I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 397 His Highness the Crown Prince is Outstandingly Talented (35)

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the quiet bedroom.

Enraged, Lin Shen seized the moment when Jiu Fangcheng relaxed his guard and suddenly pulled his hand out, slapping him across the face.

He used real force this time, and his palm was slightly numb from the impact.

Jiu Fangcheng was hit so hard that he turned his head slightly to the side, and a faint red mark quickly appeared on his cheek.

He paused, his fingertips slowly tracing the stinging skin, then his tongue licked his slightly dry lips. Turning back, the two dark flames in his eyes not only did not extinguish, but burned even brighter, with an almost morbid excitement, he said in a low, hoarse voice.

"Come again."

Seeing his expression, Lin Shen was so angry that his lips twitched, and he was speechless.

They beat him up to his heart's content.

What a scoundrel!

Seeing his angry yet helpless expression, Jiu Fangcheng chuckled softly and grabbed the hand that Lin Shen had just used to hit him without saying a word, but with very little force.

He held that slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles, his fingertips carefully brushing across the slightly red palm, as if examining some fragile treasure, a carefree smile on his face and a mischievous tone.

"Your Highness, did that hit hurt? I have thick skin, so I'm careful not to hurt you."

His appearance and tone of voice were exactly like those of a thug harassing a respectable woman.

"Your Highness's body is so soft and fragrant..." He pressed closer to Lin Shen's neck, took a deep breath, and spoke with a rapturous tone.

Lin Shen felt a tightness in his chest from Jiu Fangcheng's series of nonsense. He considered himself to have seen all sorts of people, but he had never seen anyone act like a rogue so brazenly and skillfully. It was truly an eye-opener for him.

You'll never win an argument with this person.

Unable to struggle or win an argument, Lin Shen simply gave up resisting. His entire body relaxed, and he completely collapsed into Jiu Fangcheng's burning embrace, too lazy to even lift his eyelids, adopting a resigned "whatever" attitude.

Jiu Fangcheng noticed that the boy in his arms had softened and was no longer as tense and resistant as before. His smile deepened instantly, and even his eyebrows and eyes curved up. The sinister and violent aura that had lingered for years seemed to be dispelled by this smile.

Looking closely at his smiling face, Lin Shen belatedly realized that this guy actually had a pair of round, slightly droopy dog ​​eyes. However, his usual fierce aura and ruthless gaze suppressed this natural innocence, making him appear gloomy and intimidating.

When it laughs now, it really does resemble a large dog that has just gotten a bone.

“Your Highness’s position as Crown Prince is now secure; no one in the court or among the people dares to challenge him,” Jiu Fangcheng tightened his arms, gently resting his chin on Lin Shen’s head, his voice low and carrying a hint of barely perceptible coldness, “But what about the Fourth Prince…”

Lin Shen pursed his lips; of course he knew what Jiu Fangcheng was referring to.

His fourth brother, in the original story, is an utterly absurd and vindictive character.

Not only did he cause chaos in the palace, but he also later had an affair with the Crown Princess, committing such a disgraceful act.

The root of the problem is nothing more than the resentment that the original owner of the body occupied the position of the eldest son and gained the favor of the emperor since childhood.

The child is only fifteen years old now, and he always has a cold face when he sees him, his eyes are like ice, and he makes no attempt to hide his disgust and hostility.

It seems that even though some details are different, that deep-rooted dislike remains unchanged.

Thinking of these unpleasant things, Lin Shen couldn't help but sigh softly, a trace of weariness and annoyance appearing between his brows.

Jiu Fangcheng keenly noticed this subtle change in his emotions. He raised his hand and gently smoothed away the slight frown on the man's brow with his slightly calloused fingertips. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable air of ruthlessness.

"I'll kill him for you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen immediately clicked his tongue and rejected the idea without hesitation.

"Not really."

He wasn't that violent to contemplate killing a young prince who hadn't actually committed any evil deeds but was merely unfriendly.

Jiu Fangcheng readily agreed and changed his tune with a slight smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Then I'll teach him a lesson so he won't keep bothering you." The tone was as light as if she were saying the weather was nice, but the content sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Shen remained silent for a moment, not immediately refuting. He did find the cold gaze and subtle actions his fourth brother occasionally cast at him quite annoying, like flies—not deadly, but disturbing the peace.

