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Flowing Prince's Residence.
The residence of the Prince of the Later Qin, Ninth Prince.
The cold night wind howled, and the courtyard was desolate, with few figures around. I crouched on the wall, unable to see anyone in the dark yard, yet I knew that the stillness was a sign of the storm that was about to come.
This house was eerily quiet. Normally, a noble like this would have lights blazing at night, filled with music and laughter. Yet here, there was not a sound. It felt like a silent tomb, or perhaps a vast whirlpool—dark and bottomless, consuming all my thoughts. For some reason, I had a bad feeling; it was as if stepping inside would lead to being engulfed, never to escape.
An unseen world awaited me...
But I had no way out. No choices left.
I vaguely saw a flickering light in one of the rooms—that must be it.
I lightly jumped down from the wall, moving stealthily like a cat through the dark corners. After wandering in the shadows for a while, I still couldn't reach my destination. Just as I was puzzled, I suddenly felt a cold and murderous gaze behind me. A strange and somewhat mournful whistle pierced the air, and suddenly, the area around me lit up. A guard shouted and came charging at me with a torch.
In an instant, the entire residence echoed with cries of "Catch the assassin!"
I cursed under my breath and glanced back. In that bizarre moment, I saw an old man's cold and numb face. To my shock, I noticed an ugly scar on his neck similar to that of the boy. His gaze was as chilling as that of the wildest and most indifferent wolf on the plains.
He couldn't speak, so he could only use that eerie whistle to signal the hidden guards lurking in the shadows.
Seeing my astonishment, he showed no expression—just stared at me coldly like a statue. His gaze was sharp as a blade; even from afar, it felt like it cut into me painfully.
I turned and quickly hid in the dark courtyard. The guards were more familiar with the terrain than I was; despite my ethereal assistance in escaping, they remained hot on my heels, leaving me no gap to slip away from their sight.
What impressive tracking skills! The master of this residence must be quite formidable as well.
Finally, I reached a quieter courtyard. With nowhere to run forward and pursuers behind me, I steeled myself and dashed into that yard. Spotting a slightly ajar window, I leaped inside.
If I had known what consequences awaited me after that leap and the unprecedented situation I would encounter, I would have preferred to continue battling those pursuers rather than jumping in.
With a splash, it was different from what I had imagined; instead of landing on a solid floor, I felt buoyancy and instability. The warmth of the water enveloped me along with an almost suffocating pressure that made it clear—I had fallen into water. Warm water.
I hurriedly swam towards the light above. With one powerful kick, I finally broke free from that tight grip and surfaced. As my head emerged from the water, I gasped for air.
My face was drenched; my hair clung to my cheeks, making me look quite disheveled.
Suddenly, a low laugh echoed from not far away, incredibly seductive, yet it made me feel very uncomfortable.
It was only then that I realized the situation I was in. A massive pool lay before me, shrouded in mist, with delicate wisps of smoke curling above it. Petals floated on the water's surface, and the pool was inlaid with Night Pearl marble.
I looked up in the direction of the voice, but due to the darkness and dim lighting, I could barely make out his face.
At that moment, I heard the entangled voices of the guards outside. They seemed hesitant to enter, lingering at the door.
Worried that this person might call out, I quickly swam over and covered his mouth, then coldly threatened, "If you want to live, don't make a sound. Otherwise—" My tone was chilling.
Perhaps he sensed my vigilance and hostility; he obediently nodded.
With the help of Jade Light, I managed to see his face clearly.
What a face it was.
Seductive and stunning, even more so than a woman's.
A man more beautiful than any woman. I was stunned. I never expected to fall into a pool of handsome men.
His fox-like eyes were alluringly upturned, shimmering with mischief as he looked at me with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor fully serious. His skin was as white as snow, even whiter than snow itself; his complexion was like jade, exuding a fragrance like orchids. He was bathing at that moment, his chest exposed, and in my haste to keep him quiet, I found myself awkwardly pressed against his skin.
His face flushed slightly, likely due to the bath; beads of fragrant sweat dripped from his long eyelashes onto my hand. For some reason, I felt my own cheeks heat up uncontrollably.
I speculated whether such an exquisite beauty might be one of the Ninth Prince's male favorites. It was common for wealthy families to have such male companions, so I thought this might be the case. A hint of pity crept into my gaze as I looked at him.
However, there was something familiar about this face—very familiar. But with all that had happened in recent days, my mind was a chaotic mess, making it impossible to recall where I had seen him before.
This face that embodied worldly splendor. This face of unparalleled beauty.
I stared at him for a long time; his steady breaths warmed my palm until it began to sweat. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I glanced away from him. Not only had I interrupted his bath, but in my attempt to hide, I had also invaded his personal space.
"I'm sorry," I said awkwardly as I turned my face away.
At that moment, the voices of the guards outside gradually faded away until they seemed to vanish into thin air.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing that he made no attempt to struggle, allowing me to cover his mouth and tighten my grip around his neck, I felt a twinge of guilt.
"Don't make a sound, and I'll let you go, okay?" I whispered, my tone softening slightly.
A fleeting expression crossed his crystalline eyes, one that I couldn't quite decipher, before he obediently nodded.
I had made up my mind; those people were unlikely to find us now that we had already left. If he screamed after I released him, I would knock him out immediately. If he didn’t resist, I could ask him about his master, specifically where the Ninth Prince resided.
He was so beautiful; surely he was one of the favored ones and would know where his master was.
I slowly released him, and as expected, he remained silent.
I swam to the edge of the pool, preparing to climb out. Just before I did, I casually asked, "Do you know where the Ninth Prince lives?" I didn't expect him to respond.
He replied softly, "Turn left from here; not far away is his sleeping quarters." His voice was light as a cloud in the sky, leaving an elusive impression.
I turned to thank him but was taken aback to find that he had silently appeared before me. My neck went numb, and in shock, I stared at him. The last thing I remembered before losing consciousness was the seductive red robe he wore and his strange yet charming smile. A devilish voice echoed in my fading awareness: "Welcome, Jin Shao."
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