Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 5 Hidden Dragon in the Abyss
As the saying goes, there are seven officials in front of the prime minister.

Yuzhen was not the prime minister, but she was a princess.

The two personal maids around her often represented the princess's opinion, so they naturally had a very high status in the princess's mansion. They were used to being flattered by the servants in the mansion, and they were like half the masters.

The maid in green came to the front of the carriage with a lantern in her hand and said sarcastically, "We are here on the orders of the princess to summon the Prince Consort to have a chat. He is not at home, but where has he gone? You have made me wait so long."

She disliked this prince consort from the bottom of her heart.

Over the years, Zhao Qi'an, the nominal master, has been like an invisible man in the princess's mansion.

Although he lived in the mansion, he did not care about any of the affairs there, neither the accounts nor the servants. The only person who served him personally before was a deaf-mute old servant, and now he has been replaced by an extremely ugly and strong maid.

Since Her Royal Highness the Princess refused to sleep with him, he felt dejected and found a small courtyard to stay in by himself.

If this isn’t cowardly, what is?
Cowardly and incompetent!

After all, there is a difference between master and servant. Even though the green-clothed maid looked down on her own prince consort, she dared not show him a cold shoulder in front of Zhao Qi'an.

But before she came out, Her Royal Highness the Princess said that she didn't need to give too much face to the Prince Consort.

She was Yu Zhen's loyal servant, so naturally she would do whatever her master said.

In addition, no one knew where Zhao Qi'an had gone tonight, so he and Luan Nu had been waiting for more than two hours!
It's April now, and the cold wind at night is making my nose snot bubble.

She was so angry that she waited for a long time. After finally waiting for Zhao Qi'an to return home, she couldn't help but speak coldly and sarcasticly to him.

The maid in green stepped forward and sneered, "Did you go to the outer city to paint your face? Don't blame me for saying something unpleasant. If you went to that dirty brothel, it would be disgraceful for our princess if the news got out."

Zhao Qi'an sat in the carriage, glanced at her, said nothing, and just tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill.

“Knock, knock…”

The maid in green didn't notice anything unusual. Instead, she became more and more excited as she spoke. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Why don't you get off the car? The princess has been waiting for you..."

"Tuk!"

Three soft sounds, and a sudden change occurred!
A thin silver thread was wrapped around her slender neck.

The purple-clothed maid appeared behind her at some point, with silver threads wrapped around her hands. She crossed her hands and pulled hard!
The green-clad maid was caught off guard, her tongue stuck out, her eyes rolled back, and her hands grasped back weakly.

This sudden scene made the ugly slave, who was originally angry, dumbfounded and stunned.

What, what’s going on?

Aren't they both the princess's confidants? Why did they start a quarrel?
He is rolling his eyes. Should I stop him?

Just when Chou Nu hesitated for a while.

The purple-robed maid loosened her grip, and the silver thread was quickly put back into her sleeve.

There was still blood on her collar, and the spots looked like plum blossoms.

"Benefactor."

The purple-robed maid came to the front of the carriage, knelt down respectfully and kowtowed.

Zhao Qian looked at her expressionlessly.

He is a cautious person. The princess's mansion is his home. How can he feel at ease if he cannot have complete control over such a place?

The green-clad maidservant would never have imagined until her death that her companion, who also came from the palace and had been with her day and night for many years, would actually be the woman of this "incompetent" prince consort.

"I don't remember asking you to kill her."

The purple-robed maid knelt on the ground, bowed her head, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "If the master humiliates me, I will die!"

Zhao Qi'an shook his head: "This reason is not enough."

"With Feng Nu around, it's inconvenient for me to act around the princess." The purple-clothed maid replied, "The princess trusts Feng Nu more. The secret meeting with the female Taoist priest at Baiyun Temple was arranged by Feng Nu. Now that Feng Nu is dead, she can only use me."

Zhao Qi'an gave her a cold look.

