GBP Chapter 94 Boil the Frog in Warm Water
Chapter 94 Boil the Frog in Warm Water
Tao Xian opened her eyes and wearily rubbed her temples.
I don't know why, but last night I dreamt all night about going into battle and killing enemies.
As a result, when she woke up, she not only didn't feel much more energetic, but was actually even more tired.
But soon, she understood why—
Tao Xian stood under the eaves, expressionless, watching Chu Ling wield a long spear with great skill in the courtyard.
He glanced at his four equally haggard-looking colleagues beside him and calmly asked, "When did this start?"
“...Last night at midnight,” Xuanfeng said with a weary expression.
"I was fast asleep when I suddenly heard a noise outside. I thought there was an assassin."
He Shan was crying, squatting on the ground drawing circles. His clothes were stained, and he looked extremely disheveled.
When I opened the door, I saw that it was the prince practicing martial arts in the courtyard. When he saw me come out, he wanted to spar with me.
Apart from Tao Xian, who had excellent sleep quality, everyone else was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of the prince beating—or rather, instructing He Shan—and was then forced to receive some "instruction."
Upon hearing this, Tao Xian fell silent.
No wonder she dreamt of sharpening her sword and killing enemies all night long; it turns out the prince had been playing with a gun in her ear all night.
"Why is this happening...?"
Yu Bai leaned his forehead against the corner of the wall, muttering to himself in a daze, "Last night, when I saw the Prince and Young Master Xie in the same room, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood..."
"Could it be..."
Meng Lan scratched her head, thought seriously for a moment, and then said something surprising, "Is it because Young Master Xie refuses to sleep with the Prince?"
The others' expressions changed drastically: "Hiss!!!"
He then realized his words were somewhat ambiguous and quickly waved his hand at the air, saying, "No, no, no! I didn't mean sleeping! I just meant simple sleeping..."
Meng Lan's voice grew weaker and weaker until she finally shut her mouth.
...It doesn't seem quite right no matter how I put it.
Tao Xian and the others looked at each other in silence for a while before He Shan finally broke the deadlock.
He stroked his chin, looking incredulous: "To be honest, I still can't quite believe that Your Highness would actually have such feelings for that Young Master Xie."
He Shan had been away from Chu Ling for a long time, and their daily communication consisted of exchanging letters from time to time.
Therefore, his impression of the prince was still based on his cold and ruthless demeanor when he was pursued by others many years ago, and his words, "I have no interest in people."
Now, not only has the iron tree blossomed, but it's also blossoming in such a flamboyant way.
He felt as if his worldview was about to be shattered.
He Shan was engrossed in his own world, repeatedly using vulgar language like "opening the screen" and "flirtatious," completely unaware that the others were looking at him in horror and frantically gesturing to him.
A spear tip, still gleaming with cold light, rested lightly on his shoulder, and Chu Ling's voice, seemingly smiling yet not smiling, rang out.
"It seems you've had a good rest. That's perfect, though, as my muscles haven't quite loosened up yet."
A wail suddenly echoed through the courtyard.
When Xie Yan woke up, she happened to hear the noise coming from outside.
He turned over, somewhat dazed. The seat next to him was empty, and the blankets had been piled all over him.
In the courtyard, Chu Ling twirled his spear beautifully, then flicked his wrist, and the spear transformed into several afterimages, shooting out into the air!
With a "clang,"
The spear, driven into the opposite wall, emitted a piercing buzz!
Chu Ling smoothly withdrew his stance and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Excellent! Your Highness, what superb marksmanship! What a magnificent and awe-inspiring spear strike, as swift as a dragon, reaching the pinnacle of skill..."
Standing to the side, He Shan immediately clapped and cheered, his bruised and swollen face full of flattery.
Xuanfeng and the others: ...We don't know him.
Chu Ling ignored the man and turned to the figure standing at the door, asking, "Awake?"
Xie Yan yawned lazily and nodded, saying, "Your Highness is truly full of energy."
Facing Xie Yan, Chu Ling resumed his usual smiling demeanor.
"Are you hungry?"
Looking at the person walking towards her, Xie Yan nodded honestly, "A little."
"I've already had breakfast prepared. Shall we go eat now?"
As Chu Ling spoke, he naturally reached out and straightened Xie Yan's turned-up collar.
From Xie Yan's perspective, she could clearly see Chu Ling's deep-set eyes and gently fluttering eyelashes, as well as her own reflection in his eyes.
Xie Yan suddenly felt a burning sensation in her ears, and leaned back somewhat awkwardly, reaching out to straighten her clothes.
Chu Ling's fingers paused slightly, then he casually withdrew his hand and smiled.
"Let's go."
Once the two had gone far away, Tao Xian and the others seemed to wake from a dream, looking at each other in bewilderment.
He Shan lowered his swollen hands and exclaimed in astonishment, "Is this still the same ruthless and decisive prince?"
"This is unbelievable! Did you see that? He actually straightened someone's collar instead of grabbing them and beating them up!"
The others felt a sudden flash of light, their faces blank with shock. "...We're not blind yet."
Tao Xian decided to go back to sleep for a while, and casually mentioned, "There might be many more things like this in the future, so you should get used to it sooner rather than later."
Yu Bai kept muttering, "Princess...we're really going to have a princess..."
Xuanfeng couldn't help but shudder whenever he thought of that scene.
He slowly knelt down, unwilling to accept the truth.
Although I was mentally prepared, why! Why did the prince have to fall for Xie Yan? Could it be that I can't escape that bastard's torment in the end?!
Meng Lan was still explaining the issue of sleeping to a tree.
Before closing the door, Tao Xian glanced at her colleagues in the courtyard who were "falling apart" and seriously considered the possibility of changing jobs.
Meanwhile, Chu Ling, who was not communal with his subordinates, was having a meal with Xie Yan, occasionally serving her a bite of food.
Xie Yan looked at the mountain of food piled up in her bowl and her lips twitched slightly. "Your Highness, that's enough. If you keep adding more, my bowl will be overflowing."
He reasonably suspected that Chu Ling was retaliating against his previous act of feeding him vegetables at Dong Feng's house.
Upon hearing this, Chu Ling stopped what he was doing, propped his chin up and watched Xie Yan eat. He smiled and said, "I didn't feel any flesh when I held you last night."
"Eat more, it will feel better to hold you later."
Xie Yan's hand trembled slightly as she picked up the food, almost dropping it.
He looked at Chu Ling with horror, who seemed oblivious to the inappropriate words he had uttered, and for the first time in his life, he began to doubt his own intuition—
Could it be that Chu Ling really doesn't want to be his father?