Chapter 50: Look How Much You’ve Angered Him!

Chapter 50: Look at How Angry You've Made Him!

Xiao Yan got a heads-up from Xiao K and hurried over to Tingzhu Garden.

He had been wandering nearby when Xiao K suddenly told him that Liu Qingci was having a huge emotional outburst.

He'd been doing just fine all this time, so something must have happened now.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Tingzhu Garden, he just happened to witness the sight of Liu Qingci kicking someone like a total badass.

This scene stunned Xiao Yan so much that he almost forgot to breathe.

So that's what Liu Qingci was like when he showed his teeth.

Damn... that was hot!

As the system, Xiao K was equally surprised: "Oh my god! Host Σ(っ°Д°;)っ Liu Qingci hit him – he won't hit you too, will he?"

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow: "Well, duh?"

"Host, Liu Qingci must have been pushed too far to get this mad. Go help him!" Xiao K said, "But Prince Yu is stubborn and doesn't listen to reason. Don't blow your cover! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"

When Xiao Yan walked up to Liu Qingci, he noticed that his face was deathly pale, with only the corners of his eyes still tinged with a faint red from the lingering anger.

His back was straight, his whole body tense, as if he was using all his strength to hold on, clearly scared but stubbornly putting up a brave front, like a bamboo stalk trembling in a snowstorm but refusing to break.

This appearance, even more than his fierce kicking posture just now, made Xiao Yan's heart clench.

Sigh, he didn't even try to explain himself.

"Why is there blood on you? Are you hurt?" Xiao Yan took Liu Qingci's wrist and looked at the few barely noticeable bloodstains on his sleeve.

Liu Qingci was slightly stunned and answered without thinking: "No, this blood isn't mine."

Young Master Lin, lying on the ground, was getting antsy. Seeing that Xiao Yan kept ignoring him and even only cared about talking to Liu Qingci, he found it ridiculous.

Those drops of blood on Liu Qingci's sleeve were his!

The bloodstain was only the size of a soybean, barely visible without a close look. Blood was practically gushing from his face, couldn't the prince see that?! !

"Your Highness..." Young Master Lin, feeling utterly aggrieved, propped himself up and tried to grab Xiao Yan's robe, ready to complain his heart out.

Xiao Yan saw him move and flinched.

He quickly stepped back, dodging Lin's grab.

Whew, close one. He almost let that person wipe tears and snot on his clothes. Xiao Yan had a bit of a neat freak and couldn't stand it.

Young Master Lin's expression almost cracked. He looked up at Xiao Yan in disbelief.

Seeing that the prince, who used to love teasing him, now acted as if avoiding him like the plague, a sense of panic welled up in his heart for no reason.

Xiao Yan still looked at Liu Qingci and asked: "You hit him because you were mad?"

Liu Qingci pressed his pale lips together and nodded: "Mhm."

Young Master Lin's eyes lit up with hope.

The prince was definitely going to take action!

Once before, when a servant scalded him with tea, he just complained to the prince in a coquettish tone, and the prince himself poured that scalding tea right on the servant's head.

Now that Liu Qingci had injured him like this, it wouldn't be too much to have him tortured to death!

And Xiao Yan did just that – he moved.

He raised his hand, wrapped his arm around Liu Qingci's waist, pulled him close, and held him in his arms.

"Are you satisfied?" Xiao Yan lowered his head, his lips almost touching Liu Qingci's ear, his voice low, "If not, I can help you give him a couple more kicks?"

Liu Qingci's blood ran cold; his mind went blank.

All he could see was the intricate gold embroidery on Xiao Yan's robe, and further up, his sharp jawline, thin lips pressed together, and that pair of eyes looking down at him.

His nose was filled with Xiao Yan's familiar, crisp scent.

Xiao Yan could feel that the person in his arms was stiff as a board, looking completely dazed.

The fierce expression from before was entirely gone; he looked like a startled little rabbit.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan didn't expect an answer from him.

He held him tighter, patted him soothingly, and then slowly shifted his eyes to the stunned Young Master Lin on the ground.

Xiao Yan's slanted eyes narrowed slightly, the upward tilt of the outer corners still charming, but there was no warmth in his gaze, only an impatient disdain.

"Look what you've done to him! And you still have the nerve to howl and cry here?!"

Young Master Lin couldn't believe it and opened his mouth to cry out.

But the moment he met Xiao Yan's cold gaze, he didn't dare, and could only whimper:

"Your Highness, it was Liu Qingci who hit me! You saw it yourself!"

"Yes, this prince saw it," Xiao Yan said. "Hearing how energetic your voice is, no wonder Qingci wasn't satisfied – he obviously didn't hit you hard enough."

Those last three words, "didn't hit you hard enough," fell into Young Master Lin's ears, making him tuck his head in fear.

But when he saw Liu Qingci being held in the prince's arms, a flash of jealousy flickered in his eyes.

That position used to be his!

The original Prince Yu would spoil someone rotten; when he got tired of them, he'd make their life hell. This Young Master Lin had been spoiled rotten by the previous Prince Yu and still hadn't learned to read the room.

When he opened his mouth, his words were full of resentment: "Your Highness plays favorites. Now you only care about the new and have forgotten the old. Now that you're doting on Liu Qingci, you throw us away like worn-out shoes."

Young Master Zhao, kneeling beside him, was so scared his face turned white. He glanced at Young Master Lin as if seeing a ghost.

If you're going to talk, why drag me into this?!

What "us"?!

At this point, anyone with a bit of common sense would know to shut up, maybe even beg for mercy, and perhaps they might get off lighter.

Xiao Yan found it amusing in his heart, but didn't show it.

After he transmigrated, he kept all of Prince Yu's concubines and male favorites well taken care of in the rear courtyard, with no shortage of food, clothing, or daily necessities. Lin and Zhao here were decked out in gold and silver, strutting around.

Where's this "throwing away" he's talking about?

Besides, Liu Qingci was minding his own business in his own courtyard, yet the two of them barged right in, humiliated him, and even insulted his parents.

And they still have the nerve to come here and whine about being wronged?

He could spell it all out for Young Master Lin, one by one.

But Prince Yu is not the type to listen to reason.

Xiao Yan also didn't want to listen to this person's nonstop yelling and shouting; their presence here would only make Liu Qingci even angrier.

Xiao Yan's posture was elegant and leisurely, but his eyes were cold as he cast a chilling glance at the person on the ground: "This prince likes Qingci. What's it to you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the person he was holding tense up even more.

Xiao Yan's hands instinctively loosened his grip.

"Guards!" he called out loudly toward the outside.

Immediately, someone hurried in and bowed before him, awaiting orders.

Xiao Yan waved a hand, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Send these two back to wherever they came from. I never want to lay eyes on them again."