Chapter 117
Chapter 117: Could You Be Any More Shameless?
The two of them started squabbling back and forth like kids, and the room quickly turned into absolute chaos — like chickens flying and dogs jumping everywhere.
Shangguan Ye toyed with Murong Qiufeng like a cat teasing a ruffled kitten. He leapt around, stirring things up even more every chance he got. Murong Qiufeng’s face flushed red with anger, but despite his fury, he still held back each strike, never going all in. That silent indulgence only fueled Shangguan Ye’s mischief.
Eventually, Murong Qiufeng was pushed to the brink and drew his concealed soft sword from his waist.
The commotion immediately alerted the Imperial Guards. Murong Qiufeng had shouted with internal force, his voice practically piercing the heavens.
Everyone who heard the bellowed, “Shangguan Ye, I’ll kill you!” turned pale, assuming an assassination attempt was underway. The guard commander hurriedly led his men toward the disturbance, panic written all over their faces.
But before they could even step into the Lanxin Palace, the roof of one of the rooms suddenly burst open. Two figures—one in black, the other in white—shot into the air like bolts of lightning. They twisted and turned mid-air, sometimes chasing, sometimes tangling with each other.
Seeing the two blurred forms, the commander froze. The one in black had to be the prince. And the white figure… today the only one around him wearing white was Murong Qiufeng. But if that was really him—then what the hell was going on?
“Hold your position,” he quickly ordered, stopping the tense guards behind him. With the palace under threat of frequent assassins lately, everyone’s nerves were stretched thin.
The guards didn’t know what was happening, but the commander had already figured it out. The two figures looked fierce, but it was obvious they were more like playfighting. If this were a real duel, why would the prince be dodging all over the place?
“How pitiful,” a lazy voice chimed in.
The commander turned in shock and found someone standing right beside him, completely unnoticed until now. The guards behind him instinctively reached for their blades, startled.
He quickly raised his hand to stop them and looked at the man with a mix of surprise and admiration. Just how skilled is this guy, to sneak up on us like that?
“Oh, Brother Chanyang, what are you doing here?”
Chanyang raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the rooftop, as if to say, Wouldn’t I be here if I hadn’t heard all the ruckus?
“You said something was pitiful just now. You know what’s going on?”
Chanyang turned, a cryptic smile on his baby face. He blinked and said, “Oh, nothing. His Highness has taken a recent liking to sparring with Young Master Murong. This is probably just a sudden whim. Disperse, all of you. His Highness doesn’t like being watched.”
As for that “pitiful” comment, he hadn’t been talking about the prince—but Murong Qiufeng. Such a gentle, mild-tempered man, and even he had been provoked into a full-blown meltdown. That shout just now practically screamed mental breakdown. Who knew what outrageous nonsense his master had pulled this time? To drive someone like Murong Qiufeng to snap like that—it had to be next-level torment.
Poor guy. The prince has been repressing his mischief for over twenty years, and now he’s dumping it all on you.
After lingering on the rooftop for a bit longer, the two figures dove back into the room.
With Chanyang’s explanation, the commander and his men returned to their posts, while Chanyang stayed behind, grinning sneakily as he crept over to eavesdrop.
Inside, amid the wreckage, Murong Qiufeng’s soft sword shot straight at Shangguan Ye.
But just when he thought Shangguan Ye would dodge again, the man suddenly stopped moving.
Seeing the tip of the sword about to hit him, Murong Qiufeng’s eyes widened in panic. He tried to pull back, but it was too late. He spun on his heel and twisted his body, redirecting the sword midair and letting it fly from his hand. But the momentum sent him tumbling backward.
Almost like he’d planned it, Shangguan Ye opened his arms with a mischievous smile, ready to catch his “beloved” mid-fall.
Murong Qiufeng landed right in his embrace. Before he could even react, he felt a sharp tingle at his waist. Shangguan Ye used the moment to spin them around and roll them onto the one bed in the room that hadn’t been destroyed.
On top, naturally, was Shangguan Ye.
Furious, Murong Qiufeng opened his mouth to yell—but Shangguan Ye silenced him with a kiss.
Shoving him away in a rage, Murong Qiufeng grabbed whatever he could find and hurled it at him. “You bastard! You pervert!”
Shangguan Ye let out a dramatic “Ow!”, pretending to be hit by a pillow and collapsing onto the bed. His hand got tangled in the blanket and he cried, “Oh no!”
Murong Qiufeng had lost all composure. Gone was the usual refined, elegant young lord. Now, wielding a pillow like a weapon, he pounded Shangguan Ye relentlessly. He couldn’t bear to hit him for real—but he also couldn’t just let this go. The guy was just too damn shameless.
Knowing he had pushed too far, Shangguan Ye quickly tried to make peace. He ripped open the blanket, pulled Murong Qiufeng into a tight hug, and let him vent, murmuring, “Alright, alright. I surrender. I was wrong. You can punish me however you want.”
He even tilted his cheek toward him. “Go ahead, slap me if it helps.”
Murong Qiufeng looked at that annoyingly innocent face, filled with cheeky shamelessness. He gritted his teeth, pushed the face away, and snarled, “Let me go.”
Shangguan Ye beamed, leaning in again. “Give me a kiss and I will.”
Murong Qiufeng’s eyebrows shot up, and he smashed a pillow right into Shangguan Ye’s face, scowling, “Could you be any more shameless?”
Still hugging him tightly, Shangguan Ye laughed roguishly, “Absolutely. I can be as shameless as you want. Want a demo right now?”
“You… you…” Murong Qiufeng choked on his anger, finally understanding the saying, a truly shameless man is invincible. He turned away, deciding it wasn’t worth it, and reached to climb off the bed.
But as soon as his hand touched the mattress, he froze.
Shangguan Ye, still grinning, was about to pull him back in for another round of teasing when Murong Qiufeng turned around, holding something in his hand, his expression suddenly grave.
“I think we found something.”
Shangguan Ye looked over. In his hand was a piece of paper.
Snatching it up for a closer look, Shangguan Ye’s smile faded. The stamp on the paper was unmistakable—it belonged exclusively to the Military Administration Office. Next to it were detailed records of how the stamp was made, including materials and craftsmanship, and the identity of the maker.
The two exchanged a look and quickly got off the bed. Scattered among the bedding were dozens of pages—some bearing official stamps, others handwritten letters.
They hurriedly gathered everything. There were dozens of pages, seemingly a full collection of various official seals. The letters, meanwhile, were all held by Shangguan Ye.
His face darkened as he read the names on the envelopes. He handed the letters to Murong Qiufeng, then stepped forward and yanked off the thick mattress cover.
Feathers flew everywhere. Hidden within them were several thin blue booklets, each only ten or so pages, but thin enough to have remained undetected.
This was no accidental find.
