Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 98

Jiang Chenyi swallowed and opened his mouth, saying, “Today, young scholars will tell everyone a story. It’s said that once upon a time in the South, there was a major household with a young master, graceful as a jade tree facing the wind…”

The Prince Regent listened and tapped on the table again.

Jiang paused, his heart pounding as he looked towards him.

The Prince Regent said, “Can you make it more explicit?”

His phoenix eyes gazed at the young scholar, his tone inexplicable, “Now, there are only the two of us in this grand hall. Once you finish the story to my satisfaction, you can rest. Otherwise, do you want to talk all night?”

Jiang Chenyi was speechless.

He wanted to fight this man.

All this talk about being explicit, God, such a man assisting the emperor, it’s really killing me!

But patience leads to greater plans.

Jiang endured the humiliation, and the words that came out of his mouth were indeed more sultry and explicit.

The Prince Regent was pleased.

He just stared straight at Jiang Chenyi, and Jiang was stared back just as intensely.

That piercing gaze made the young man extremely nervous, especially since the two were alone in a room.

Jiang kept talking non-stop, his mind racing.

If something really happened, he’d be utterly helpless.

Speaking of which.

How did he get here?

Jiang Chenyi barely finished the story, his body drenched in sweat.

Meng Loudi watched the young man, beads of sweat on his forehead, and frowned, “Alright, go bathe and then rest.”

“Yes.” Jiang knelt on the ground, feeling his knees might shatter.

He hadn’t gotten up from the ground when he heard footsteps and looked up.

The Prince Regent descended from the soft couch and looked at him, “Why aren’t you getting up? Do you expect me to help you?”

“No, no.” Jiang shakily stood up.

“Follow me.” Meng Loudi walked inside.

Jiang followed him cautiously.

They entered an inner room, which turned out to be a hot spring pool.

Jiang was shocked.

Meng Loudi looked at him with that silly expression, pointed to a bath barrel next to him, and said, “You wash there, make sure to clean yourself thoroughly.”

“Yes.” Jiang obediently agreed.

Then the Prince Regent stripped off his clothes and entered the hot spring.

Jiang sneaked a peek at his jade-like body before plunging into the bath barrel.

It really was different.

Jiang soaked in the water, his heart aching.

What sins had he committed to suffer such misfortune?

Kneeling on the ground telling stories, even about men’s private matters.

It’s really too much.

Meng Loudi entered the hot spring, leaning against the edge.

He had a deep obsession with cleanliness, unable to even accept others’ service.

Today, for the first time, someone had stayed so long in his territory.

That fool, looking at him, was not so annoying.

The Prince Regent closed his eyes, not thinking he was a cursed lone star…

Jiang Chenyi finished bathing, wiped himself with a towel nearby, and redressed.

While the Prince Regent remained quietly in the water, like a statue of white jade, eyes closed, leaning against the side.

His wet black hair floated in the water.

He looked incredibly handsome.

Jiang watched for a while, seeing that the other was still motionless, he cautiously approached, calling out, “My Lord? Prince Fu’an?”

“What is it?” The Prince Regent lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes looking at him.

Jiang’s heart skipped a beat, “Well, staying too long in the water is bad for health, it’s so late, and catching a cold would be awful, right?”

As a mere commoner, he really didn’t know how to interact with such people.

What to say, what to do?

He was clueless.

The Prince Regent tilted his head, looking to the side, then suddenly said, “Do you want me to come out?”

“Ah, well, yes, after all, having wet hair for too long can cause a cold,” Jiang Chenyi replied casually, trying to flatter.

Meng Loudi’s lips curved, a seductive look in his eyes, “Are you concerned about me?”

“Ah, well, yes.” Jiang dared not say no.

What if saying no got him killed?

“Then wash my hair, and once it’s clean, I’ll naturally come out,” the Prince Regent smiled.

Jiang Chenyi was speechless.

So the reason he stayed in the water, not wanting to get out, was that he didn’t want to wash his hair?!

If only he had said so earlier!

“I would have done it!”

“What should I use to wash it?”

Jiang looked at the assortment of bottles and jars, unsure of what to do.

If it were him, just a simple rice water rinse would do, but for Prince Fu’an, that wouldn’t suffice.

“That one.” Meng Loudi pointed to a box nearby.

He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do now.

But having the young man wash his hair seemed somehow bearable.

“Alright, My Lord, please go there now.”

Near the hot spring, there was a stool and running water, the place for washing hair, where dirty water would flow out through a small hole in the corner of the room.

The Prince Regent stood, directly putting on his robe.

The white garment clung to his skin, outlining his form.

The young man picked up a soapberry ointment nearby.

Scooping out a small piece, he placed it in his hand; the light yellow ointment smelled of herbs.

Jiang Chenyi approached the Prince Regent from behind, leaning slightly forward, and began applying it to the dark hair.

Meng Loudi’s body tensed, then he tried to relax.

Regardless, the touch wasn’t as bad as he expected.

The Prince Regent felt the soft touches on his scalp, closing his eyes.

No disgust, no revulsion, no brutality.

A touchable existence.

Jiang carefully washed the dark hair.

Not to mention, if he damaged even a single hair, he might as well say goodbye to his own head.

Jiang Chenyi silently wept.

