The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Jiang Yingxue said indifferently: "Cui Yu, I'm almost dead. Is it strange to think about this?"

"It seems so..." Cui Yu muttered, "So, young lady, are you planning to sleep with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Jiang Yingxue still remembers the first time she saw the prince. He was dressed in a turquoise robe, his aura noble, like a celestial being beneath the moonlit breeze and the bright moon. At one glance, Jiang Yingxue decided she would marry this man, second only to the emperor.

But the position of Crown Princess was obviously not an easy one to sit on. Over the years, she had tried her best to please the royal family. Although she was favored by the Emperor and the Empress, the Crown Prince always said that he treated her as a younger sister and had no other intentions.

"Never mind. I'm not interested in sleeping with that heartless guy. Seeing how cold he is, I don't think he'd be able to do anything in bed. By the way, who was that Xu you were talking about?"

"Xu Yanchuan," Cui Yu quickly added, "He's the Prime Minister's illegitimate son, born to a beautiful actress and a lowly and humble son. Prime Minister Xu originally wanted to kill him to cover up his own scandalous deeds, but he discovered he had spiritual roots. So he kept Xu Yanchuan."

In the human world, there are not many people with spiritual roots. Even the worst five spiritual roots are one in a million.

Jiang Yingxue raised an eyebrow, "Oh? You have spiritual roots? Then what level are you at now? Have you established your foundation?"

"How is that possible! That guy only has five spiritual roots. Building a foundation is harder than ascending to heaven. Moreover, he has been uneducated and has only been pursuing pleasure since he was a child. He relies entirely on Prime Minister Xu to force him to cultivate. As a result, at the age of twenty, he is still only in the early stage of Qi training. He is a real playboy! He is not even a hair on the head of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"It seems like you really dislike him, but didn't you just say he was as handsome as the Crown Prince?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yu sighed: "Yes, although Xu Yanchuan is just a scoundrel in the eyes of everyone, he has inherited his mother's appearance and was born with an extremely handsome face that can charm everyone. It is said that he never has to pay to go to Yihong Courtyard, and girls are all attracted to him just because of this face."

When Jiang Yingxue heard this, she thought, Wow! Isn't this exactly what she wanted?

She was just thinking about sleeping with a handsome man and not having to take any responsibility. After lowering her eyes and thinking for a while, Jiang Yingxue asked again: "Is he handsome? Do you have a portrait?"

"If you want it, young lady, I can find it for you right now. There are a lot of vendors in the capital who make money selling his portrait."

"Okay." Jiang Yingxue stuffed a piece of silver into the maid's hand and said, "Go buy me two pairs, and the rest of the money is yours."

When Cuiyu saw the silver, she couldn't stop smiling and quickly went to the market to buy a pair.

"Miss, the girl who sold the painting told me that this portrait doesn't depict one-tenth of the beauty of that scoundrel. I don't know if it's true or not."

Jiang Yingxue glanced at the portrait and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The person in the painting was leaning against the railing in a loose manner, holding a wine jug and drinking under the moon.

He had a frivolous smile on his face, with a shallow dimple and a teardrop mole under the corner of his eye, which really touched Jiang Yingxue's heart.

He didn't know if it was Jiang Yingxue's illusion, but he always felt that although the man in the painting was smiling, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as cold as the north wind and the glacier, without any warmth at all.

Aren't all dudes supposed to be cynical? Never mind, she didn't want to think too much about it.

"Okay, it's him."

Cui Yu curled her lips upon hearing this, "Miss, you should think twice before you act. This guy is good-looking, but he's useless. And he hangs out in Yihong Courtyard all day. Don't you think he's dirty? How can he compare to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Jiang Yingxue shook her head and analyzed, "If I were after his affections, I would definitely despise him. But the situation is different now. He's experienced and naturally knows how to please me. On the contrary, a man as noble as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has probably never even touched a woman's hand. How could two people with zero experience possibly create sparks?"

Cuiyu suddenly realized that her daughter was indeed not an ordinary person! Her ideas were so avant-garde, too avant-garde!

"Then what are you going to do, young lady?"

"There is no time to lose. Send someone to bring him to my room tonight." He only has two months left to live, so of course he has to enjoy himself while he can.

But Cuiyu said, "No, miss."

"Why not? Didn't you say he's only at the Qi Refining stage? Send two men with strong martial arts skills to bring him back. Money won't be a problem."

"I just asked around for you on the street. Xu Yanchuan just turned 20, and Prime Minister Xu sent him to the Xianyun Sect to attend the disciple-recruiting conference. He's leaving tonight."

Xianyun Sect is one of the largest sects. To become a disciple of Xianyun Sect is to bring honor to the family.

Xianyun Sect recruited disciples from outside, but they had to meet two conditions. First, they had to have spiritual roots. Second, men had to be at least 20 years old, and women had to be at least 18 years old.

After meeting the two registration requirements, you can participate in the disciple recruitment conference and compete.

After passing the competition, one can enter the outer sect. Of course, if one is outstanding, he or she may be noticed by the inner sect and accepted as a disciple, but that is another matter.

It seems that the Xu family couldn't wait to send him into the sect as soon as they saw that he was over twenty years old.

Yes, if one could become an outer disciple in Xianyun Sect, that would be a great thing.

Jiang Yingxue paused, "Since he's leaving tonight, bring him here now. Keep this secret; I don't want anyone to know."

After hearing this, Cui Yu covered her head.

Crazy, her young lady is absolutely crazy, looking for a man in broad daylight!

Well, never mind, in the final analysis it is the short life that caused the disaster.

"Well, I will go and tie him up now."

**

The streets of the capital are bustling with people, with small stalls lining the roadside and shouts coming from all directions.

Xu Yanchuan was on his way to the gambling house as usual.

But he soon discovered that there were several strong men following him.

I think I will leave for Xianyun Sect tonight, and those brothers must be planning to use some deadly moves against me again.

His father was the prime minister of the dynasty, with a large family and wealth. He married nine concubines and had thirteen sons, and he, an illegitimate child, was the eighth.

Although he was an illegitimate child, he was the only one of the thirteen sons with spiritual roots, even if it was the worst five spiritual roots. Therefore, his father paid him considerable attention, which also aroused the vigilance of the other brothers.

So since he was a child, he had to pretend to be a playboy in order to remove everyone's guard against him.

But now his father forced him to go to Xianyun Sect to practice Taoism. Everyone believed that if he achieved success, it would definitely shake the status of others, especially the status of several legitimate sons, so they all began to use their killing moves.

Poison, swords, overt and covert attacks—they'd been coming in all shapes and sizes these past few days. Although he'd evaded them all skillfully, he was beginning to tire of dealing with them.

Forget it, as long as I get through tonight, I can return to Xianyun Sect and don’t have to hide my strength anymore.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, suddenly turned around, and quickly turned into a deserted narrow alley.