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Zhao Jing had kept quiet about the reason for the lack of a clear "pillow" in the East. She vaguely felt that it was her little girl's thoughts. After all, it was her own little secret, a kind of shy young girl. At that time, she didn't know the reason for her embarrassment, but later on, she realized that it was because the young girl was full of spring. She had just carried the weight of the world and had forgotten her original appearance.

Tomorrow was the Hall Competition, and Zhao Jing was still thinking about taking a good rest tonight. Who knew that he would forget about his angina pectoris? He was so caught off guard. Humans should not get carried away, or else they will suffer very soon.

The main door of the sleeping quarters was tightly shut. Zhao Jing was curled up into a ball as he sat on the edge of the soft couch. His small face was terrifyingly pale. Perhaps it was because she had been too comfortable these past few days. Even if she had occasional pains, they wouldn't hurt so much. It made her forget the pain she had once suffered. Now that the pain was so serious, he could barely hold it.

Zhao Jing was like a hedgehog as he curled up and hugged her tightly. He couldn't help but let out a painful moan as tears welled up in his eyes. She didn't owe anyone anything, so why did she have to endure such pain? What in the world was Dongfang still trying to do?

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched over.

Dongfang Wenming entered quietly. He didn't know why, but every time she felt pain, he seemed to have sensed it and was able to rush over at the first possible moment. Dongfang Wenming seemed to be accustomed to it. He gently picked her up and stuffed her into his embrace. Her ice-cold hands that were in so much pain tightly gripped onto his clothes, like a silent accusation.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the small girl curled up into a ball. She was curled up in his embrace like a hedgehog whose entire body was standing straight up. He looked at her tears coming down soundlessly just like that.

The man's extremely good-looking eyebrows slightly raised as he used his rough fingers to pry open her lips.

Zhao Jing's eyes were red as he looked at his raised eyebrows. His long eyelashes fluttered in the candlelight, obscuring the light in his eyes. She looked at him as he primly parted her lips, and suddenly tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes. She was really in pain, but more of it was fear, fear of some unknown being inside her, fear of the future.

Dongfang Wenming didn't say anything. He was just a bit entranced by her blood-stained lips. He reached out his hand to touch her ice-cold face, and then he pinched her exquisite chin and gently lifted it up.

In the next moment, Dongfang Cunming suddenly lowered his head, and unexpectedly touched her blood-stained lips.

Zhao Jing's eyes suddenly widened. The moment the scorching hot breath made contact with each other, it was as if everything in the world had suddenly stopped. She tightly held onto his clothes and could clearly feel the warmth coming from between his lips. Something warm and soft was being gently licked along her lips, bit by bit swallowing the smell of blood on her lips. This feeling of gentleness and nostalgia caused people to become obsessed with him. For a moment, Zhao Jing didn't know how to respond. He could only stand there stiffly, allowing himself to do whatever he wanted.

The East didn't seem to be satisfied yet, so in the end … He pushed the smell of blood into her mouth. The tongue that had sucked up all her blood was now moving wantonly around her mouth, constantly absorbing the fragrance and beauty that belonged to her. He put one hand around her slender waist and the other on the back of her head, not allowing her to pull away.

For a moment, he actually thought of something. Although it wasn't the time to burn yet, it was still a taboo for him. An unknown weakness gradually emerged from his chest area. However, he did not know why this secret joy was revealed at the end of the abyss.

Zhao Jing felt as if he had been bewitched. Wasn't this man a martial general? Why did she overturn all of her feelings for the military general? He knew how to play chess, he knew how to tease people, and now even his soul had been taken away by Ye Zichen. She panted heavily, unable to move as he held her in his arms. However, because of this, it seemed as if his hands had moved away from her pain, and her angina pectoris had become much lighter.

"Does it still hurt?" In the end, he released her, pressing his forehead against hers. His voice had an indescribably quiet and hoarse tone, making it hard to describe what he felt. It made one's hair stand on end when they listened to him.

Zhao Jing's mind was still somewhat muddled, but he only leaned against his chest and did not say a word. The pain had almost taken half of her life, and now she didn't even have the strength to speak. She just wanted to stay here quietly, that was all!

Dongfang Wenming saw that she was very weak in his arms, so he didn't say anything more. He stretched out his hand to stop the blanket on the soft couch from covering her, allowing Zhao Jing to fall into a deep sleep for the night in his embrace. She had slept in his embrace so many times over the years that even Zhao Jing couldn't count anymore. She was afraid that at the very end, she would unconsciously turn this warmth into a habit.

Therefore, Zhao Jing had been restraining himself this entire time. However, this person was well versed in the major matters of the world. He played with power techniques, but he didn't know what was on the young girl's mind. Thus, he blindly came over and messed up her mind. She raised her head to look at him. The faint mark on her neck was only an outline. She could not help but smile.

The bosom of the East was warm!

After daybreak, only Zhao Jing was left lying on the soft couch, resting. There was no trace of Dongfang Wenming by his side. There seemed to still be some of his aura remaining in the hall, but the temperature around him had long since disappeared. Zhao Jing tightly wrapped the blanket around his body, and an air of frost that hadn't disappeared for a long time appeared in his eyes.

Today was the Hall Competition. Although Qi Yunshan was not in the capital, most of the civil officials in the imperial court were from the Qi Party. They had already passed the test. Previously, Shi Zhonggu had been in charge of the Autumn Competition, so it was not up to them to make decisions. Now, it was up to Zhao Jing to make decisions. Even Shi Zhonggu only stood to the side and watched coldly. That was all!

