The Prince Can Always Hear The Secret Servant Chanting The Qingxin Mantra Before Going To Bed - Chapter 55

Qi Ci, who was in a terrible mood, supported Bian Zhonghua and went towards the bed in the wing room. Qi Ci wanted to settle down and have a good rest, but as soon as he helped Bian Zhonghua to lie down, Bian Zhonghua opened his eyes all of a sudden and pulled Qi Ci’s sleeve with all his might, pressing Qi Ci under him!

A silvery blade was instantly pressed against Qi Ci’s neck, and if it got closer another inch, it could slit his throat. The cold and murderous intent made Qi Ci’s hands and feet turn cold, and his whole body stiffened.

Luckily, Bian Zhonghua stopped in time. As he looked at Qi Ci carefully through his drunken eyes, he lightly shouted: “Ah….!”

Qi Ci: “….”

‘What the hell?!!’

‘Let me go!!! Don’t you dare touch me1!!!’

Bian Zhonghua’s mouth suddenly raised a gentle smile, and the silver blade against Qi Ci’s neck moved. Qi Ci felt a chilling sensation running through his chest as he thought: ‘It’s over, I’m going to get killed by a drunken bodyguard by mistake. Everyone is going to remember me as the Prince who died in the most astonishing way.’

However, the blade didn’t pierce Qi Ci’s skin, instead, it slowly traced all the way down his neck.

Although his skin wasn’t cut, the sharp feeling of a blade against his skin made Qi Ci feel a strange tingling sensation, provoking the most primitive fear in Qi Ci’s body. This sensation made him hold his breath, as if he was feeling on edge, which made him almost suffocate. Since Qi Ci couldn’t resist anymore, he took a deep breath and said: “You…”

As soon as he muttered this word, the blade rose up again, this time, falling on top of Qi Ci’s lips. The freezing sensation of the blade immediately blocked what Qi Ci wanted to say next.

Bian Zhonghua then stretched out his hand to cover Qi Ci’s neck with his cold fingertips, tracing the red marks on the soft skin produced by the blade not long ago. Under the warm skin, he could feel a pulse. At that moment, Bian Zhonghua looked at Qi Ci’s eyes, took away the blade from his mouth, and suddenly said with a laugh: “I have a secret, do you want to hear it?”

Qi Ci: “Tell me first how many secrets you have so I can count how many times I will have to get you drunk to know them.”

Bian Zhonghua let go of Qi Ci, turned over to lay beside him, and held his head with both hands. With his drunken eyes half-closed, Bian Zhonghua looked as if he was going to pass out at any time: “There are many, many more. What do you want to know?”

Qi Ci asked bluntly: “Do you have someone you like?”

Bian Zhonghua chuckled and dragged his words with a lazy tone of voice: “Not… going… to… tell… you.”

Qi Ci: “Alright. Then what was the secret you wanted to tell me about?”

Bian Zhonghua said: “That day, although I didn’t know you were the lost Prince, I still went back to the Brothel to look for you. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because of a feeling.”

Qi Ci burst into laughter.

‘Another feeling? When I asked why he carried candied fruits all the time with him, he said that it was because of a feeling. Now, he’s saying that he went back to look for me because of a feeling as well. This one word is so ambiguous and vague, why is Bian Zhonghua getting so addicted to using it?’

“What kind of feeling?” Qi Ci asked rhetorically.

Once again, Bian Zhonghua showed a confused expression, an expression Qi Ci had seen before. Last time, when Qi Ci asked Bian Zhonghua about why he always carried candied fruits with him, Bian Zhonghua had the exact same expression on his face.

“Forget it, forget it. If you can’t figure it out, just think of it as if we were predestined to meet, like we are meant for each other and should be with one another.” When Qi Ci saw that Bian Zhonghua was lost in thought, he took advantage of it and pulled over the quilt. Then, he persuaded Bian Zhonghua to rest.

Unexpectedly, Bian Zhonghua suddenly said: “I just remembered. I couldn’t understand that feeling when I first met you, but I understand now.” Bian Zhonghua paused for a bit, raised the corners of his mouth in a smile, and continued: “But that’s another secret.”

Qi Ci: “If you dare to pass out now, I will beat you until you wake up.”

Bian Zhonghua laughed out loud and half-closed his eyes. As he laid down on his back, he sighed lightly: “But it’s a secret, I can’t tell you now.”

“Why?”

“Not the right time.”

“Then when is it going to be the right time?”

Bian Zhonghua was already drowsy, so his words were also inconsistent: “Wait till next time…when I’m drunk again…I’ll tell you.”

Since Bian Zhonghua was unwilling to say it, and Qi Ci couldn’t pry the words out of his mouth, he had to compromise: “Don’t forget it. When you sober up, you better remember this.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” As Bian Zhonghua spoke, his voice was gradually becoming inaudible. After saying this, he fell asleep.

Qi Ci covered Bian Zhonghua with the quilt and rubbed his own hair impatiently.

‘It was a lie when I said that I wouldn’t do anything to you.’

Qi Ci looked at Bian Zhonghua’s handsome face, gently placed a hand on his face, and carefully leaned forward to kiss Bian Zhonghua’s lips. However, when Qi Ci realized that he was actually about to kiss Bian Zhonghua, he stopped.

Qi Ci straightened up, held his head, and scolded himself: ‘I shouldn’t take advantage of him like this.’ Then, he raised his head and looked at Bian Zhonghua’s body, until his gaze fell on his hand.

At that moment, Qi Ci tickled Bian Zhonghua’s fingers one by one until he could take them onto his palm and gently rubbed his fingertips against them. As he interlocked their fingers together, Qi Ci finally rubbed Bian Zhonghua’s palm.

Maybe because Bian Zhonghua felt the itch on his palm, he frowned lightly as he tried to hide his hand inside the quilt, but Qi Ci hurried to hold the hand still.

Qi Ci held Bian Zhonghua’s hand tightly for a while, and because he didn’t want to let go, he simply laid on his side and closed his eyes.

Bian Zhonghua woke up in the middle of night. Still drunk, and as he rubbed his eyes, he muttered: “That wine is so wild! But how could I get so wasted with it?” When Bian Zhonghua finally opened his eyes, he saw Qi Ci sleeping beside him.

Bian Zhonghua instantly smiled and secretly said in his mind: ‘I’d be a fool if I don’t take advantage of this!’

Without feeling any guilt, he leaned over and kissed Qi Ci on the lips. Then, Bian Zhonghua hugged Qi Ci into his arms, closed his eyes, and went to sleep again.