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

Time passed, and it had been almost a month since Yun Jin entered the palace to treat the Crown Prince.

During this period, Lin Shen's headaches were indeed significantly relieved.

The frequency of severe pain attacks has greatly decreased, and even when there is occasional discomfort, the severity is far less than before.

Although I still occasionally have nightmares at night, the symptoms of waking up in a cold sweat and feeling palpitations have improved significantly.

Emperor Qi was overjoyed and showered the Eastern Palace with gifts, showing particular favor to Yun Jin.

Because the Crown Prince's condition requires continuous care to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Yun Jin needs to stay by Lin Shen's side most of the time.

It was precisely this constant companionship that gave him a far deeper understanding of this incomparably noble Crown Prince than the rumors suggested.

His Highness is sensitive to both cold and heat, and the palace's earthen ceiling and ice chest are always perfectly balanced. He is extremely particular about his food, with each dish requiring meticulous preparation. If it doesn't suit his taste, he won't touch it. His clothing and other necessities are all exquisite, and everything he touches is made of the finest silk and warm, lustrous jade.

The Qi emperor doted on him to the point of spoiling him, granting almost every request he made.

Yun Jin had also met several princes who came to pay their respects or discuss matters. In front of Lin Shen, they were all respectful and cautious, and even carried a hint of infatuation that was not easily noticed.

Even the renowned General Jiufang, whose military exploits were famous throughout the court, would soften his resolute face when facing the Crown Prince, and his words would carry a hint of accommodation that was not entirely out of the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, but rather... a kind of strange obedience.

It seems that the entire palace can become his personal domain if he so desires.

This supreme authority, though strange, seemed perfectly natural due to Emperor Qi's indulgence and the unspoken tacit acceptance of the crowd.

Yun Jin silently observed all of this, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Even he, in the daily close contact, found his gaze involuntarily drawn to that figure.

At this moment, in the exclusive garden of the Eastern Palace, flowers are in full bloom and butterflies are dancing.

The exotic flowers and plants here are numerous and of rare quality, even surpassing the Imperial Garden in some ways.

Today, Lin Shen wore a crimson palace dress, not a true red, but a more delicate coral red, which made his already fair skin appear even more translucent, like the finest warm jade.

He stood before a cluster of blooming peonies, his back slender and upright, his dark hair loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, a few stray strands hanging down his neck, gently swaying in the wind.

As Yun Jin watched his retreating figure, a strange feeling stirred within her.

This prince truly possesses a peculiar magic that makes people involuntarily feel protective of him, wanting to present him with all the beauty in the world, wishing only that he can smile, be free and at ease, and be free from illness and worries.

Even he himself, in just one month, found it hard to take his eyes off him.

"Yun Qing," Lin Shen said without turning around, but seemed to sense something, pointing to the magnificent sea of ​​flowers before him, his voice carrying a hint of lazy laughter, "Aren't the flowers here beautiful?"

Yun Jin composed herself, stepped forward, and bowed her head respectfully in reply.

“Your Highness, the flowers here are in full bloom, incomparably beautiful, and of rare varieties, far surpassing those elsewhere. They are naturally extremely beautiful.” He paused, his voice unconsciously softening slightly, “They are a perfect match for Your Highness.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen chuckled softly, seemingly quite pleased.

He bent down and casually plucked a red peony in full bloom, its petals layered and its color rich and vibrant.

He turned to the side and beckoned to Yun Jin, his eyes flashing with a hint of nonchalant seduction.

"Yun Qing, come forward."

Yun Jin dared not delay and immediately stepped forward, stopping a step away from Lin Shen. She lowered her head slightly, her posture respectful: "Your Highness..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a slight weight on his hair, and a light, cool fragrance of peony mixed with Lin Shen's unique medicinal scent and ambergris fragrance suddenly approached.

Yun Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by something, then began to pound wildly against her chest, making a drum-like sound.

He almost hastily raised his head, only to be met with those crystal-clear eyes so close to his.

Lin Shen was extremely close to him, close enough to see his long, thick eyelashes and the clear, unfathomable light in his eyes.

Those slender, fair fingers, like jade carvings, were gently tucking the bright red peony into the side of the cloth binding his hair.

The movements were casual, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Yun Jin felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head, her cheeks and ears were burning hot, her breath stopped completely, her mind went blank, and she could only stare blankly at Lin Shen.

Lin Shen seemed oblivious to his lapse in composure, or rather, completely unconcerned.

He examined the red flower that stood out so prominently against his dark hair, a satisfied smile curving his lips. He withdrew his hand and said in a light tone, "Hmm, it suits Yun Qing very well."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Yun Jin, as if he had just completed a trivial task, and turned around to continue strolling leisurely along the flower path, admiring the scenery on both sides.

Yun Jin stood frozen in place, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

The weight of the peony in his hair was clearly discernible, and the cool touch that Lin Shen's fingertips had unintentionally brushed against his hair was like a brand that could not be erased.

He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling, and gently touched the soft petals, his heart still pounding erratically.

Cheng Song, who had been silently following behind Lin Shen, was now staring intently at Yun Jin. His sharp eyes were churning with almost tangible anger and jealousy, like cold blades scraping across Yun Jin's entire body, especially lingering for a moment on the glaring red flower in his hair.

The veins on the side of his neck throbbed faintly, but in the end he only let out a very soft, suppressed snort from his throat, then turned around abruptly and quickly followed Lin Shen's footsteps.

Yun Jin stood there, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

For the next while, his gaze seemed to have a will of its own, uncontrollably fixed on the slender, upright, crimson figure in front of him.

Watching him occasionally bend down to smell the flowers, watching him casually brush against the drooping willow branches, watching the profile of his face as he whispers to Cheng Song…

A certain emotion that had been forcibly suppressed in my heart, like a vine that had encountered water, quietly grew wildly, entwining and tightening.