bookcurios Chapter 1219 Picking the Flower Blooming in the Emperor's Heart
Chapter 1219 Picking the Flower Blooming in the Emperor's Heart
Concubine Qi raised her head with difficulty and looked into the bottomless eyes of Prince Jin, which were burning with crazy anger. Her heart was filled with great confusion and grievance.
She was enjoying the prince's punishment.
This twisted pleasure made her feel very excited.
But this time, the prince's anger lasted too long and was too intense.
It was so intense that even she, who took pleasure in enduring it, felt the fear of dying...
Prince Jin looked as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, and a chilling arc appeared on his lips.
He suddenly leaned over and grabbed Concubine Qi's chin with such force that it almost broke her bones, forcing her to look up at his eyes that were surging with a storm.
"What I want is for her fox eyes to reflect my own shadow! Not for her to be held at the neck by those filthy Hun bastards with a knife!"
Prince Jin's breath sprayed on Concubine Qi's face, carrying a destructive heat. "What I want is for this chess game to proceed according to my will! I don't want you, a fool, to release a pack of uncontrollable mad dogs that almost...almost bit her to death!"
He almost roared the last few words through gritted teeth, filled with a fury that was filled with extreme fear.
Concubine Qi was so frightened by the Prince of Jin's undisguised, almost paranoid possessiveness that her blood ran cold.
This is not about valuing pawns or worrying about political allies...
He is a man who is so ruthless that he will not allow anyone else to get his prey!
Prince Jin suddenly loosened his grip, and Concubine Qi fell to the ground like a rag doll, causing her wound to ache and she began to cough violently again, coughing up a little blood foam.
He straightened up, his chest rising and falling slightly.
The warm room was completely silent, with only the sound of Concubine Qi's painful breathing...
Prince Jin walked to the window and pushed open the tightly closed window frame.
The biting cold wind whistled in with snow particles, instantly diluting the strong smell of blood in the room and slightly fading the terrifying red in his eyes.
The King of Jin looked out the window at the lifeless courtyard covered with thick snow, his back looking lonely and gloomy.
Low-key.
Dormant.
He knows how to be patient better than anyone else.
So when the house arrest was lifted, he hid himself even deeper, like a snake with all its scales and fangs retracted, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the best opportunity.
But these days, whenever he thought about that woman who nearly died in Mulan Paddock, he could hardly control the anger in his heart...
In this world, he is the only one who can attack Concubine Peichen!
Concubine Qi curled up on the cold ground, looking through her messy hair at the figure by the window that blended into the cold night.
Every inch of her body screamed in pain, but deep down in her heart, she felt a strange, twisted excitement... and a deeper fear, as she caught a glimpse of the prince's morbid obsession with Concubine Chen.
It turned out to be the case.
What the prince wanted was never to win over an ally.
What he wanted was to pick the most dazzling and thorny flower that bloomed in the emperor's heart!
To this end, he can endure long periods of dormancy and lay out the most sophisticated chess game.
Or... she could unleash a devastating rage against anyone who might harm the flower, including her, the capable concubine.
In the warm room, the cold wind blew up snow foam, swirling around Prince Jin's feet.
He stood silently in front of the open window like a cold sculpture, and the chill emanating from his body was even greater than the midwinter outside.
The suppressed violence, as if coming from the abyss, did not completely dissipate, but was forcibly suppressed, turning into a deeper sinister look that settled in the bottom of his eyes.
Concubine Qi struggled to stand up, but the severe pain from the wound made her vision go black.
She looked at the tense back of King Jin, and what she revealed was no longer simple anger, but a kind of...anxiety like a trapped beast.
A carefully planned chess game was accidentally disrupted, and the fear and resentment of a beloved thing being nearly destroyed.
This kind of emotion, appearing in the prince who always had a plan and seemed to have everything under control, was so unfamiliar that it frightened her...
"The king...the prince..."
Concubine Qi licked her cracked and bleeding lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Princess Qingyang and Rong family of Yunzhou..."
"Your Majesty..."
She wanted to ask, has His Majesty found out who Princess Qingyang is?
Will the big tree of Yunzhou Rong family really be uprooted?
Once this storm blows, will it...will it affect their seemingly peaceful Prince Jin's Mansion?
The Prince of Jin didn't turn around, nor did he even change his posture. Only his hands, clasped behind his back, their knuckles a cold white from the strain.
"Qingyang?"
He scoffed, his laughter sounding particularly chilling in the cold wind: "Does she think her mother's family, the Yunzhou Rong family, is a towering tree? It's just a rotten tree with a strong appearance but a weak core!"
"My brother's sword has long been hanging over Yunzhou. The handle she handed over... oh, it gives my brother a legitimate reason to chop it off!"
Prince Jin tilted his head slightly, the snowy light outside the window illuminating half of his handsome face, and also reflecting the cold calculation in his deep eyes: "You are just a useless chess piece, there is no point in living!"
"What has this king got to do with the Yunzhou Rong family's treason? From beginning to end, I didn't do anything."
"As for Qingyang... a princess who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed her country, and invited a wolf into her home, her fate will only be worse than that of the Rong family!"
This was the consequence of her nearly injuring Concubine Chen!
Concubine Qi shuddered.
It wasn't because of the cold wind, but because of the emotionless indifference in Prince Jin's tone.
Once used, it's like discarding a shoe...
She asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, even so, His Majesty might still be suspicious. Then...then we..."
Prince Jin finally turned around slowly.
The cold wind blew up the corners of his black robe, making a rustling sound.
All the violence on his face had disappeared, and he had regained his gentle and indifferent look, as if he was not interested in the world.
Only those eyes were bottomless, like a cold pond.
"us?"
The corners of his lips curled up in an extremely cold arc, and his eyes fell on Concubine Qi, with scrutiny and an unquestionable command: "This house is too clean, so clean that it makes people suspicious."
Prince Jin glanced pointedly at the empty, silent courtyard and said, "From now on, you will just rest and recuperate. No matter how strong the wind and rain outside are, they won't blow through the door of Prince Jin's mansion!"
As he finished speaking, he walked closer and stopped in front of Concubine Qi, looking down at her miserable appearance.
Prince Jin's icy fingertips gently brushed the still-dried bloodstains on Concubine Qi's cheek, his movements eerily gentle: "As for your injuries..."
His voice was low, like the whisper of a lover, but every word was venomous: "It was a relapse of an old illness, caused by an accidental fall. Remember?"
Concubine Qi's body stiffened, then she lowered her eyes obediently, hiding the complex emotions in her eyes, and whispered, "Yes..."