His Secret Guard

After entering the chamber, Qingge closed the door behind her and calmly changed out of the blue hemp uniform of the secret guard. By now, the most challenging part of her plan was over, and everything was more or less falling into place. Secret guards from Qianying Pavilion were known for their elusiveness, unbound by […]

Ning Wang finally said, “I’ll head to Tianhong Pavilion first. There’s some official business I need to attend to.” Qingge replied with a soft “Mm.”

Qingge knew how frighteningly sharp and perceptive Ning Wang was, not to mention his distrustful personality. Playing two roles on her own, she absolutely couldn’t afford to reveal even the slightest flaw. She understood these aspects of him all too well—so well, in fact, that her instincts led her to take the most suitable approach.

Qingge knew her moment of testing had come. Her only advantage was her unparalleled lightness arts. Among the secret guards in Qianying Pavilion’s history, her agility was unmatched. Even though Ning Wang and Ye Min were both highly skilled, her lightness arts made her practically untouchable.

In recent days, the Ning Wang Manor had begun preparing gifts for the Emperor’s longevity celebration. This year marked the sixtieth year since His Majesty’s birth, and the court treated it with extraordinary importance. Needless to say, members of the imperial family, civil and military officials, and even foreign envoys sent to offer congratulations would

As expected, Ning Wang did come visiting. Luo Momo hurriedly whispered, “Serve Ning Wang well. I’ll take my leave.” Qingge replied boredly, “Got it.” With that, the momo lowered her head and left. Ning Wang, however, had already pushed the door open and entered.

Luo Momo dismissed the servants and looked Qingge over carefully before solemnly saying, “Your Highness, you must be cautious.” Qingge knew what the momo was worried about—she was worried that the third master might mention something about the Xiahou clan that Qingge shouldn’t know, and equally worried that Qingge’s performance might slip, exposing the deception.

Qingge suddenly felt an illusion of being cared for and protected. Ye Min had fed her an unknown pill, which she now strongly suspected contained the extremely precious Duzhong Royal male flower. Even Baizhi had also given her decades-old high-quality ginseng.

Qingge was genuinely tempted to continue pretending to be asleep, hoping to avoid this round of intimacy. They had already been together several times, and it was clear that he had grown accustomed, even developing a taste for it. Yet, each time afterward, she had to bathe and expel the seeds he had poured into

Qingge lightly touched her toes to the ground, landing gracefully by the window. Staring intently at her face covered by black gauze, Baizhi asked, “When did you return?” Qingge raised an eyebrow, returning his question with a silence. Baizhi pressed his lips together. “Fine, I shouldn’t have asked.”