu Zhen was the first to realize it.

”Where was the guard from?” Yu Zhen demanded in a low, threatening voice.

Wu Xiang raised a brow. Oh ho. So quick to respond. It was different from his usual behavior.

Wu Xiang had grown up by the Crown Prince's side. He was familiar with Yu Zhen's aloof silence. But who would've thought the Crown Prince was so quick to react to this piece of information?

He revealed a deep, wicked smile. ”So my predictions were correct?” He let out a small 'tsk.'

”Of course, Your Highness, you can take as many concubines as you please. But you're marrying Wuyi's Princess very soon. You should keep that concubine of yours hidden—” Wu Xiang's body swerved to the left when a blade was tossed towards his neck.

The knife grazed him and nearly stabbed one of his servants right through the eyes. The servants behind him jumped back in fear, their lives flashing before their eyes.

”Violent as always,” Wu Xiang breathed out. He tucked a strand of hair back into place and chuckled. Had he hit a nerve?

Seeing the Crown Prince's vicious expression, he quickly added on, ”I was joking, Your Highness.”