He was tired and didn't want to waste any more energy on such matters, so he simply closed his eyes, which was tantamount to acquiescing to Jiu Fangcheng's suggestion to "teach him a lesson."

Feeling the complete relaxation and acquiescence of the person in his arms, Jiu Fangcheng contentedly tightened his arms, holding the boy's slender body even closer to his chest.

He stopped speaking and gently patted Lin Shen's back, as if coaxing a child to sleep. All the intensity, roguishness, and danger from before had transformed into a silent protection and possession within the bedchamber.

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The day of the royal hunt was fast approaching, and as always, Emperor Qi issued an edict ordering members of the royal family and important officials to go to the hunting grounds outside the capital to enjoy the pleasures of the autumn hunt.

The day of departure was fine and sunny.

Lin Shen changed into a red riding outfit specially tailored for him, with arrow sleeves and a narrow waist. The fabric was top-grade Yun brocade, which shimmered with a subtle luster in the sunlight.

A platinum embroidered belt, with an intricate design of dragons playing with pearls amidst clouds, cinched his already slender waist, making it appear even more delicate and accentuating his tall and elegant figure.

He stepped onto a footstool and was helped by a palace attendant into the spacious carriage reserved for the Crown Prince.

Normally, Lin Shen and Lin Lisheng would ride in the same carriage, but due to an urgent matter that needed to be reported, they had to ride separately.

Not wanting to disturb them, Lin Shen sat in the Crown Prince's carriage and quietly sat on the soft couch by the window, where palace servants immediately served him warm tea.

The convoy slowly started moving, and not far from the palace gate, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard approaching from afar, running alongside the Crown Prince's carriage.

Immediately, the carriage curtains were gently tapped from the outside.

Lin Shen put down her teacup, her slender, pale fingers lifting a corner of the curtain, revealing the gentle, smiling face of the First Prince, Lin Zhi.

He was also dressed in a sharp black riding outfit today, looking dashing and spirited.

“Shen Shen,” Lin Zhi lowered his voice, with a hint of tenderness that was barely perceptible, and took out a small package carefully wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, handing it in through the car window, “I passed by ‘Su Yue Zhai’ and thought you might like it, so I brought some freshly baked Su Xiang cakes.”

That crispy and fragrant cake is a famous pastry in the capital. It is made with high-quality ingredients and has a complicated process. It is available in limited quantities every day, and long queues often form before dawn, making it extremely difficult to buy.

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Shen's eyes, which quickly turned into a faint smile.

He reached out his jade-like hands and took the oil paper package that still carried Lin Zhi's body warmth.

Upon opening the package, several small, exquisite, golden-yellow pastries lay quietly, emitting an enticing sweet aroma. He picked one up, put it in his mouth, and took a small bite.

The outer crust is crispy, the filling is soft and chewy, and the sweetness is just right, which is his favorite light flavor.

"Soft and slightly sweet, it's delicious," Lin Shen swallowed the pastry, looked up at Lin Zhi who had been watching him through the window, and said sincerely, "I heard it's very hard to buy. Brother, you're so kind."

Hearing him call her "brother" and seeing that he liked the snacks she brought, Lin Zhi felt as if her heart was being brushed by soft feathers. She couldn't help but smile, the smile spreading from the corners of her mouth to the depths of her eyes, as warm as the spring sun.

He couldn't help but keep his eyes fixed on this person, though he didn't know when it started.

He can no longer remember anything from his past life.

Whenever he acquired something good, whether it was a rare toy, a delicious meal, or an interesting experience, the first person he would think of was always Lin Shen.

He always felt that all the beautiful things in the world should be presented to him, so as not to waste them.

He deserves the best things in the world.

"I'm glad you like it." Lin Zhi's voice became even gentler. "It's windy in the hunting grounds, be careful not to catch a cold."

Lin Shen nodded, about to say something more, when the official in charge of etiquette announced his arrival from ahead, and the caravan's speed was slightly adjusted, forcing Lin Zhi to steer his horse slightly behind.

He gave Lin Shen one last deep look before riding back to his seat.