My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 173 Secret Message

It must be said that Chu Ling certainly had reason to boast.

He was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and due to years of fighting, he also possessed a robust and muscular physique.

At this moment, Chu Ling's clothes were half undone, and gauze was loosely wrapped around his waist and abdomen, revealing a glimpse of his firm curves.

Xie Yan silently admired it for two seconds, then coldly looked away and quickly wrapped the gauze around her neck.

Chu Ling raised an eyebrow, looking at Xie Yan with a half-smile, "What's wrong? I won't mind if you look at me a few more times."

"If you like, I'd be happy to let you touch it."

Before Xie Yan could respond, Chu Ling grabbed his hand and placed it against his chest.

Xie Yan's fingers stiffened, involuntarily curling slightly, but she didn't retract them.

His hand was held tightly by Chu Ling's hand through the gaps between his fingers, and even through the gauze, he could feel the beating of Chu Ling's heart and the intense heat beneath his chest.

The heat was so intense that even Xie Yan's palms began to burn, and they seemed to tremble slightly.

Chu Ling lowered his head.

The face drew closer and closer, its warm breath brushing against Xie Yan's cheek, casting an ambiguous, vibrant hue on his trembling eyelashes and the corners of his eyes.

"So, are you satisfied?"

"Your Majesty——"

The tent flap was flung open, and Heshan, who had sneaked in furtively, hadn't even finished uttering a sound before it was choked in his throat.

He stared wide-eyed at the two people in front of him, swallowing hard.

His shocked gaze involuntarily fell on the two hands clasped on Chu Ling's chest, then slowly moved upwards, landing on their faces as they drew closer together.

Three people: "..."

Chu Ling turned his head and looked at him coldly, "Have you seen enough?"

He Shan snapped back to reality and immediately covered his eyes, backing away while shouting, "I can't see enough... No, no! I can't see anything! I'm blind, I can't see anything!"

I &*?*$……

No wonder that when it comes to reporting to the prince, everyone either burys their heads in the sand or suddenly gets busy.

He Shan closed his eyes and frantically tried to run away.

As a result, he stepped on his right foot with his left, and just as he was about to use his internal energy to balance, he was caught off guard and struck on an acupoint by a flying teacup, causing him to fall flat on his face.

Xie Yan looked at Chu Ling, whose face was dark, with a playful expression, then chuckled and forcefully tied a bow on his chest.

Chu Ling: "..."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and decided he would give his men a good dressing down later.

It's one thing for them to be so insensitive, but they also never knock before coming in.

Unable to move, He Shan lay on the ground, cursing under his breath while fawningly pleading, "Your Highness, I didn't see anything! Really!"

Chu Ling ignored him, and slowly put on her coat before getting up and sitting down at the table, her bow tie adorning her chest.

After pouring tea for himself and Xie Yan, he looked at He Shan again and said calmly, "Alright, just say what you need to say."

Heshan: "...Speak while lying down?"

Chu Ling: "Or should I kneel down and say it?"

Upon hearing this, He Shan was on the verge of tears. He could only swallow hard and say with a mournful face, "Your Highness, as you predicted, you have only been 'dead' for a few days, and some people's little tricks can no longer be hidden."

“Our men who were keeping watch intercepted several letters.”

Chu Ling paused in his tea-drinking motion, his eyes lowered slightly, concealing the complex emotions within.

"...Who are they?"

He Shan cautiously replied, "Besides Wu Yanzhong, whom you killed, there were also two old generals, Liu Qianfeng and Chen Qinglie..."

Although his voice grew softer, Chu Ling still discerned the unfinished words he was about to say.

"Who else?"

He Shan choked for a moment, knowing that he couldn't avoid it after all, so he had no choice but to answer with a forced smile: "And Eunuch Li!"

Chu Ling tightened his grip on the teacup, causing the tea to spill out and a few drops to fall onto the table.

Xie Yan frowned upon hearing this.

There are many eunuchs in the palace, but the "Eunuch Li" mentioned here refers to only one person—

That was the grain transport official who was ordered by the emperor to transport grain to this place.

Chu Ling stared at He Shan without blinking, raised his hand to release his pressure points, and said in a cold tone, "Continue."

He Shan quickly got up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took out several letters from his pocket.

"These are the messages that we intercepted."

Chu Ling took the letters and looked them over one by one, his brows furrowing more and more, and his thin lips gradually pressing into a straight line.

For a moment, the tent was completely silent.

Looking at Chu Ling's expression, He Shan was extremely careful and dared not make a sound. He was so nervous that the sound of his own heartbeat could be heard echoing in his ears.

It's no wonder the prince looked so grim, if everything in those letters was true.

I'm afraid there will be another tough battle to fight then.

After a long while, Chu Ling finally put down the letter in his hand.

His expression had returned to normal, and he reached out and pointed to one of the letters. "Since they have such a scheme, let's trap them like turtles in a jar."

Seeing that the prince seemed completely unaffected, He Shan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Your Highness intends to..."

Chu Ling tapped his finger on the table. "Take my tiger tally now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the tent.

Just as the three were wondering what was going on, Yu Bai sneaked in by lifting the tent flap.

He looked indignant. "Your Highness, it's Eunuch Li who's here."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan and Chu Ling exchanged a glance.

This is truly a case of speaking of the devil and he appears.

He Shan asked curiously, "What is he doing here?"

Yu Bai rolled his eyes. "He said he was responsible for escorting the prince's body back to the capital."

"Fine, I'll give it to you then. Why are you so angry?"

"Because he not only wanted the prince's body, but also half of our grain supplies!"

"They say the war is intense right now, and we don't know when the next batch of supplies will arrive. Since we've lost quite a few soldiers in our camp, we probably don't need that much food. Why don't we distribute the supplies to the camps that need them more?"

Upon hearing this, Heshan was also furious. "What? This is utterly outrageous! How could anyone say such a thing? They're probably just trying to use the Prince's absence as an excuse to suppress us!"

"Exactly! How could we possibly give him the supplies? That's why there's this commotion outside..."

But before Yu Bai could finish speaking, Chu Ling raised his hand to interrupt him, "Give it to him."

Yu Bai and He Shan were both taken aback for a moment. "Huh?"

Chu Ling's gaze darkened, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim of his cup, and he said coldly, "If we don't create some opportunities for them, I'm afraid they won't walk right into our trap."