Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 2015
Shen Linyuan became interested unconsciously.
When the previous emperor passed away, he appointed him as the regent and asked him to assist the new emperor and supervise the officials, but the candidate for the crown prince had not yet been determined.
Initially, he did want to choose the eldest prince, because the second prince Si Jin was aloof and taciturn. Not only was he five years younger than the eldest prince, he had never been to Wenyuan Pavilion and probably didn’t know how to handle government affairs.
But the current situation seems to have…changed.
Shen Linyuan’s eyes were deep, his attention was all on Si Jin, and he didn’t care what the group of people were arguing about. When he came to his senses, he found that the eldest prince Nangong Siyi was pulling his sleeve.
She looked flustered, her eyes were red, and tears were about to overflow: “Uncle, please believe me, I definitely did not instruct Yi Ke to kill anyone. Yi Ke is obviously my second brother’s confidant, why would he listen to me?”
“It’s hard to say, maybe someone is playing a trick on me and deliberately framing me!”
He spoke urgently, his hands were shaking, and the collar of Shen Linyuan was slightly loose, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.
“Uncle, you want to…ah!”
But unexpectedly, as he was speaking, a sword flashed in front of him.
Nangong Siyi was startled, and the strength in his hands went to waste. He took two steps back and fell directly to the ground, holding a severed sleeve in his hand.
Not only was it embarrassing, but my butt was almost broken into pieces.
He raised his head in anger and faced his boss’s cold and fair face: “What? Do you mean that I instigated Yi Ke to frame you?”
“But my royal brother, Yi Ke hasn’t returned to my palace for five days. Many people have seen him coming in and out of your place frequently, and…”
As he spoke, Si Jin suddenly turned his head back and used the tip of his sword to directly lift up Yi Ke’s collar. There was a small tooth mark on the place that was not stained by blood.
Ignoring Nangong Siyi’s ugly expression, Si Jin continued: “Did the emperor bite this?”
“You two have been in cahoots with each other for so long, and now you are framing me, don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Besides…”
Si Jin turned around, grabbed another piece of Shen Linyuan’s sleeve, shook it twice with grievance, and continued to mutter: “This is not just your uncle.”
After saying that, she wiped her tears with her sleeve and hid behind Shen Linyuan with a wronged look.
Staring at Nangong Siyi, it looked like he was looking at a dead person.
He said: “I don’t have the support of the court officials, and I don’t have such a strong desire for the throne, so why would I harm my third brother?”
“That’s me, the child I grew up with!”
As she spoke, she seemed to be too sad and she boldly wiped her nose with Shen Linyuan’s sleeve.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was not loud, but she left Nangong Siyi speechless.
He wanted to curse, but he was afraid that Si Jin would pull him aside to compare the teeth marks. If it was confirmed that he and Yi Ke had an affair, then there would be no hope for him to become emperor!
Nangong Siyi knew that he could not continue to pester the man, so he had to quickly move away and took the initiative to investigate the cause of death of the third prince.
When everyone had left, Si Jin decisively loosened Shen Linyuan’s sleeve, took two steps back, and bowed, “Farewell, uncle.”
The bodies of Yi Ke and the Third Prince were carefully carried away by the imperial doctors. Soon, only Si Jin and Shen Linyuan were left in the quiet room.
The two looked at each other, the warmth they had just shown was gone, and the child became polite to him.
Shen Linyuan glanced at his torn and dirty sleeves, and instead of getting angry, he laughed: “When you used me just now, you called me uncle, but now you don’t care about me anymore?”
“The Second Prince really understands the principle of the cunning rabbit dying and the running dog being cooked.”
Si Jin lowered his eyes, pulled up his collar expressionlessly, and blurted out shockingly: “Then is the emperor’s uncle long… or short?”
