Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 511 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 8

The next afternoon, Yun Chu took a nap in the warm room.

Bai Mo was called to the bedside and presented with painting supplies: "Your Highness mentioned yesterday that he wanted to see the Clivia in the garden."

He held his breath and concentrated, trying to put aside all distractions and focus on writing.

Ke Yunchu was lying on the soft couch, his clothes slightly disheveled, sipping a sip of wine with his chin propped up.

That idle posture was like a thorn, disturbing the tranquility that he was proud of.

However, as she glanced at the painting with a hint of drunkenness, her fingertips casually pointed at a rock in a corner of the painting: "Here... the ink is too heavy, it stales the atmosphere. I should use burnt and withered texture to bring out the bones, and then add some moss like stars, to show the gentleman's loneliness and ruggedness."

Bai Mo's hand holding the pen trembled suddenly!

This statement hit the nail on the head regarding his deep-seated concerns about the style of his writing, and was also a wonderful hint on technique!

Humiliation and astonishment collided fiercely in his chest. She actually pointed out his dilemma when he was sober while she was slightly drunk!

That night, the order to sleep with the emperor arrived at the studio. Bai Mo walked into the bedroom, which was just turning on the lights, feeling lost.

Yun Chu leaned against the brocade quilt and motioned him closer, "Mr. Bai's advice during the day was very good. How about tonight... could you add another touch to this palace?"

She tapped the blank scroll with her fingertips, her eyes lazy but with a sharp insight into everything.

Bai Mo's expression instantly faded, the painting's soul was exposed, and the person was also placed under scrutiny.

He was forced to write, and under the ambiguous candlelight, every stroke seemed to be dissecting his own soul.

That layer of detached mask was completely peeled off, and the sincere soul was exposed to her ambiguous gaze, feeling both embarrassed and... eager for her next "explanation".

***

next day

Gu Tingzhou knelt in front of the desk, presenting the newly checked account books with both hands, his fingertips cold from excessive tension.

Yun Chu lazily took it, his eyes seemingly glancing at the pages unintentionally. "Well, Mr. Gu has been a lot cleaner these past few days. Even the box of Baihe Fragrance Ink that was 'lost' in the corner of the warehouse, no one dared to pick it up."

Gu Tingzhou's blood froze instantly!

She really knows everything!

"Lost" was exactly what he had done that day in a hurry to protect himself! Cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt. "Your Highness... Your Highness, please understand!" He kowtowed, his voice trembling.

"Go away," Yun Chu said as he closed the account book. His tone was calm, but it was more terrifying than any reprimand. "After lunch tomorrow, come to the study and help me sort out the 'old accounts' from last year."

These light words struck Gu Tingzhou like a bolt of lightning—two years ago! That was when he was first placed in the position by the eldest princess, and it was also the time when he was most unscrupulous in his exploits!

Can she even dig up the accounts from that time?

At night, Gu Tingzhou was notified to sleep with the emperor.

He was led through the corridor by palace servants, and every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

The air in the bedroom was filled with incense. Yun Chu, draped in a gauze, was leaning on a soft couch, playing with a few glowing night pearls.

She raised her eyes, her expression indifferent yet oppressive. "If you can't sort out the accounts, you can't see the people clearly either. Mr. Gu, do you think that if a person can't even walk steadily on the road ahead, will they have the time to look back and look at the mess of the past?"

Gu Tingzhou fell to his knees, his fear making him unable to think: "Your Highness...Your Highness is right! I will never dare to...again..."

He spoke incoherently, and under the tremendous mental pressure, he collapsed and hoarsely spoke out the names and code words of several key people in the palace that the eldest princess asked him to monitor!

Yun Chu listened quietly, tapping the pearly surface with her fingertips. "Well, go back and rest. You don't have to deal with those accounts tomorrow."

Gu Tingzhou collapsed to the ground. After a huge fear, he unexpectedly felt a twisted sense of relief and... a sense of belonging? He was terrified by this feeling!

***

Shen Ji avoided Cheng En for several days on the grounds that he was "troubled by nightmares and was afraid of disturbing the phoenix carriage."

He sat alone at the end of a remote corridor, trying to find peace in the star map, but the cold and focused silhouette under the night clouds and the early moon was stubbornly imprinted in his mind, colliding violently with the image of his extravagance and debauchery during the day, tearing apart his cognition of his previous life.

The fierce conflict between the hatred of revenge and the confusion of the new life almost drove him crazy.

An irresistible order to sleep with the emperor brought him back to reality.

Shen Ji's footsteps seemed to be filled with lead, and he took root at the door of the gorgeous yet depressing bedroom.

The mixture of strong wine aroma and charming warm fragrance wrapped him like an invisible net, almost suffocating him.

Yun Chu lay lazily on the huge brocade couch. The layers of gauze curtains cast a hazy glow on her, adding a bit of enchanting drunkenness.

Her eyes, half-closed, moved like a deep pool of moonlight. Her gesture of waving at him carried an unmistakable, almost languid majesty.

"Come here..." She drew out the last syllable of her words, with a strong sense of drunkenness and a hint of... coquettishness?

To Shen Ji, this sounded like the whisper of a devil, in sharp conflict with the cold, focused, and almost pure silhouette in his memory under the moonlight.

The image of the arrogant and domineering princess during the day, now under the erosion of alcohol, revealed a dangerous and aggressive beauty that made Shen Ji's soul tremble.

The flames of revenge burned deep in his chest, clamoring to tear apart everything in front of him and wash away the humiliation of his past life.

However, the scene before him and the instinct rooted in this body, which was now subtly pulled by the other party's aura, intertwined into a tangled rope that tightly bound his reason.

The fear and submission in his new memories, and even a hint of instinctive attraction provoked by this twisted charm, which he absolutely did not want to admit, were all frantically eroding his will for revenge.

He almost moved forward, and every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

When he was about ten feet away from the couch, he stopped, his body straight but stiff, his eyes lowered, not daring to look at the figure that could easily disturb his mind, and could only focus on the intricate embroidery on the edge of the brocade couch.

"Mr. Shen... are you hiding from me?" Yun Chu's voice became clearer, with a hint of drunken innocence, but also a sharpness that left no room for misinterpretation.

She raised her body, and the wide collar slipped down, revealing a neck as white as snow and a delicate collarbone, which shone alluringly in the ambiguous candlelight.

She hooked her finger at him again, this time with a hint of impatience: "Come closer. Let me... take a good look at you."

Shen Ji's heart was beating wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

He slowly bent his knees and knelt on one knee on the cushion beside the couch.

This action implied submission, but it made every muscle in his body tense, like a fully drawn bow.

He still kept his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow like a feather fan, covering the surging undercurrent in his eyes.

Yun Chu's fingers, stained with bright red nail polish, carried the aroma of wine and warmth, and gently lifted Shen Ji's chin.

The cold touch made him tremble violently, forcing him to raise his eyes, and he met those blurred yet bottomless eyes.

Her fingertips were covered with thin calluses, but were extremely soft. She slowly stroked along his jawline, as if admiring a piece of exquisite porcelain, her movements frivolous and dangerous.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with her special warm fragrance invaded Shen Ji's breath domineeringly, and every inhalation made him dizzy.