Let's Squander A Billion First!

The Emperor was on the edge of an outburst all day long.

If not for the upcoming prayer ceremony and the Ministers advising against bloodshed, it was likely that a bunch of people would have already died in the temporary palace.

Cheng Xiao, however, was quietly healing her wounds and not causing any more trouble.

Chuzheng was a bit curious about where the assassin had come from.

Of course, she could only be curious in her heart and couldn’t go gossiping.

The Bastard was not so courteous, throwing a series of tasks that wasted the family fortune down on Chuzheng.

So outside the temporary palace, one could see all kinds of rare treasures being delivered daily, which, after layers of inspection, were brought into the temporary residence.

Chuzheng turned the austere life of the temporary palace into one of luxury and corruption.

This made everyone extremely dissatisfied.

However, the Emperor recently had a headache over the assassin matter and didn’t have the time to deal with these issues, so Chuzheng’s actions were unstoppable.

It was her own money she was spending.

What could they say?

But, of course, there must have been private discussions.

“That person from the Prince Cheng Residence is really too absurd, right?”

“The Prince Cheng Residence is being wasted by her, why doesn’t Princess Consort Cheng do anything? Princess Consort Cheng isn’t her biological mother, but how can she let her do whatever she wants like this?” Someone wondered.

“The Emperor is here, yet she dares to be so presumptuous, if she angers His Majesty, she’s done for,” someone else revelled in the misfortune.

“You can’t say that. Isn’t there still one person from the Prince Cheng Residence by His Majesty’s side right now?”

“Heh, these days His Majesty is furious, and it is said that that person is sick, yet the Emperor hasn’t even visited.”

“It’s strange, isn’t it? How come they fall ill as soon as they reach the temporary palace?”

“With the prayer ceremony approaching, if that person doesn’t recover, that’s an ominous sign…”

The Emperor had ordered that Cheng Xiao’s stabbing incident was not to be divulged.

Therefore, it was only said to the outside world that Cheng Xiao was sick.

–

“Sixth Royal Brother.”

Chuzheng had just heard the gossip when, not long after she turned to leave, she heard a slightly unpleasant voice going through puberty.

“I’ve prepared a lot of good things for you, look, these are what I had people catch, way more fun than what’s in the palace,” the voice said.

Chuzheng pushed aside the bamboo branches and looked towards the source of the voice.

The youth in dark clothes and Prince Rong were standing on a bridge over a lotus pond, with Prince Rong holding his head high, his image of a spoiled royal seemingly flawless in its display.

Prince Rong hadn’t accompanied the main group, only arriving at the temporary palace yesterday.

He had settled in and immediately started looking for trouble with Yan Gui.

Chuzheng couldn’t decide whether to say his love for Yan Gui was deep or if he was just out of his mind.

Chuzheng watched as Prince Rong instructed a servant to bring over a wooden basin.

Chuzheng couldn’t see what was inside, but from Prince Rong’s expression, it was certainly not something pleasant, though it wouldn’t be deadly either.

“Sixth Imperial Brother,” Prince Rong said, patting Yan Gui on the shoulder and wearing a malicious smile.

The two over there said something Chuzheng couldn’t hear, and the youth was pushed backwards by Prince Rong until he was at the edge of the bridge.

His body tilted slightly backward, then he fell into the water.

Chuzheng: “!!!!”

This was surely the incident where Prince Rong pushed the Good Person Card into the water, nearly costing him half his life, wasn’t it?

Scared to death.

I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it.

Quickly leave.

Chuzheng turned to walk away.

[Sister!!!] The King’s Account roared in her mind.

Chuzheng: “…”

Oh right!

The Good Person Card can’t die.

Can’t leave…

So annoying!

Over there, Yan Gui struggled a few times in the water before slowly sinking down.

Chuzheng hurriedly rushed over.

Prince Rong had yet to see who it was, and his body was sent flying into the water.

“Prince Rong!”

“Prince Rong!!”

Splash, splash—

A series of splashes sounded all at once.

Prince Rong had stabilized himself, ready to surface, but suddenly felt a chill around his ankle, and his body sank deeper into the water.

