The Dumb Prince of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 115 Your Highness, I'm Dirty!

Outside, the cold wind was howling.

Inside, charcoal burned, making it warm and cozy.

Li Jinglong lay comfortably on the bed, his chin resting on a soft pillow.

Zhao Qing squatted down in front of him, holding a small white porcelain dish filled with sliced ​​pears, each slice glistening and juicy. She picked up a slice and brought it to his lips with her slender fingers.

Li Jinglong opened his mouth, took the food, and chewed it twice.

"It's delicious." He grinned slyly. "But it would be even better if you gave it to me with your mouth."

Zhao Qing blushed: "You're so annoying, young master, you're being indecent again."

"This is to enhance the bond between master and servant. Come on, give it a try." Li Jinglong grasped her soft hand.

Zhao Qing lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and her ears turned bright red.

She picked up a slice of pear, parted her red lips slightly, and gently bit it.

She held a slice of pear between her lips, the glistening pear flesh contrasting with her full red lips, and slowly moved it toward Li Jinglong.

The two drew closer and closer, her eyelashes almost brushing against his cheek.

Li Jinglong opened his mouth and just bit into the pear.

"Ahem!" A clear, cold voice rang out.

Li Jinglong looked up and felt numb.

Yuan Qing stood at the door, her face as cold as frost.

Beside her stood a woman completely shrouded in a black robe.

"Miss Yuan, you've arrived." Zhao Qing stood up, quite composed.

Yuan Qing didn't look at her and strode in.

She walked to the table and placed a white porcelain medicine bottle heavily on it.

"This is wound medicine; it won't leave a scar." Her clear, beautiful eyes fell on Li Jinglong.

"Thank you, Miss Yuan." Li Jinglong felt so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground.

"I'm leaving." Yuan Qing turned and strode away decisively.

Zhao Qing asked softly, "Young Master, has Miss Yuan misunderstood?"

Li Jinglong sighed.

His fiancée is an ice fairy.

"You're lucky to have such a fiancée. Miss Yuan put a lot of effort into this wound medicine. Unlike the imperial physician's wound medicine, this one won't leave a scar when applied to a scabbed wound." The woman in black robes walked in.

As she spoke, she raised her hand, pinched the edge of the hood, and gently lifted it down.

She revealed an absolutely stunning and alluring face, with skin as white as snow, phoenix eyes that held the allure of spring, a smile playing at the corners of her lips, and a cascade of black hair.

She is the Princess Consort of Qin.

"Your Highness? What brings you here?" Li Jinglong exclaimed in surprise.

"I've come to see you." Princess Qin smiled sweetly. "After all, from now on, I can only rely on you."

She wore a long grassland skirt under her black robe, which outlined her perfect curves and exuded the charm of a mature woman.

"Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense." Li Jinglong sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Princess Qin chuckled softly, her gaze slowly shifting to Zhao Qing standing to the side.

She looked her up and down, a cold glint in her beautiful eyes: "I didn't expect to see Princess Baihua here. Aren't you going back to the grasslands to stay in the Ming Dynasty as a slave?"

Zhao Qing met the gaze of the Princess of Qin and scoffed, "Back on the grasslands, spending every day in a tent with only wool for company?"

"The imperial court intends to help your brother become the new Khan of the Yuan Dynasty." Princess Qin's gaze was cold. "Your presence in the Ming Dynasty does prove somewhat useful."

Zhao Qing was shocked: "Really?"

"Hmph." Princess Qin snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "Go out, I have something to say to Jiujiang."

Zhao Qing turned to look at Li Jinglong, who waved to her.

Zhao Qing quickly retreated.

She stood under the eaves, the cold wind blowing in her face, but she didn't feel cold at all.

Is my younger brother going to become the new Khan of the Yuan Dynasty?

inside the house.

Princess Qin gracefully sat down beside Li Jinglong, glancing at his backside with a playful smile: "You and His Majesty put on quite a convincing act."

"I'm about to die, do you think this is all an act?" Li Jinglong snorted.

"Still trying to hide it from me?" Princess Qin raised an eyebrow. "What does my being here prove?"

Li Jinglong, smelling the mature woman's fragrance on her, said, "That means His Majesty has given his permission."

"Smart." The King of Qin leaned closer. "While you're bedridden, the caravan business can't stop. A shipment has already set off for the northern deserts—grain, cloth, and tea—all urgently needed supplies there."

Li Jinglong was not surprised: "With you watching over things, I feel at ease."

"But His Majesty is still worried. So, I have to come and report to you, the head steward, in person." Princess Qin's smile was charming and alluring.

Li Jinglong thought to himself: Stop trying to charm me. I'm just a young man, full of youthful vigor, I won't be able to control myself.

Moreover, this is a forbidden love.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Princess Qin's smile faded slightly, and she said seriously, "The caravan is doing fine. They all know that the new manager is Li Chongliu. It will definitely take time to gain their trust."

Li Jinglong thought for a moment and said, "At worst, we'll just give them more money in the future."

"Yes, money can solve most problems." Princess Qin nodded.

"That's all?" Li Jinglong turned his head.

This is a trivial matter; a simple message could have been sent. There's no need for Princess Qin to make the trip herself.

He touched his stomach; he felt a slight heaviness and bloating, probably from eating too many pears earlier, and guessed he was about to have diarrhea.

Your Highness, you should leave now.

"There's one more thing," said Princess Qin. "The head manager has sent word that he wants to see you, the new manager of the trade route."

Li Jinglong's gaze suddenly sharpened: "That old fox has finally made a move."

Snapped!

Princess Qin slapped him on the buttocks with a light touch, but in a precise spot.

"You didn't get beaten up for nothing." She smiled radiantly.

Li Jinglong's buttocks suddenly tightened.

Then, his expression became extremely complicated.

"What's wrong? Can't we take pictures anymore?" Princess Qin raised an eyebrow.

Li Jinglong opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

He was utterly despondent: "Your Highness, I'm dirty."

Princess Qin was taken aback for a moment, then her nose twitched.

She was first shocked, then showed undisguised disgust.

"Ugh, you're really dirty." She waved her hand in front of her nose.

Li Jinglong buried his face in the pillow: "Please, just go."

All the dignity of the young duke and the pride of the eldest son of the Prince of Qiyang were shattered.

Princess Qin walked to the door, placed her hand on the door frame, and glanced back at him.

With a sly smile, she shouted into the courtyard, "Help! Your young master has soiled his pants!"

Li Jinglong abruptly lifted his head from under the pillow, glaring fiercely at the woman in the doorway who was laughing hysterically: "You vicious woman!"

Princess Qin turned around and retorted fiercely, "You pathetic man."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Zhao Qing rushed in: "Young Master, did she bully you?"

Li Jinglong slowly turned his face, looking disillusioned with the world: "Qing'er, I'm filthy."

Zhao Qing paused for a moment, then sniffed.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips: "Young master, let me wash you clean again."

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