Chapter 17 (1/2)

Chapter 17: The Price for Distrust

As much of a fool Qi Chen might have been, he understood the meaning behind Jun Huang’s words. She looked at his eyes, waiting for his response. Indeed, he took the hint. After all, he still wanted her continued help. “If that is all that concerns you, Brother Feng, it’s nothing important. We are brothers. I’ll give the order to split half of my power with you so you can go about your business.”

Jun Huang was quite satisfied by this, but she couldn’t let the prince see that she desperately wanted the power in his hands. She still had to put on a show of refusal and immediately painted a look of surprise on her face. Apprehension blossomed like a flower on her features, “Brother Qi, this won’t do! Will your men even listen to me?”

This question hadn’t come out of nowhere. After all, she wouldn’t able to deploy his men as easily he would. However, she wanted the power in his hands for another reason entirely.

“Since Brother Feng calls me Brother Qi, then don’t be a stranger with me. What’s mine is yours. If they don’t listen to you, then they are disrespecting me as well.” Qi Chen clutched Jun Huang’s arm and promised with high spirits.

Jun Huang smiled with comfort after hearing this. This is precisely the effect I want, Your Highness. “I’ll be at ease with Your Highness’ words then.”

“Please recuperate at ease within the manor over the next couple of days. I’ll have to make arrangements for this.”

Jun Huang’s heart grew uneasy again when she heard Qi Chen’s delaying tactics. She was afraid that the prince would see through her intentions in the end. “We must strike while the iron’s hot regarding the crown prince. We cannot drag our heels in this. If the emperor forgives him as time goes on and releases him from imprisonment, all our efforts will have been for naught.”

Jun Huang had possibly misspoken as Qi Chen p.r.i.c.kled with the feeling that Brother Feng was even more urgent about the crown prince’s matter than himself. He looked at Jun Huang with slightly narrowed eyes as his tone began to change. “It looks like Brother Feng is more anxious about this matter than even this prince!”

Logically speaking, Qi Chen was the second prince, and so the throne was of great temptation to him. He should’ve been much more eager to take down the crown prince than Jun Huang, but why did things seem reversed at the moment?

Jun Huang could sense the sudden s.h.i.+ft in atmosphere in Qi Chen’s words as well. Am I being too hasty? “Your Highness has also said that we are brothers. Your matters are my matters. I am anxious for Your Highness! After all, the person who benefits the most in the end after taking down the crown prince won’t be I, Feng Baiyu!”

Jun Huang concealed the urgency in her heart and attempted to wear the most casual look possible when speaking with Qi Chen. It was a lot more difficult to establish trust between the two than she’d thought. Instead of pattering on with pretty words and try to win a little bit of trust from him that way, why not go about it from a different angle? If Qi Chen didn’t trust her, then she’d only be inviting a group of spies and informants by her side even when he split his power with her. They would certainly only listen to the prince; she’d never be able to control them. If she couldn’t obtain the prince’s trust, then those beside her would only trip her up and be of no help.

“Your words are quite right.” However, the suspicion flas.h.i.+ng through Qi Chen’s eyes still made Jun Huang uneasy. Since she’d decided to help Qi Chen, she would never allow Qi Chen to both use her and suspect her.

She put down the tea cup in hand and looked solemnly at the prince. “It looks like Your Highness has started to suspect me. Even if I swear to the heavens or say that time will bear witness to the veracity of my heart, Your Highness is unlikely to believe me.” She cleared her throat and looked at Qi Chen, “One trusts those they use and do not use someone they distrust. If Your Highness is starting to doubt my heart, then you might as well not use me.”

When she finished, she rose and walked to the study table, losing herself in painting out a drawing, leaving Qi Chen at the tea table feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. As he looked at Jun Huang’s coolly composed figure, he too was wondering, is this person in front of me greatly loyal to me, or harboring great treachery behind great loyalty?