Under the water, Chuzheng caught Yan Gui and brought him up to shore from the other side.

Chuzheng pulled him in further, then checked his nose and pulse.

He seemed… out of breath?

Done for, done for.

The Good Person Card is dead!!

What should we do? Bury him?

[Sister, save him!] King’s Account went crazy, What do you mean bury! He can still be rescued!

Chuzheng: “…”

How to save him?

[…] Is Sister unwilling to save him, or does she not know how? King’s Account leaned more towards the former, so he quickly educated Chuzheng on drowning emergency rescue knowledge.

[Save him quickly! Otherwise, rewind!]

Chuzheng: “…”

Rewind rewind rewind…

Chuzheng calmly pressed on Yan Gui’s chest, performing compressions, pinched his nose, and hesitated for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss him.

After repeating several times.

Yan Gui finally showed a reaction.

“Cough cough…”

Yan Gui coughed, expelling the water, but before he could spit it out, Chuzheng covered his mouth again.

Yan Gui’s eyes slightly widened, that mouthful of water choked back in, his face immediately became even paler.

He had just come back to life and nearly choked to death again.

Fortunately, Chuzheng let go in time, allowing him to spit out that mouthful of water.

“Cough…”

Yan Gui tried to cough, but was immediately covered by Chuzheng.

“…” Was she trying to kill him?

Over by the pool, Prince Rong was also pulled out, and while he seemed to have drowned, in the chaos, nobody noticed the missing Yan Gui.

It wasn’t until that group took Prince Rong away that Chuzheng let go of him.

“Cough cough…” Yan Gui couldn’t help coughing.

Chuzheng gently patted his back.

“You need to learn how to swim.”

“…”

The pale-faced boy gazed weakly at Chuzheng, after a moment, his wet lashes drooping as he leaned on her shoulder, breathing out more than in.

“You must not die.” If you die, I’ll be in trouble!!

Yan Gui felt something strange in his heart.

He asked softly, “Are you afraid of me dying?”

Chuzheng with a serious face: “You cannot die.”

Yan Gui: “Why?”

Chuzheng: “You have not yet realized that I am a good person.”

Yan Gui: “???”

Good person?

“You… you treated me that way before just to make me think you’re a good person?” Yan Gui’s voice was naturally gentle, and now after being soaked, it sounded even softer.

But it was not in the delicate way of a girl, it was indescribably nice; it softened the very heart.

“Mhm.” Chuzheng nodded.

In that instant, Yan Gui felt a chill in his hands and feet, as if something was sinking to the bottom of his heart.

“I see.” Yan Gui hung his head and stopped speaking.

Chuzheng: “…”

So am I a good person or not!

–

Chuzheng took Yan Gui back to his sleeping quarters, and throughout, Yan Gui did not utter a word, nor did he even lift his eyes.

Xiao Guizi saw Chuzheng carrying his master back, almost kneeling on the ground in fright.

He nervously peeked outside and quickly closed the door: “Your Highness, what happened?”

Why would he return with Miss Cheng?

Wasn’t it…

How could he have been brought back by Miss Cheng!

Chuzheng placed him on the bed, her tone cold: “He fell into the water.”

“Fell…” Xiao Guizi saw that Yan Gui was drenched and hurriedly fetched dry clothes: “How could he have fallen into the water just like that…”

As he spoke, Xiao Guizi paused.

Prince Rong had sent someone to call for the prince, it definitely must have been Prince Rong’s doing!

Xiao Guizi holding clean clothes, turned to Chuzheng and said, “Miss Cheng, I will change His Highness’s clothes, could you… step out for a moment?”

“Oh.”

Chuzheng turned and left the chamber.

She stood outside for a while until Xiao Guizi called her back in, then hurriedly went to the kitchen next door to make ginger soup.

The boy, delicate and pale, had already changed into clean clothes, his wet hair clinging to his body, his face pale, and his entire being exuded vulnerability.

Chuzheng: “…”

Why is there such a weak Good Person Card.

[He won’t be weak if he turns dark.]

Then let him turn dark.

[…] Forget I said anything.