Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1269 - 1249: Tempting the Crown Prince

Qhianqhian stood outside the memorial hall, watching the stream of mourners come and go, clutching the Water Spirit Flute tightly.

She glanced at Xiao Rou beside her and nodded, then lifted the Water Spirit Flute, letting its mournful melody flow from her mouth, filled with sadness, and suddenly shifting to depict a battlefield, as if the clashing of swords and horses, the Old General swallowing mountains and rivers to conquer the world, unfolded before their eyes.

And with a cry, the battle ended, leaving a desolate scene, all broken lands in sight, the flute sounded Xiaooxiaoo.

Then the scenery opened up, the cycles of spring and autumn passed, all things revived, bringing new hope.

With the last note falling, Qhianqhian removed the Jade Flute from her lips and bowed three times tearfully towards the crowd and left.

As the tune ended, many were left in a trance, the lingering notes remained, bringing quite a few seasoned old soldiers to tears.

"Who is this? Walking towards the General’s Mansion inner court?"

"They must be guests of the General’s Mansion, otherwise why appear here?"

The Crown Prince also noticed the girl playing the flute and subconsciously asked, "Who is she?" Her green silk dress was unforgettable, along with the Xiaooxiaoo flute sound which he wanted to possess.

He had songstresses, dancers, and musicians at his side, but none with flute skills as brilliant, and those bright eyes and white teeth were simply unforgettable!

"That’s Shi Family’s seventh lady, a close friend of my sister, here to pay respects to our father, afraid to disturb the nobles, hence she didn’t come in."

Due to the Crown Prince’s distraction, a successful exchange of glances occurred among them, Hua Sicheng was the one speaking.

"Shi Family’s seventh lady?" A lecherous glow flickered in the Crown Prince’s eyes, gone in an instant, as he glanced at Hua Nianyi behind him, revealing a determined look.

This left the Hua siblings startled, unsure of what to do. The four accompanying Qhianqhian quickly returned to report, stopping five others from offering condolences.

Upon hearing the Crown Prince was guarding the General’s Mansion, Old Master Hua directly turned pale, questioning what to do, what should he do?

Then he heard reports of Chun Tao and Chun Xing’s matters, feeling odd yet not making any decision.

Given their skills, it wasn’t difficult for them to leave.

Though concerned, he wasn’t overly worried.

Meanwhile, Qhianqhian lit incense in the guest room, creating the illusion she was resting there, inhaling deeply with Chun Xing beside her: "Tonight I’ll lure the Crown Prince; how far you can go depends on you. That medicine increases your chances of pregnancy."

Hearing this, Chun Xing was unsure whether to be delighted or frightened, silent for a while before kneeling: "Thank you, Miss Shiqi, for fulfilling this."

"No need for thanks, it’s your own choice."

Qhianqhian smiled lightly at Chun Xing.

Indeed, it’s her own choice? Chun Tao opted to overturn the bowl while Chun Xing unquestioningly drank it; such obedience is what they need, and how far and well she goes is her own matter.

With similar appearances but different personalities, Chun Tao and Chun Xing are destined to walk different paths.

Xiao Rou was busy arranging the compound, Qhianqhian had her find a pile of red candles for unknown reasons.

That night, the flute sounded again, this time conveying longing and admiration.

In the courtyard, under a faint moonlight, Qhianqhian sat on a swing, quietly playing the Jade Flute, though void of personal feelings, the novel melody with tender yearning was clear to listeners.

Yan listening from a nearby courtyard was shivering, thinking: is this girl disgusting or what? His goosebumps rose...

But hard work paid off; an uninvited guest arrived.

In the General’s Mansion, only the Crown Prince stayed overnight, and at this hour, only two could roam freely, excluding the injured Hua Siye, leaving only the Crown Prince and Hua Sicheng.

Xiao Rou reported the situation to Hua Nianyi early, while they were bound to the memorial hall, unable to leave for a moment.

Thus Hua Sicheng was eliminated; the visitor could only be the Crown Prince.

"You all leave." The voice was soft yet carried command, causing Qhianqhian to sound darkly amused.

"I wonder what troubles Miss has? Perhaps share with me; I’m somewhat capable and willing to help Miss solve her problems," The Crown Prince said loudly.

Qhianqhian seemed to just notice someone outside, messing up a note and hastily pack away the Jade Flute, hurrying to the door: "Did I disturb your rest, my lord? Xinger apologizes greatly, begging your forgiveness."

"Xinger? A wonderful name. Is Miss troubled? Why not chat with me? I am the current Crown Prince, willing to offer Miss what little I can."

"Crown Prince? Xinger greets Crown Prince, wishing Crown Prince health and prosperity." With a ’thump’, the Crown Prince suspected nothing, assuming the girl outside had kneeled, curling his lips in satisfaction.

"No need for ceremonies, rise. No need for such formalities while away from home."

"Thank you, Crown Prince." Lightly brushing clothes, Qhianqhian stood firm like a pine, coldly smirking towards the door.

"Xinger, why not open the door? I’m a bit thirsty," Crown Prince said gently.

Recalling her bright face from afternoon, his heart burned like afire.

"But, I just bathed, clothing askew, unkempt, disrespectful to Crown Prince," Qhianqhian calmly replied.

"I pardon you, I only want a sip of tea; Xinger, can’t you offer me even that?" The Crown Prince’s voice sunk slightly, gaining seriousness, yet genuinely excited.

"Then wait a moment, count to ten before entering." The door’s latch was undone, prompting the Crown Prince, moved, to nod eagerly, listening to soft footsteps, laughing and pushing in, fastening the latch with care.

He swallowed, gazing at the half-open room door, having abstained from women since fixing Hua Nianyi!

Smiling, he entered, seeing a hot cup of tea on the table, an oil lamp casting shadows, and steam rising behind a screen, his eyes lit up.

He drank the warm tea in one gulp, heading towards the bedroom: "Xinger, are you here?"

Under wobbly red candles, he missed any clues, only finding simple furnishings distasteful, yet caring not at the moment.

Chun Xing behind the curtains gasped, clutching the blanket tightly, drawing the Crown Prince closer...

Qhianqhian had long exited through the window, leaving no trace.