Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 100

The Prince Regent dismissed his nephew and turned his gaze to the young man sleeping soundly beside him, a smile playing on his lips. He reached out, touching the other’s earlobe, and chuckled, “Truly fascinating.”

Despite feeling repulsed by contact with others, this person was different. Could this be what they call destiny? It didn’t matter. Keeping him here was enough.

When Jiang Chenyi awoke, he found himself lying next to the Prince Regent, one arm wrapped around his waist and a leg draped over him. Jiang Chenyi thought, “I’m doomed!”

Meng Loudi was sleeping peacefully, leaning on his arm, eyes closed, looking serene and beautiful. Jiang Chenyi held his breath, observing him. Those eyelashes were so long and curled. This man was truly handsome. No matter how you looked at it, his face was exceptionally attractive-graceful and elegant yet not lacking in strength. Perhaps it was because he had spent time on the battlefield? It was said that Prince Fu’an had spent three years on the battlefield when he was just a teenager.

What kind of person was Prince Fu’an? Jiang Chenyi had only heard of his exploits. Now, Prince Fu’an was already twenty, the same age as him. But he had been in the political arena for five years, assisting the young emperor since he was eight, securing his position in the imperial court. He was strong, frighteningly so. It was said that from a young age, he was extraordinary, unlike anyone else.

As the youngest son of the Imperial Noble Consort, his older brother died in fratricide, persecuted by the previous emperor. He avoided the struggle for the throne, becoming one of the four remaining princes. Six years ago, three princes conspired to rebel. The emperor was surrounded and killed by rebel forces, but Meng Loudi rescued the young crown prince, and six months later, led troops to quell the rebellion, personally executing his three brothers. He was ruthless.

Jiang Chenyi opened his eyes. Meng Loudi was different from him. This Prince Fu’an was not peaceful, but rather plagued with misfortune.

The person beside him suddenly let out a hum, pulling Jiang Chenyi close, naturally nuzzling against his neck, affectionately murmuring, “Chenyi~”

Everything felt so natural, even giving Jiang Chenyi the illusion that they were meant to be this way. He shifted uneasily, whispering, “Prince, I’m hungry.”

He was truly hungry; he had only nibbled at lunch before being taught by the governesses how to hold chopsticks, how to eat…

Meng Loudi lifted his head from Jiang Chenyi’s neck, looked at him, feeling content, and placed a kiss on the young man’s lips. Both were startled. The young man widened his eyes, staring at the Prince Regent’s slightly surprised expression. That action felt as natural as water flowing.

Meng Loudi suddenly laughed, leaning gently against the other’s shoulder, saying softly, “Hungry? It’s not time yet. I’ll have them send some pastries over for you to nibble on.”

“Okay.” Jiang Chenyi felt a bit embarrassed by the other’s warm words, yet also reassured by his gentle treatment.

Then, the two sat at the golden nanmu table, facing four plates of pastries. The Prince Regent propped his chin, staring at the other.

Jiang Chenyi asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No, go ahead and eat.” Meng Loudi replied with a smile. The more he looked, the more he liked him. Could it be that this person had cast a spell on him? If he ever found out the truth, he’d surely skin this audacious fellow alive.

Having never been so close to anyone, Meng Loudi now felt addicted. From a young age, he was peculiar, disliking contact with others, even his own mother. After experiencing two instances of fratricide, he became more gloomy and violent, intolerant of any filth. His heart constantly churned with resentment and disgust, finding fault with everything.

But now, looking at Jiang Chenyi, his mood improved significantly.

Jiang Chenyi picked up a piece of egg yolk pastry, placing it in his mouth, soft and slightly sandy, sweet and delicious. His eyes lit up as he finished the pastry.

Meng Loudi stared intently at him.

Jiang Chenyi picked up another pastry, offering it to the other, smiling, “Prince, try this. It’s delicious.”

The Prince Regent raised his conversation from the morning, the young man felt like crying without tears. Was he sacrificing his body for his life?

Rumor had it that Prince Fu’an was impotent, so was he supposed to do it himself?

Jiang Chenyi’s thoughts wandered. If he could do this and that to the man, it would be incredible. His face turned beet red.

Meng Loudi watched the other’s embarrassed expression, slowly releasing his hand, his tone gentle, “See, it’s clean now.”

“Uh-huh, yes.” Jiang Chenyi withdrew his hand, feeling utterly flustered.

Meng Loudi looked at him, his lips curving, “I want more.”

It sounded almost like he was being coquettish.

Jiang Chenyi swallowed, picked up another pastry, and offered it to his lips, “Please enjoy.”

Meng Loudi held his wrist, rubbing it, “From now on, Chenyi, let’s speak casually with each other. After all, you’re special, right?”