If he thought this way, why did he wait until Feng Nu offended him before killing her?
It's nothing more than wanting to show loyalty to him.

He saw everything clearly in his heart, but he could still tolerate the little tricks of his subordinates.

Zhao Qi'an asked, "This maid is dead, how are you going to explain this to Yu Zhen?"

"Feng Nu had an affair with Zhang Silang, the horse breeder in the mansion. They eloped tonight and are nowhere to be found. Don't worry, my lord. The rest of the people in the mansion will take care of Zhang Silang properly."

After the purple-robed maid answered, she waited anxiously for her benefactor's response, not daring to raise her head. After a long while, she heard Zhao Qi'an ask:

"What does the princess want from me?"

The purple-robed maid breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "Your Highness has prepared some light wine and wants to invite you to come over for a chat. He sent the two of us here at 5 p.m."

"Since it's just a light wine, I won't drink it."

Inside the carriage, the curtains were drawn.

"Go back."

The deaf-mute old servant raised his whip and lashed at him.

The wheels moved slowly forward, bypassing the lifeless female corpse on the ground, and headed towards the backyard.

……

Princess Mansion, backyard.

The ugly slave returned to his room, took the little Taoist boy off his shoulders like a chicken, put him on his bed, bent over and pretended to be fierce: "You can't wet the bed when you sleep, understand?"

The room next door hasn't been cleaned up yet, so the little one has to sleep with her tonight.

Although her voice was very loud, the little Taoist boy seemed not to hear her. He sat quietly on the bed, his distracted eyes drifting to who knows where.

As Chou Nu looked at the child right in front of him, he always felt as if there was a world between him and himself.

She couldn't help but mutter, "Why don't I ask my master to ask a doctor to check on this child tomorrow?"

"It looks like he's possessed by evil spirits. How about we invite a Taoist priest or a monk or something?"

She stared at the little Taoist priest for a while with concern, and after making sure that the little guy would not pee or poop on his bed, she walked out of the room.

Chou Nu's room is connected to the master bedroom where Zhao Qinan lives, and it is called the ear room.

The so-called ear chamber is where when the master is thirsty, hungry, or wants to go to the toilet at night, he coughs and the maid sleeping in the small room next door can hear it and get up to serve her.

Originally, the annex and the master bedroom were connected, only blocked by a screen.

But Zhao Qi'an was thoughtful enough to add a door to the ear chamber to separate it, and he seldom entered the ugly slave's room on weekdays.

When Chou Nu left the ear room, he immediately saw Zhao Qian'an sitting at the table.

In the room, candlelight flickered.

Zhao Qi'an sat at the table, looking at the document in his hand by candlelight.

She went over to pour him tea and secretly glanced at Zhao Qian'an's face in the candlelight.

I have to say that my master has a very good appearance.

The divine instrument is bright and beautiful, the eyes are bright and the eyebrows are sparse.

Before today, Chounu only thought of him as an unsuccessful son of a noble family. Although he was born into a noble family, he was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and was no different from the other rich fools in Kyoto City.

But after getting along with him, she felt that Zhao Qi'an was different from others.

He is very celibate.

He is not interested in women, does not covet power, does not indulge in sexual desires, and even though he has a huge fortune, he does not covet pleasure...

Apart from adopting orphans, Zhao Qi'an seems to have no other hobbies.

Having no desires and no demands is the most true portrayal of him.

But are there really such people in the world?

Would a person who has no desires or demands be highly skilled in martial arts but hide his incompetence? Would a person who has all-powerful skills but does not show them?
The ugly slave seemed to have an epiphany.

Perhaps, being less greedy does not mean not being greedy, but rather having bigger ambitions.

Zhao Qi'an is like a hidden dragon, lurking in the capital. No one notices him, no one guards against him, no one takes him seriously... but he is accumulating strength.

One day, the hidden dragon will break out of the sea.

Soaring straight into the sky!

(End of this chapter)