Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Murong Ling lifted his head and noticed Lu Yeming standing right in front of him. Within seconds, Lu Yeming had acted, protecting Jun Xiqing behind his tall build.

The corners of Murong Ling’s lips kicked up, revealing a slight smile on his devilishly charming face. “West Duke, you’re really petty. Men are bros forever and women are just like clothes that could be switched out anytime. Just let me take a look at her!”

With that, Murong Ling moved swiftly, stretching out his arm to pass by Lu Yeming, reaching for Jun Xiqing.

But Lu Yeming moved even more quickly than Murong Ling, grasping Jun Xiqing’s svelte waist to pull her into his embrace, his other arm striking Murong Ling’s chest with a swift motion, bringing about a sudden strong gust of wind.

Murong Ling staggered backwards.

“Third Prince!” The royal guards ran over to check on him.

“I’m fine, leave us.” Murong Ling signaled for everyone to leave. “West Duke, you’ve won again!”

Lu Yeming gave Murong Ling an impassive glance. Meanwhile, Jun Xiqing stretched her arm out, pushing Lu Yeming away so that she could get out of his embrace, taking two steps backwards.

He glanced at her.

“Miss Jun must be tired. Bring Miss Jun to her room to have some rest,” Murong Ling ordered.

“Miss Jun, this way please.”

…

The maid brought Jun Xiqing into the Palace, passing by the lobby and heading for the luxury room.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks in the lobby.

Jun Xiqing lifted her head, a huge painting in the middle of the lobby—-The Dragon Totem.

She had seen this Dragon Totem somewhere.

It was on Lu Yeming’s back. The Dragon Totem on his back was the exact one as the huge Dragon Totem painting in this Palace!

“Miss Jun, what are you looking at?” the maid asked.

Jun Xiqing’s heart raced, she had discovered another secret again.

She had many questions in her head. And this secret was able to answer most of the questions she had.

“Why is the Dragon Totem here?”

“Miss Jun, the Murong family has been rulers for generations. It is said that the chosen one would have a Dragon Totem on their body, this was the symbolism of the purest, most supreme bloodline and absolute power.”

Jun Xiqing’s pupils contracted. So… it was indeed like that…

Lu Yeming really wasn’t Lu Jinwen and Lin Xuanji’s son!

He was the son of the King of Country A!

He was the chosen one!

Was he even aware of that?

He brought Madam Xuanji to Country A when he was 18, had he already known that it was his country?

Had he already talked to Lu Jinwen about it?

What kind of deal did they make?

Did Madam Xuanji know about it?

Did Madam Xuanji know that her son had already passed away the moment she gave birth to him?

There were too many questions running through her mind and Jun Xiqing closed her eyes warily. If anything, she only knew a small sliver of the truth.

The question that bothered her the most was, why didn’t he go back and acknowledge his roots and ancestors?

Was it… because of… Sister Mo’er?

Jun Xiqing opened her eyes, glancing over at the maid. “Is Third Prince King Murong’s son?”

The maid was about to speak when someone appeared. It was Murong Ling.

“Third Prince.”

Murong waved his hand, dismissing the maid. “Leave.”

“Yes.”

The maid left them and Murong Ling came in front, stopping beside Jun Xiqing. He had his arms behind his back, looking at the huge painting of the Dragon Totem in the lobby. “My father is the King’s biological younger brother, that makes me the nephew of the King.

“The Murong family has only one son every generation. The King only has one son, which is the crown prince of Country A. However, this crown prince disappeared 24 years ago, the royal family lost their only bloodline and my uncle fell sick shortly after that. This was why the dukes of Country A resort to power rivalry all these years and all of that violence ruined so many families and nations.”

Jun Xiqing was especially inspired by those words. He was right, all of that violence had indeed ruined so many families and nations. Country A needed a unification.

But who was going to lead it?

That person was certainly going to be the man with the Dragon Totem, the crown prince of Country A.

It was a shame, this person had made his name known at the young age of 18, spending only three years to become West Duke. He wielded a huge amount of power in his hands and could virtually do anything as he pleased.

However, he suddenly stopped, all because of Sister Mo’er’s health. Entering the Palace, he was just one stop away from unifying Country A.

But even this glorious journey to supremacy wasn’t as important to him as that precious someone he had been thinking of in his heart.

“Miss Jun, what relationship do you have with West Duke?” Murong Ling suddenly changed the topic and threw her a question.

“…”

But Jun Xiqing didn’t bother with him, she stretched her legs out to walk away.

“Miss Jun, judging by the way you walk, you seem to have lost your virginity to a man already. I can see that it was recent, was it just last night? And… Was it the West Duke?

“Miss Jun, you’re really… amazing. Hurry, tell me how did you manage to do it? Did you really take away the West Duke’s virginity?

“How was this little virgin in bed? Was he skillful?”

“…”

Murong Ling continued blabbering while following behind her, Jun Xiqing was really speechless.

“Miss Jun!” Murong Ling suddenly grasped her wrist.

Jun Xiqing was forced to stop in her tracks, turning back to look at her. “Third Prince, do you have anything else you need help with?”

Murong Ling looked at her with narrowed eyes, giving a devilish smile as he said, “I want to do you a favor, how about it?”

Jun Xiqing raised her brows. “What kind of favor?”

“You’ve slept with West Duke and I’ll let you sleep with me. This way, you can sleep with two of the most handsome guys in Country A and this is deserving of a reward of its own.”

“…”

Lunatic!

Jun Xiqing looked at Murong Ling, as though she was watching an idiot embarrass himself before she retracted her wrist forcibly.

She turned around. But the next moment, she froze. A tall figure stood in front, it was Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming’s gaze landed on her face first before it riveted on her wrist that had just been grasped by Murong Ling.

Another lunatic!

Pushing open the door, Jun Xiqing stepped inside the room.

…

In the luxurious room.

Jun Xiqing lifted her arm, taking off her white cloak. The room door opened and Lu Yeming stepped inside.

Hearing him approach, she instantly knitted her brows and shouted, “Get out!”

Clearly ignoring her, Lu Yeming closed the room door behind him, standing there with one hand in his pocket. With his other hand, he undid the top button of his shirt, revealing his sexy collarbones.

As he lifted his head to glance at her, the corners of his lips kicked up into a wry smile. “Go and wash yourself.”

“What?” Jun Xiqing was perplexed.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes, his gaze on her wrist. “Murong Ling just touched you there, go and wash it now.”

“…”

Was he serious? Jun Xiqing almost burst out into laughter. Murong Ling was relatives with him, they probably inherited the same mental illnesses.

Striding over, she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile. “Lu Yeming, f*ck you!”

As Lu Yeming lifted his head, he licked his lips. This action really made him exude a devilish charm.