Special. Once you become special, you’re distinctly different from everyone else.

Jiang Chenyi swallowed, “Yes, Prince Fu’an, you’re also special to me.”

Meng Loudi smiled contentedly. That was enough.

Jiang Chenyi nervously fed the Prince Regent, who enjoyed the other’s service with ease.

After feeding him one by one, Meng Loudi gracefully wiped his lips with a cloth, saying, “No more, Chenyi, go ahead and eat.”

“Yes.” Jiang Chenyi breathed a sigh of relief. Serving the other was exhausting.

The Prince Regent sat across from him, watching his every move.

With delicious food, Jiang Chenyi’s vigilance dropped sharply. After finishing the pastries, Meng Loudi took a pile of books from the shelf, placing them in front of Jiang, smiling, “Chenyi, after eating, take a look at these.”

“Hmm, what are they?” Jiang took them, flipping through a page, puzzled, then flipped two more pages.

Jiang suddenly closed the book, looking at Meng Loudi, stammering, “What’s this for?”

Meng Loudi watched him, smiling, “Chenyi, this is the imperial palace. What kind of man can stay here?”

Though he was smiling, the feeling was dangerous.

Jiang Chenyi gripped the book tightly.

The man, as beautiful as a deity, spoke softly, “Besides us, the naturally born imperial family, those who can stay here are only two kinds of people: those like Qingxiu, the guards; and the eunuchs.”

Jiang Chenyi instinctively glanced at his lower half.

The man chuckled, his voice low, “But with me, there’s an exception. For special people, there’s special treatment. Chenyi, you should know what I want, right? Since you haven’t run away, be prepared.”

Jiang Chenyi: I really, really don’t know what you want!

It seemed Meng Loudi was craving his pure body!

Though it was unclear who would suffer more.

The Prince Regent stood up, extending his arm, covering the young man’s hand, gently stroking the back of his hand, smiling, “Chenyi, do something for me. Hopefully, tonight will be a pleasant experience.”

“…Yes.”

The young man’s shy expression pleased Meng Loudi. He straightened up, smiling, “I should go see Your Majesty. Chenyi, study well.”

“Mm.” Jiang Chenyi clutched the picture album, wishing he could bury himself in the ground.

The Prince Regent left gracefully, and Jiang Chenyi stared at the book, trembling as he opened the pages again.

Rumor had it that Meng Loudi was impotent. So, how were they supposed to do it?

The young man’s soul felt like it was leaving his body. Would they have to use some unconventional method?

After all, he couldn’t imagine that man being subordinate.

Jiang Chenyi studied the book. It was supposed to contain some obscure and suggestive terms, and he was quite receptive to them.

Looking at the illustrations, Jiang Chenyi ate pastries, occasionally exclaiming in surprise.

“Oh my, this position would break your back!” He commented, blushing.

As he ate, the Prince Regent returned.

Meng Loudi was in a foul mood; his foolish nephew was learning too slowly.

In the end, it was because he was too young, lacking the necessary cunning.

Tsk.

If he didn’t master those things, he couldn’t pass the reins to Meng Xiujin.

It seemed he needed at least another year to hone Meng Xiujin’s character.

The more he thought, the worse it seemed.

For his nephew, for the Dowager Consort’s last wish, he had to stay in a place he loathed.

Meng Loudi was now so angry he wanted to kill someone.

But entering his palace, seeing the young man diligently studying at the table, his pent-up anger suddenly dissipated, like air escaping a balloon.

Meng Loudi entered, gently closing the door, leaving his attendants outside.

Here, it was just the two of them.

If he had met Jiang Chenyi earlier, would his life have been better?

Would his miserable twenty years have been different?

The Prince Regent chuckled softly.

He was crazy.

To think of such unrealistic things.

He walked quietly toward Jiang Chenyi.

Jiang Chenyi bit his nails, looking at the illustrations, his mind filled with thoughts of him and Meng Loudi.

If it were like this, he’d surely die.

Ahhh!

Jiang Chenyi saw the Prince Regent approaching quietly.

In that moment, Jiang Chenyi felt an illusion that the other was a predator.

That silent, slowly encroaching predator.

Meng Loudi’s finger tapped on the page, “Studying so diligently? Truly, Chenyi is working hard. Next, let’s dine together.”

His eyes curved, looking harmless.

“After I finish my remaining tasks, we’ll check Chenyi’s progress.”

“Mm.” Jiang Chenyi lowered his head, blushing furiously, whispering a response.

He was truly embarrassed.

The Prince Regent enjoyed the other’s embarrassed expression, feeling fulfilled.

Next, little by little, he would devour this person.

It should be quite delicious.