Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 524 - Difficult to be a Hostage (19)

Chapter 524: Chapter 524 Difficult to be a Hostage (19)

Chapter 524: Chapter 524 Difficult to be a Hostage (19)

The sky was still early, and the carriage leisurely made its way out of Chu Cheng.

As a hostage, Chuzheng could not leave the city at will. He was stopped at the city gate, but no one came over to inspect, and soon the carriage started again.

Chuzheng leaned against the carriage wall, his peripheral vision catching the Third Prince behind him eating candied haws.

The candied haws were half-eaten, and the Third Prince’s cheeks bulged rhythmically as he nibbled seriously—a sight inexplicably cute.

Ink-black hair cascaded like a waterfall over his shoulders, snaking towards the front and spreading over his moon-white robe—the contrast of black and white.

He must have been sitting uncomfortably as he kicked off his shoes and curled up on the soft couch.

The lapels of his robe spread open slightly, revealing his collarbones, partly concealed beneath the layers of fabric.

“Thirteenth Prince, do you want some?” Lian Qiong raised an eyebrow and asked him.

“No thanks.”

“Try it, it’s not bad,” Lian Qiong offered, passing the candied haws.

“I don’t want it.” Chuzheng’s face was indifferent.

Who would want this kiddie snack!

Not eating!

“Do you disdain something that I’ve eaten?” Lian Qiong blinked, “Is this the way you like me?”

Chuzheng: “??”

How did those two things get connected?

And when did I say I liked you?

I just said I took a fancy to you, that’s all.

Taking a fancy to and liking someone are two different things.

If it weren’t for your Good Person Card amulet, you’d have no idea how many times I would have squashed you by now.

After mentally ranting, Chuzheng kept a straight face and refused, “I don’t eat childish things.” Childish!

Childish… things?

Lian Qiong, probably struck by the phrase ‘childish things,’ didn’t invite Chuzheng any further and silently finished off the rest of the candied haws himself.

Lian Qiong felt uncomfortable sitting and stretched out his legs. The carriage was so narrow that, unfortunately, he bumped into Chuzheng.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

Lian Qiong asked with a smile.

Chuzheng glanced at him, “I do mind, I’m uncomfortable with you sitting like that.”

Lian Qiong: “…”

If he liked me, he should be saying he didn’t mind at this moment. If he were bolder, he could even take advantage of me. If he were shier, at least he would be bashful, right?

This person definitely does not like me!!

Lian Qiong retracted his legs, bending them slightly. He leaned against the cushion and lifted the curtain to look outside.

“Thirteenth Prince, don’t you ever miss your homeland?”

“No, I don’t.”

Lian Qiong exclaimed, “What about Thirteenth Prince’s family?”

“They’re dead.”

Lian Qiong’s long lashes fluttered, then lifted in surprise toward Chuzheng, before falling again to mask the emotion in his eyes: “The Emperor of Wei Country is still alive and well. How can Thirteenth Prince say such a thing?”

“What exactly do you want to ask?” Chuzheng was impatient.

Lian Qiong shrugged, “Just bored, making idle chat. Don’t you like to talk, Thirteenth Prince?”

Chuzheng crossed his arms over his chest, sitting somewhat heroically and said gruffly, “If you’re not talking, then shut up.”

So much talking, this doesn’t look like he’s turned evil at all.

More like a rambunctious child with not enough homework.

Lian Qiong: “…”

Whoosh—

The carriage suddenly jolted.

Lian Qiong swayed and fell over.

Chuzheng instinctively dodged to the side.

It was only afterward that he remembered this is his Good Person Card.

Good Person Card.

Good Person Card.

I must take good care of my Good Person Card!

Having brainwashed himself, Chuzheng reached out to help him.

Lian Qiong seemed not to notice Chuzheng’s previous evasive action, took Chuzheng’s hand to stand up, and before he could steady himself, the carriage jolted again.

“Your Highness, the road here is rough, but it gets better ahead,” said Chen Fei’s voice coming through.