His fingers gently worked through every strand, and after thoroughly cleaning, Jiang scooped water from the long pipe to rinse the Prince Regent’s hair.

The water flow was ingeniously made to resemble a winding stream, extending out of the room.

The water was warm.

Jiang secretly sighed, just this stream required how much manpower and resources.

Indeed, it was the imperial family.

After washing, Jiang took a soft, white silk towel nearby and gently dried the Prince Regent’s wet hair.

His movements were careful, but he occasionally touched Meng Loudi’s body unintentionally.

Each time this happened, the Prince Regent fell into conflicting thoughts.

Should he throw this audacious person out or let him continue serving?

Tolerable contact was exceedingly rare.

For a long time, no one had been able to touch him.

Even his nephew wasn’t allowed.

As Meng Loudi struggled internally, Jiang had already dried the hair, looking at the man with a frosty face, Jiang gently called out, “My Lord?”

“Hmm, let’s go, it’s time to rest,” the Prince Regent stood up and walked outside.

Jiang followed him.

The two went straight into the Prince Regent’s bedroom.

Before entering, Meng Loudi looked at him, scanning him up and down, and said, “Take off your clothes.”

“Ah?” Jiang instinctively wanted to protect himself.

The Prince Regent said in a low voice, “Do you want to bring clothes soaked with your sweat into my bedroom?”

“No, no, just, I don’t have to go in, right? Isn’t there a side chamber? I can sleep outside,” Jiang awkwardly smiled.

“There’s no such thing, if you don’t take off your clothes and come in, then sleep on the floor,” the Prince Regent walked in, leaving Jiang staring at his damp robe, his heart filled with resentment.

Dog man, oh!

Wearing wet clothes, yet he complains about dirtiness!!!

No, no, why dog man?

This is an outrageous crime, an outrageous crime, he must endure, if he curses out loud, it’s over.

Jiang finished his grumbling internally, looking at the bare floor, he didn’t want to sleep there.

So, he could only take off his clothes, and well, pants, those he could keep.

Jiang Chenyi still needed some dignity.

The young man walked in cautiously, not daring to go far, just standing at the doorway.

Meng Loudi had already removed his wet clothes, putting on his nightclothes, looking at the man at the door, his lips turning downwards.

They said to strip naked, this person, does he not understand?

Or is he tired of living?

The Prince Regent tilted his head and said, “Get in here.”

The young man walked in, saying, “I…”

“Sleep there.” The Prince Regent raised his hand, pointing to a soft couch at the foot of his bed.

Perhaps it was used for changing clothes or something.

And now, he was letting Jiang Chenyi sleep there.

Jiang Chenyi was silent. “Yes.”

It was definitely intentional!

Speaking of which, what had he done wrong?

Jiang, fully dressed, sat down neatly on the soft couch.

It was covered with a soft mat, quite nice, but it seemed the lord had no intention of offering him a blanket.

Meng Loudi watched the very obedient, almost rigid young man, his teeth itching with irritation.

He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do now.

Both wanting contact and wanting to kick the person out.

He changed into his clothes, blew out the candle, and went to bed.

Jiang lay on the soft couch, feeling his life was genuinely in danger.

Now that no one was watching him, the young man finally had a chance to think about what had happened to him.

He was clearly drinking in the yard, how did he end up here?

Here, in the place where the Prince Regent lived.

Reportedly, Prince Fu’an, the Regent, was staying in the imperial palace.

Jiang, nervous, wanted to bite his nails. Was he really in the imperial palace?

God, was this really bad luck, or was it good fortune?

But it was already very late, and after all this commotion, Jiang soon fell asleep.

Meng Loudi lay in bed, usually falling asleep quickly, although he would get furious over the day’s filth and the court and border troubles, but it wouldn’t last long.

He lay with his eyes open, staring at the bed canopy.

He felt uncomfortable again.

Seeing that young scholar today, he felt they should be closer.

But closer how?

The kind of closeness that allows approaching within a step, or the closeness of skin contact.

Rarely conflicted, the Prince Regent soon suffered from insomnia.

He lay with his eyes open, staring upwards.

Then, in the quiet of the night, the breathing of the young man lying at the foot of the bed became very clear.

Meng Loudi listened, slowly their breathing overlapped.

He felt a ticklish sensation in his heart.

The Prince Regent got out of bed, and in the darkness, walked to the soft couch at the foot of the bed.

His eyes, adjusted to the dark, could see the other clearly.

The young man lay on the soft couch, curled up.

Although the room wasn’t cold, it was still night.

The Prince Regent looked at him and scoffed, “Really foolish, can’t you ask for help?”

When Jiang Chenyi woke up thoroughly refreshed, he found himself lying on an intricately carved jade bed, his hand on someone’s waist, in an extremely intimate posture.

But the scary part was.

In that moment, Jiang Chenyi felt this posture was very harmonious.

Damn it, he was in trouble.

He stiffened, not knowing what to do.

Could it really be that this man, second only to the emperor, had brought him onto the bed?

Or was it that he was freezing last night, and then climbed onto the bed in a daze?

The soft couch wasn’t high, just a small climb to get on the bed, then a little crawling.

Jiang despaired, not even three lives would be enough if he were to be beheaded.

Or would he be buried alive?

Oh, mother.