Dongfang Wenming didn't show up, so the top three rankings for the Hall Competition were quickly posted at the bottom of the Imperial City.

Champion: Geng Weizheng.

Rankings Eye: Lu Annio.

Flowers Exploring: Huo Wugou

Other than Geng Weizheng, Lu Anniang and Huo Wugou had also shown their faces at the poetry meet, so it wasn't that rare for their names to appear on the rankings. No one had thought that he would suddenly become the top scholar. For a time, the crowd was full of discussion, thinking, who was this Geng Weizheng? They hadn't even seen his face before, so why did he suddenly become the chief?

After the announcement of the results, the puppet emperor, Zhao Jing, was no longer of any use. Thus, Zhao Jing could only stand at the street's entrance with his hands on his hips. He looked at the crowd gathered around the front of the list, and a slight frown appeared on his forehead. What was the use of the current glory? The future in the future, wasn't it playing chess with others?

Not far away, Wen Rusheng stood with his hands behind his back. Zhao Jing saw him, but he didn't greet him. Instead, he turned around and left. When she turned around, Wen Rusheng also turned around, but she couldn't see Zhao Jing.

"Young master, what's wrong?" The scenery asked.

Wen Rusheng's expression turned slightly startled, as though she had sensed something. "Nothing."

After watching the liveliness, Zhao Jing returned to the Full Moon Restaurant. Since the Autumn Competition had ended and there was still no news of Zhong Fu, she was naturally anxious. As soon as he sat down, Jing Hong, dressed in the clothes of a waiter, pushed the door open under Li Yiheng's nose.

"Young master!" Ye Zichen bowed.

Zhao Jing nodded slightly. "Have you found him yet?"

Jing Hong shook his head. "Our people have always been guarding outside Spring Breeze Paradise, but we didn't reap any rewards. I had no choice but to investigate it myself. However, after searching through the entire Spring Breeze Paradise, I couldn't find the person that the young master is looking for, so … " Jing Hong didn't finish his sentence.

In fact, even if she hadn't said it, Zhao Jing was well aware of the situation. He wanted to say whether or not Zhao Jing had made a mistake. Although the rouge was most likely used by the people from Pear Garden, and the probability of it being the Spring Breeze Paradise was greater, it was still inference. In the end, they had not seen it with their own eyes, so it could not be counted!

"Did he really guess wrongly?" Wei Shuge hesitated for a while. "If it wasn't Spring Breeze Park, where would we be locked in? The entire capital city had been overturned by the Residence of Regent and the Prime Minister, why couldn't they find anyone? [I don't think the Crown Prince would make such a ruckus like this. He just left some imprint on the letter for no reason. Is it just for fun?]

Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes. Where was Zhong Fu hiding? Could it be that he was hiding under his own eyelids? After thinking for a moment, Zhao Jing looked around. "Then why don't we think about it. If you were the mastermind behind this, where would you hide the crown prince to arouse the suspicion of the Regent's Estate and the Prime Minister's Estate?"

Everyone was speechless, and for a moment, no one could think of a reason.

In Zhao Jing's mind, Zhong Fu was a very insightful person, uninhibited and somewhat … The look of a scoundrel. No matter where he was, he would not let himself be taken advantage of, so he must be hiding in that corner now, waiting to escape. He loved freedom so much that he could not even stay in Phoenix City. How could he possibly be someone else's captive peacefully?

"Watch carefully!" Zhao Jing came back to his senses. "If you see that something is wrong, then you will stir up some trouble. You don't have to do it yourself!" She looked at him meaningfully. "Do you understand?"

Jing Hong nodded. "Understood!" She couldn't stay any longer, so she saluted and left.

There were so many people searching for Zhong Fu in the capital, so Zhao Jing didn't dare to take the lead. Otherwise, if he didn't get his hands on the man by then, he would be exposed. Jing Hong and the rest were her eyes and ears buried in the Imperial City. She absolutely could not allow anyone to discover them prematurely. Otherwise, no matter who it was, they would all have the ability to force the young Emperor, Zhao Jing, into a corner. Even more of them had reached Qi Yunshan's ears. Zhao Jing would only die without a complete corpse!

Even Dongfang Wenming and Ke Bo Ling couldn't find him. This hidden hand was indeed powerful. At the same time, it also proved that this person's brain and skills were truly top-notch. What was his purpose? Why? If he had plotted against the River and Mountain Painting, Zhao Jing was afraid that he would lose to the point where not even his bones would remain!

But at this moment, where was Zhong Fu?

Actually, Zhong Fu's days weren't too good either. He initially thought that Zhong Fu was a snake trying to take advantage of those girls, but now these people seemed to have come to life and pounced on him. Although these women were alluring and charming, each with a beautiful figure, Zhong Fu could only feel disgust towards them. He had barely managed to deal with them for two days, and now, he could no longer hold back.

"Like I said, I don't like to have outsiders around when I take a bath. Don't you understand?" Zhong Fu gritted his teeth.

The ladies didn't mind, as Zhong Fu had been doing for the past few days. "Then please give us the clothes. You can wash them however long you want!"

Zhong Fu threw his clothes out, "All of you, get out!"

The door closed, and the corner of Zhong Fu's mouth twitched in anger as he soaked in the bathtub. He ruthlessly rubbed the scars left on his body by those girls. This bunch of idiots thought that just because they took his clothes, he couldn't run away? He was the young master of Phoenix City, what could he do without clothes? Picking up a tablecloth, he wrapped it around his waist and quietly opened the window.