At that moment, Lian Qiong had thrown his entire body onto Chuzheng.

“Hiss…”

There was no scene of ambiguity; Lian Qiong gasped in pain, his arm colliding with something to the side.

One hand useless, Lian Qiong subconsciously grasped at the person—by his side.

“Thirteenth Prince, would you mind helping me up?” Lian Qiong, pressed against Chuzheng, breathed the words out, his warm breath brushing against her neck, tickling her faintly.

But Lian Qiong felt something amiss… as if something wasn’t quite right.

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Before Lian Qiong could figure it out, Chuzheng was already helping him to sit down.

The two sat side by side.

The carriage no longer jostled and moved forward smoothly.

Just as Chen Fei was about to speak to the people inside, he heard a voice drift out.

“Ah…”

“Are you injured?”

“No.”

“If you’re not injured, why the cry?”

“…Thirteenth Prince, even if one isn’t injured, it can still hurt.”

“You can’t handle that much pain?”

Chen Fei: “…”

Chen Fei really wanted to lift the curtain to look, but he didn’t dare.

–

The carriage eventually stopped at the foot of a mountain in the outskirts.

Chuzheng got out and realized the carriage carrying Miss Cui was nowhere to be seen.

“Thirteenth Prince, who are you looking for?” Lian Qiong hopped off after her, inexplicably producing a folding fan from somewhere and coquettishly flicking it open.

“Miss Cui.” Is this weather suitable for a fan?

“Thirteenth Prince, do you wish for her to appear so badly?” Lian Qiong leaned against the carriage, exuding a lazy air as he smirked, “That might disappoint the Thirteenth Prince, for Miss Cui will not be coming.”

Chuzheng fell silent.

She found it hard to read this Good Person Card.

A Good Person Card on the verge of turning bad is indeed tough to handle, huh.

“Thirteenth Prince, let’s head up the mountain.” Lian Qiong snapped the fan shut and gestured for her to proceed, “There’s a Taoist Temple on top, and the tea there is quite nice. The Thirteenth Prince might want to give it a try.”

At the foot of the mountain, a trail wound its way up.

Chuzheng followed the trail uphill.

Lian Qiong lingered behind, speaking in a low voice to Chen Fei, “Let her enjoy the sunset properly; don’t be negligent, since she is the precious daughter of Marquis Yongan.”

“Your Highness, she hasn’t provoked you…”

“How has she not? Her obstructing my path is provocation,” Lian Qiong said, “That old coot Marquis Yongan, didn’t he participate in the events back then? Getting back at his daughter isn’t going too far, is it?”

And to dare covet him.

That look in the eyes—greedy and disgusting.

Lian Qiong’s eyes chilled for a moment, but it was fleeting.

“Your Highness, disaster should not extend to family members.”

The folding fan tapped lightly on Chen Fei’s shoulder, the words ambiguous, “Someone always has to pay the price.”

“Your Highness…”

With a flourish of his fan, Lian Qiong said, “This Miss Cui is no good catch either, how many men have died by her hand? How many families has she destroyed, leaving them impoverished and dead? Chen Fei, since when did you become such a tender-hearted soul?”

“Your Highness, it’s not them I speak for, I’m concerned about you.” If you keep up like this, sooner or later… trouble will come.

His Highness seemed quite normal on the surface.

He’d prefer if His Highness displayed all his discontent and anger openly.

But he didn’t.

Chen Fei didn’t know how much His Highness was holding back deep within.

But he felt that if things continued like this, His Highness would inevitably walk a path beyond his imagination.

Lian Qiong said, “I’m fine.”

Chen Fei frowned but said no more, assuring respectfully, “I will handle it well.”

With a lazy laugh, Lian Qiong added, “After all, she’s just a girl, don’t be too brutal, a lesson is enough. The show hasn’t even started yet.”

“Yes,” Chen Fei bowed his head.

Lian Qiong continued walking up the mountain, his voice trailing slowly, “I don’t like her eyes.”

Chen Fei: “…”