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

Inside the East Palace's sleeping quarters, the lights were bright, yet the silence was eerie.

Lin was deeply immersed in the soft brocade quilt, his brows furrowed, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was trapped in a long and painful nightmare, or rather, it wasn't a dream, but his long-forgotten, true past.

It was a palace coup.

Flames soared into the sky, and shouts of battle shook the earth.

One by one, the people he trusted left him, each one pressing him relentlessly.

Yun Jin and Ye Yunian stood side by side opposite him, with a dark mass of rebel soldiers behind them.

A hail of arrows rained down, and swords and spears clashed, but someone shielded him from the arrows...

But he still fell into a pool of blood, feeling his life slowly slipping away. In his last vision, all he saw was yellow sand and his body lying exposed in the wilderness.

The despair and coldness of being betrayed, abandoned, and dying alone overwhelmed him like a tidal wave...

Lin Shen suddenly sat up on the couch, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath, his eyes filled with lingering fear and pain.

Sweat soaked his sideburns and nightgown, clinging stickily to his skin and bringing a chill.

"Bao'er! You're awake?"

Emperor Qi, who had been standing by, immediately stepped forward, his bloodshot eyes filled with worry and exhaustion.

Seeing that Lin Shen's expression was not right, he immediately frowned and dismissed the palace servants and imperial physicians standing in the hall, "All of you, leave!"

In an instant, only the father and son remained in the bedchamber.

Lin Shen rubbed his temples, his fingertips trembling slightly, cold. Those scenes, those emotions, were too real, too unforgettable.

That wasn't the memory of an observer; it was the pain and despair he had personally experienced!

He remembered.

He is not a time traveler, or rather, not entirely.

He was Lin Shen, the Crown Prince Lin Shen who ultimately died a gruesome death.

After his death, he was taken away by the main god and became a transmigrator.

After experiencing countless mission worlds, he was sent back to a time before the story reached its end.

No wonder the 003 system didn't come to this world with him, but only gave him a vague task of "surviving".

Because this is not someone else's story; it is his own path to redemption.

This world is real, and these people... are all his former acquaintances.

However, starting over, many things seem to be different.

Was it because of a change in his subconscious? Or was it because... those people also regained their memories?

"Bao'er?" Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, with his expression changing uncertainly, Emperor Qi called out again with concern and reached out to touch his forehead. "Is there anything else that is uncomfortable? The imperial physician is waiting outside."

Lin Shen slowly lowered his hand and looked up at his father, who doted on him to the point of having no principles.

He shook his head gently, his voice hoarse from waking from a nightmare: "Father, I am fine." He paused, then said in a low voice, "It's just... I had a very long and terrible dream."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qi was slightly taken aback, then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but also felt even more distressed, and quickly comforted him, "Did you dream? It's alright, it's alright, dreams are always the opposite of reality, don't take them seriously. It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake."

Lin Shen nodded without refuting. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Father, where is Yun Qing?"

The gentleness on Emperor Qi's face faded slightly in an instant. He cracked his knuckles, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of bitterness and dissatisfaction: "Him? He's kneeling outside. He's been kneeling the whole time while you were unconscious, and he wouldn't even go to treat your wounds."

If it weren't for the fact that Yun Jin had indeed relieved Lin Shen's headache, Emperor Qi would never have let him off so easily simply for leaving the group without permission to contact an unknown woman, causing the Crown Prince to fall ill in the street and even injure someone with a knife.

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen lowered his eyelids slightly and said, "Let him in."

Emperor Qi frowned, clearly unwilling, but seeing his son's pale and fragile face, he finally couldn't persuade him otherwise. He sighed and announced to the outside world, "Summon Yun Jin."

The palace doors opened gently, and Yun Jin walked in with her head down and her steps unsteady.

His shoulder injury had clearly only received basic treatment; the white bandages were faintly stained with blood, and his face was unusually pale due to blood loss and prolonged kneeling.

However, as soon as he entered, his usually aloof eyes immediately lifted and stared intently at Lin Shen on the bed, filled with undisguised worry, guilt, and... something deeper.

“Your Highness…” He walked to the bedside, lifted his robe, and knelt down again without hesitation, his forehead touching the ground. “Your subject is guilty, please punish me, Your Highness.”

Lin Shen quietly watched his bowed back, which overlapped with the cold figure in his dream who ultimately turned his weapon against him, and then quickly separated.

The Yun Jin before me is real and vulnerable, radiating fervent sincerity.

"Get up." Lin Shen's voice was devoid of emotion. "It's not your fault."

Yun Jin's body trembled slightly, but he did not get up, remaining kneeling: "It is my fault that Your Highness is worried and that Your Highness's illness has relapsed. Your Highness was not in your right mind at the time and acted against your will. It is my... willingness to bear the consequences."

He deliberately avoided the word "stabbing," taking all the blame upon himself.

Lin Shen looked at him, then suddenly raised his hand and softened his voice: "Come forward."

Yun Jin then rose as instructed. His knees were weak from kneeling for so long that he practically crawled to the edge of the bed, moving with utmost respect. He carefully placed himself on the edge, looking up at Lin Shen with a barely perceptible pleading in his eyes: "Your Highness..."

Lin Shen reached out, his fingertips slightly cool, and gently lifted Yun Jin's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Those crystal-clear eyes were now clear and deep, carrying a kind of all-knowing scrutiny.

"Yun Qing," Lin Shen spoke slowly, his voice low but carrying immense weight, "Do you have any ambitions?"

Yun Jin was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lin Shen to ask this question so suddenly.

But without the slightest hesitation, he immediately shook his head, his gaze clear and firm: "I have no ambition."

He paused, as if gathering his courage, his cheeks flushing slightly, but he still looked directly at Lin Shen, his voice soft and clear, carrying a desperate devotion, "Your subject... is Your Highness's devoted subject."

"Your subject..." Lin Shen repeated softly, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips, seemingly mocking, yet also something else entirely.

He withdrew his hand, took out a delicate little porcelain bottle from beside his pillow, poured out a pill the size of a longan, completely black, and handed it to Yun Jin.

"This is highly poisonous. After ingestion, an antidote must be taken monthly, otherwise the meridians will reverse, causing excruciating pain for seven days before death." Lin Shen's voice was calm and even, as if discussing a trivial matter. "Do you dare to eat it?"

Yun Jin's gaze fell on the black pill, without the slightest fear or hesitation, and even a barely perceptible glint flashed deep in her eyes.

He extended both hands, respectfully accepted the pill, and then, under Lin Shen's slightly astonished gaze, tilted his head back without hesitation and swallowed it, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it cleanly and crisply.

"You..." Lin Shen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air; it was too late to stop him.

He didn't expect Yun Jin to be so decisive, not even asking a single question.

Yun Jin swallowed the pill, looked up at Lin Shen, and a faint but real smile slowly spread across her pale face, as if she had swallowed some sweet nectar instead of a deadly poison.

He bowed his head again, his voice carrying a relieved calm: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the medicine."

From that moment on, his life was completely in the hands of His Highness. This was not a constraint, but a bond he desperately needed.

This shows that His Highness is willing to use him, and may even... begin to trust him.

Looking at his almost pious smile, Lin Shen withdrew his hand, concealed the complex emotions in his eyes, and said calmly, "In that case, your life is now in my hands."

"Yes," Yun Jin replied, his voice revealing no sign of reluctance, but rather a hint of barely perceptible joy. "My life belongs to Your Highness."

Jiji: "Tomorrow is the end, time for a big family reunion."