In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 268: Hidden Intentions

He let out a long sigh toward the ceiling. "If I finish, you’ll leave?"

"Mm."

Without any choice, he sat at the bedside and began kneading Shang Qinghua’s shoulders.

Truth be told, he had no idea when Shang Qinghua ever rested.

When Yue Mingxuan went to Flying Opera Group at night to practice, Shang Qinghua would go too.

During the day, he occasionally went to see the Emperor, and when Yue Mingxuan wandered about instead of sleeping, Shang Qinghua would also appear.

He really didn’t know how many hours of sleep the man got in a day.

The motions of the massage gradually slowed.

Yue Mingxuan was simply too tired.

The moment his eyes closed, he began to sway slightly, and after a few moments, he fell completely asleep.

Shang Qinghua sat up and caught him.

These days had truly worn him out, he had fallen asleep right in the middle of massaging.

Shang Qinghua laid him on the inner side of the bed and carefully tucked the blanket around him.

He watched Yue Mingxuan’s profile for a long while.

He wanted Yue Mingxuan so much, yet Yue Mingxuan really believed he was a man without desires.

Still, there were many matters left unsettled.

Yue Mingxuan could wait until the end, after all, he would certainly be his.

Shang Qinghua left quietly as Yue Mingxuan slept soundly.

After stepping out, Mo Yi came to deliver a message.

Shang Qinghua frowned and said, "Another assassination attempt? That was fast. I thought things would stay quiet for a few days. Fine, I understand. Arrange a few more people around him, he cannot die yet. And withdraw everyone stationed near Flying Opera Group. I no longer need information from Flying Opera Group."

"Yes." Mo Yi vanished.

Shang Qinghua strolled alone through the palace after the rain.

There were few people around.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of wet grass to his nose.

He closed his eyes and walked forward a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

There was killing intent ahead. It’s heavy and unmistakable.

He opened his eyes.

"Second Prince."

Rong Zishen looked at Shang Qinghua, then suddenly turned and left.

Watching the force in his steps, Shang Qinghua quietly assessed Rong Zishen’s abilities.

He had once thought the man was nothing more than a brute with no brains, someone who relied only on raw strength.

Yet Rong Zishen had "coincidentally" run into Yue Mingxuan so many times without making a move, as if he were waiting for the right moment.

Could he be acting under Concubine Keshun’s orders?

But Concubine Keshun didn’t seem like someone particularly clever either.

There had to be someone else behind the scenes.

After taking a stroll around the palace, Shang Qinghua returned.

He closed the window and sat on the couch reading, fatigue evident between his brows.

After a while, he began to doze lightly, waiting for Mo Yi to return.

Yue Mingxuan woke after sleeping for a while.

Last night’s training had been a bit excessive and now his muscles ached unpleasantly.

He hadn’t noticed much during the day, but after soaking in the bath, the soreness had become obvious.

He pushed aside the cup, sat up straight, and began massaging his calves.

Suddenly, he remembered, hadn’t he been massaging Shang Qinghua’s shoulders earlier?

How had it turned into him falling asleep instead?

When he turned his head, he noticed he was even covered with a blanket.

"Sui He, Sui He?"

The sound of running footsteps came from far away.

"Was it you who covered me with the blanket?"

Sui He looked surprised. "No, this servant has been in the back kitchen the whole time, making peach blossom sweets for the Prince. After pouring hot water for you, I never came back."

Then who was it? Was it Shang Qinghua? Would he really be that considerate?

His head ached slightly.

He reached up to touch it and he seemed to have caught a cold.

This body of Yue Mingxuan’s, while solid in terms of martial foundation and internal strength, had one flaw: its physical constitution was too weak.

He had caught a cold just like that.

He sniffed and sneezed awkwardly.

"All right, it’s nothing. You can go now. Oh, help me call Gongsun Xing over."

"Yes."

When Gongsun Xing arrived, it was already afternoon.

Yue Mingxuan had slept through noon and was now hungry.

He grab pastries and eating them, though with a cold he could barely taste anything.

"Caught a cold? Honestly, you really went and dragged Shang Qinghua out into the rain. Aren’t you afraid the Emperor might blame you?" Gongsun Xing said while pulling a pill from his sleeve and handing it over.

Yue Mingxuan took the medicine from his palm and gave a playful smile.

"It doesn’t matter. What’s there to blame? At most he’ll say I lack propriety, the Emperor probably figured that out long ago."

Gongsun Xing mentioned that someone had been seeking treatment at his clinic recently, but since Yue Mingxuan hadn’t go to the clinic, the person had been showing up at the door every day just to look for him.

Yue Mingxuan blinked his eyes.

Indeed, he hadn’t gone there for several days.

He finished the pastries in a few bites.

"Then I’ll go now."

"I’ll go with you."

On the way, Yue Mingxuan told Gongsun Xing about what had happened during training, how he had condensed raindrops into ice needles.

After listening, Gongsun Xing fell silent for a moment, then asked him to do it again.

He needed to see it with his own eyes.

All along, Gongsun Xing had assumed that Yue Mingxuan’s internal energy was no different from that of any ordinary martial artist. But now it seemed that was not the case.

Yue Mingxuan blinked, then raised his hand.

His eyes fixed on the space between his fingers.

Gradually, the moisture in the air gathered at his fingertips, condensing bit by bit until a small bead of ice formed.

It rolled off his finger and dropped to the ground.

The noisy crowd around them noticed nothing, but after one glance, Gongsun Xing said nothing more.