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

Inside the private rooms of Fengyang Tower, the fragrant incense smoke kept most of the noise from downstairs out.

Lin Shen rarely had a moment of leisure, so he didn't send Cheng Song, but only brought Yun Jin with him.

He leaned lazily against the soft couch by the window, his gaze drifting aimlessly to the bustling crowd below, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the small rosewood table.

Yun Jin sat opposite him, but her mind could not fully immerse itself in this rare tranquility.

His gaze would occasionally drift to the window, until at one moment, his eyes suddenly fixed on the view, and his fingers holding the teacup paused slightly.

Downstairs at the street corner, a familiar figure flashed by—a woman in a blue dress, her movements graceful and agile; it was none other than Ye Yunian, whom we hadn't seen for a long time.

She seemed to be avoiding something, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Yun Jin's heart skipped a beat, and although her stunned expression was fleeting, it did not escape Lin Shen's keen perception.

"Yun Qing?" Lin Shen turned his head, his glassy eyes filled with a hint of inquiry. "What were you looking at just now, so lost in thought?"

Yun Jin snapped back to reality, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and bowed his head respectfully, saying, "Your Highness, I seem to have seen an old friend. The figure is somewhat familiar. Perhaps I am mistaken."

Lin Shen followed his gaze and saw that there were only ordinary people downstairs, nothing special.

He smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying, and said simply, "Since they are old friends, if you feel attached, it wouldn't hurt to go down and confirm."

Yun Jin's heart tightened. He knew that the Crown Prince's insight was extraordinary, and his loss of composure had probably aroused suspicion. He stood up, his posture becoming even more respectful: "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. Please allow me to leave for a moment, I will be back soon."

Lin Shen waved his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased.

Watching Yun Jin's hurried departure and disappear around the corner of the stairs, the leisurely smile in Lin Shen's eyes gradually faded, turning into a deep, cold aura.

He slowly got up, walked to the window, and his gaze was precisely fixed on the figure downstairs who was walking quickly toward the street corner.

Yun Jin was indeed looking for someone.

And the person he was looking for...

Lin Shen narrowed his eyes, left the private room silently, and followed quietly like a cat blending into the shadows.

He bypassed the noisy lobby, exited through a side door, and, using the cover of the shops along the street, approached the quiet alleyway.

Yun Jin was standing opposite a woman in green. The woman had her back to him, so his face was not visible, but she had a slender figure and a refined air.

Just as Lin Shen was intently observing, the woman seemed relieved by Yun Jin's arrival and turned around.

A beautiful, ethereal face, imbued with a touch of rustic charm, came into view deep within the forest.

This face...!

In an instant, it felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Lin Shen's mind!

Scenes that were completely foreign to him flooded in as if they had been forcibly inserted into his memory!

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, the woman in green held a blood-stained longsword, her eyes fixed on him with resolute determination.

In the Golden Palace, she stood side by side with Yun Jin, below them a sea of ​​submissive officials.

These fragmented images, yet filled with a suffocating stench of blood and despair, were like countless red-hot steel needles piercing his mind and churning it wildly!

"Ugh—!"

The excruciating pain came over me like a tidal wave, far exceeding any previous headache I had ever experienced.

Lin Shen let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat pouring down his face.

He could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and his body slumped forward uncontrollably.

"Your Highness!"

"Protect His Highness!"

The guards who had been secretly following him were terrified when they saw this and immediately rushed out from their hiding place to try to support him.

Hearing the exclamations and commotion behind her, Yun Jin, who was in the alley, felt a sudden sinking feeling in her heart and turned around abruptly.

When he saw that familiar figure being frantically supported by the guards, swaying precariously, his face as pale as snow, his heart felt as if it had been instantly clenched, almost stopping its beating.

"Your Highness!"

Without a second thought, Yun Jin rushed over, forgetting all about Ye Yunian and his old friends. All he could see was that fragile figure, as if she could shatter at any moment.

He pushed aside the surrounding guards and urgently reached out to support Lin Shen, checking on his condition: "Your Highness, how are you? I'm here!"

However, just as he approached, Lin Shen, whose consciousness had been consumed by chaotic memories and excruciating pain, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those glassy eyes no longer held their usual clear and languid look; instead, they held endless chaos, pain, and a sharp, chilling killing intent.

His gaze was a little unfocused, but when he saw Yun Jin's face getting closer, the image of "Yun Jin facing him with his sword" in his mind suddenly overlapped with the person in front of him!

Danger!

The body reacted before consciousness.

"do not come!"

Lin Shen roared hoarsely. At the same time, he suddenly drew out the ornately decorated dagger he had been hiding at his waist and, with all his might, stabbed it fiercely at the source of the "threat" in front of him!

"Pfft-"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was dull yet clear.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Yun Jin felt a sharp, intense pain in his left shoulder blade. He looked down in disbelief and saw that the exquisite yet sharp dagger had already penetrated more than an inch into his shoulder. Bright red blood gushed out quickly, staining his moon-white robes.

He looked up and met Lin Shen's eyes, which were filled with confusion and fear. What welled up in his heart was not anger, but overwhelming anxiety and heartache.

Your Highness, what kind of pain must you be in right now to make such a loss of control?

"Your Highness...calm down..."

He endured the excruciating pain, his voice trembling slightly with agony, yet he still tried to soothe the pain.

The surrounding guards were all stunned and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yun Jin took a deep breath, knowing that this was not the time to hesitate.

Ignoring the blood seeping from his shoulder, he quickly pulled a small jade bottle from his pocket with his uninjured right hand and poured out a black pill that emitted a bitter medicinal fragrance.

Taking advantage of Lin Shen's momentary daze after the attack, he suddenly leaned in, pried open Lin Shen's jaw, and quickly stuffed the pill into his mouth.

"Swallow it!"

The pills melted in the mouth, and their powerful sedative effects quickly took effect.

Lin Shen's struggling movements gradually weakened, and the frenzied chaos in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by an empty confusion. Then, his body went limp, and he completely fainted, collapsing into the arms of the guard who had just reached out.

Yun Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but then a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, making his vision go black and causing him to stagger.

He raised his hand and pressed it firmly against the bleeding wound, his face turning pale from blood loss.

He glanced at Lin Shen, who was still unconscious with his brows furrowed, and felt as if his heart was being immersed in ice water, both cold and painful.

"Escort His Highness back to the palace immediately! Be careful, there must be no bumps or jolting!" He forced himself to give the order to the guards, his voice filled with an unquestionable urgency.

The guards then seemed to wake from a dream, and hurriedly and carefully lifted the unconscious prince, preparing the carriage.

Yun Jin pressed her shoulders, watching their departing figures, then glanced at her blood-stained robes and the few glaring red spots on the ground, before finally letting her gaze sweep over the alleyway where Ye Yunian had just stood, now deserted.