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

Chapter 381 His Highness the Crown Prince is Outstandingly Talented (9)

A few days later, on a beautiful spring afternoon, the Imperial Garden was ablaze with blooming flowers, butterflies fluttering and bees buzzing.

Lin Shen strolled leisurely, admiring the spring scenery in the garden. Only a few palace servants followed him at a distance, whom he waved to signal to stop and wait.

He enjoyed the tranquility of wandering alone.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by a burst of suppressed curses and muffled thuds of fists and feet clashing.

Lin Shen paused, looking in the direction of the sound. He saw several older eunuchs punching and kicking a thin figure behind a rockery not far away.

"You blind fool! How dare you offend Eunuch Li!"

"I'll beat you to death, you lowly bastard!"

"Look at you, you rat from the gutter!"

……

The insults were unbearable to hear.

Lin Shen did not immediately step forward. He quietly approached a few steps, hiding behind a thicket of roses, and observed coldly.

The young eunuch who had been beaten was curled up on the ground, his hands tightly covering his head, so his face was not visible. All that could be seen was his faded old palace robe covered with footprints and dust.

He remained silent, letting the punches and kicks fall on his body, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of bullying.

But Lin Shen's gaze keenly caught those eyes peeking out from between the arms.

What kind of eyes were those!

There were no pleas, no tears, only a deathly silence and a near-mad ruthlessness.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and devour its prey at any moment, all the pain and humiliation seemed to have been chewed up and swallowed, turning into an even deeper darkness in the depths of his eyes.

Lin Shen's heart sank.

Cheng Song.

In the original story, it was at this time and place that the original owner, Crown Prince Lin Shen, saw injustice and saved this seemingly pitiful little eunuch.

Cheng Song was deeply grateful and swore allegiance. The original owner, pitying his loneliness, brought him back to the Eastern Palace and promoted him step by step, regarding him as a confidant.

But who could have imagined that such a twisted and perverted soul was hidden beneath that thin and pitiful body!

Cheng Song took pleasure in controlling the Crown Prince's joys and sorrows, gradually eroding and manipulating the original owner through words and mental manipulation, and finally delivering a fatal blow at a crucial moment, watching the original owner being pierced by a thousand arrows without being moved.

"Ah."

Lin Shen sneered inwardly.

Rescue? Of course, it must be done.

After all, this was someone "destined" to come to his Eastern Palace.

But how to save him, when to save him, and what condition he should be in after the rescue are all up to him.

He watched quietly as Cheng Song was beaten until he was barely breathing, his body twitching slightly, and his sinister eyes gradually closed, as if he was really about to die.

almost.

Lin Shen then straightened his robes, his face displaying just the right amount of dignity and displeasure befitting a Crown Prince, and emerged from behind the rose bushes.

"How dare you! Who dares to make such a racket and disturb my enjoyment of the flowers?"

The clear, childlike voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

The eunuchs who had committed the violence were terrified by the sound and fell to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! It's this lowly servant..."

"Shut up!" Lin Shen interrupted them impatiently. "How dare you commit such acts of torture in the palace? Go to the Imperial Household Department and each receive twenty strokes of the cane! If I see such behavior again, I will not let you off lightly!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness! Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness!" The eunuchs were overjoyed and ran away as fast as they could, afraid that if they were a step too slow, the Crown Prince would change his mind.

Only Lin Shen and the figure curled up on the ground, seemingly lifeless, remained at the scene.

Lin Shen strode over and looked down at him. Cheng Song's face was covered in bruises, his mouth was cracked and bleeding, and he was covered in dirt; he looked truly miserable.

Lin Shen used his toe to kick Cheng Song's shoulder rather impolitely, with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy.

"Hey, are you dead yet?"

His tone carried the nonchalant indifference characteristic of someone in a position of power.

The person on the ground coughed violently, struggling and trembling to prop himself up and lift his face.

His face was now filled with fear, dread, and relief at surviving the ordeal. Tears mixed with blood and dirt streamed down his face, making him look extremely pitiful.

He struggled to kowtow, his voice hoarse and weak: "This...this servant...thanks...thanks to Your Highness the Crown Prince for saving my life..."

Great acting.

Lin Shen felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.

The trembling, the fear—the acting was so convincing. If he hadn't known the original story, he probably would have been completely fooled by this facade.

How could a twisted person, who takes pleasure in the pain and control of others, be afraid of a mere beating and near-death experience?

He will only feel excited, and he will remember this humiliation deeply, and then repay it a thousand times over in the future.

His current demeanor is nothing more than the docility feigned by a wild beast when it is weak.

Lin Shen was too lazy to watch him continue his performance, and had no interest in listening to his hypocritical gratitude.

Under Cheng Song's gaze, filled with both "gratitude" and "fear," Lin Shen suddenly raised his foot and delivered a precise blow to the back of Cheng Song's neck.

Cheng Song's body stiffened, a fleeting look of disbelief and a deeper gloom flashed in his eyes, and then everything went black as he completely fainted.

That pitiful expression froze on his face.

"Tsk, so fragile."

Lin Shen curled his lips in disgust, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sole of his shoe that had just touched him, and casually tossed the handkerchief aside.

He turned around and casually waved to the palace servants who had cautiously followed after hearing the commotion.

"Carry him back and find a royal physician to examine him. Don't let him die at the gate of my Eastern Palace; it's bad luck."

After saying that, he didn't look at the unconscious "future threat" on the ground again, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter, and continued his unfinished flower-viewing trip in the Imperial Garden.

The sun still shone brightly, and the flowers still smelled sweet, but in the prince's heart, there was now a poisoned chess piece that needed to be carefully "treasured".

He knew that Cheng Song, this chess piece, could harm the enemy if used well, but would backfire if used poorly.

But since fate has brought him to me, then... I'll play along.