What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?

Chapter 476 - 461: Different Paths – Original Story Extra (Part 3)

The snow presses on the Vermilion Pavilion, beautiful and translucent.It reminds her of winters in the Vermilion Pavilion.

In the Vermilion Pavilion, her elder sister lives, the most beautiful girl in the entire Capital City.

Her elder sister fears the heat, never letting the fire burn too warmly even in deep winter, and she always loves to sit under the porch.

Every year, the fur sent by their father and brother from Liangzhou is made into a brand-new, fluffy cloak for her, the fine, soft fur setting off her bright and enchanting face. Even she, her own sister, often finds herself mesmerized.

If she arrives, her elder sister would frown while asking someone to add another stove and also tell her to slow down.

And if at that moment snow falls from the eaves, her elder sister would raise her eyebrows, look down at her and say, "Tang Xiaobai! You’ve startled the snow off!"

The name Xiaobai was also given to her by her elder sister.

She always resented it and once protested to their mother, questioning why her elder sister could so casually name her.

Her elder sister chased in, pressed her head down and said with pride, "Because I am your elder sister!"

She was young and no amount of struggling could escape her elder sister’s clutches.

And their mother would only stand by and laugh.

She was furious back then, but thinking back now, she couldn’t help but laugh.

After a couple of chuckles, her throat choked up.

She is Tang Jiaojiao.

No one calls her "Xiaobai" anymore...

Tang Jiaojiao looked up, blinking hard.

The mist in her eyes cleared, and she saw the snow on the eaves again.

She watched for a while, then suddenly stomped her feet—

"Thump thump!"

She stomped again.

"Thump thump!"

The snow on the eaves remained motionless.

Tang Jiaojiao laughed.

Her elder sister was just talking nonsense, she couldn’t possibly shake the snow down!

Just as she started laughing, she stopped, guiltily glancing towards the courtyard gate.

And there she saw Ye Qingrong leaning against the doorframe, smiling at her.

Tang Jiaojiao’s face flushed, and she snapped, "When did you get here!"

Ye Qingrong smiled silently, then suddenly drew her sword and swung it.

The sword’s aura carried a chill as it passed over Tang Jiaojiao’s head.

Then, with a "snap".

She looked down.

A heap of snow fell at her feet.

Ye Qingrong shoved the sword into her hand, "Practice!"

Tang Jiaojiao pressed her lips together, gripping the sword tightly, and swung diagonally upwards—

The snow on the eaves remained undisturbed.

She bit her lip, swung again—

Twice.

Three times...

Ye Qingrong watched with a smile.

The little girl seemed to be holding back a storm of anger, her face flushed, her round black eyes glistening brightly, looking more lively than usual.

As it should be.

Just about to offer some more pointers, a servant suddenly came running, whispered a few words into her ear.

Ye Qingrong’s expression changed, she nodded, glanced at Tang Jiaojiao, and turned to leave.

Just at that moment, a faint sword’s aura was released, a corner of the snow on the eaves fell.

"Snap!"

Tang Jiaojiao almost jumped with excitement.

Her first instinct was to look back at Ye Qingrong, but she only saw a snow-blue hem disappear out the gate.

Her excitement suddenly fell.

What made her leave in such a hurry?

The tip of her sword idly traced the ground, and Tang Jiaojiao bit her lip and followed outside.

This is the Old Crown Prince Mansion, the former residence of the previous Crown Prince Li Mu.

Li Xingyuan moved from Taiji Palace and settled into the Old Crown Prince Mansion.

Tang Jiaojiao, following Ye Qingrong, also lived here.

This Crown Prince Mansion was indeed very old, and as she followed Ye Qingrong all the way through, dead wood and crumbling walls could be seen everywhere.

Moreover, the further they walked, the quieter and more deserted the scene became.

Logically, with Prince Changshan Li Xingyuan residing here, it should be heavily guarded.

But ever since they passed through a gate, it was as though they had entered another world.

It was eerily quiet.

The quietness made it impossible to mask Tang Jiaojiao’s footsteps, and she was quickly discovered by Ye Qingrong.

"Why are you here?" Ye Qingrong’s sharp gaze softened at the sight of her.

But the deadly intent she showed just a moment ago continued to make Tang Jiaojiao’s heart beat fearfully fast.

"I learned it," she said dryly.

Yet she was still startled by the murderous intent from Ye Qingrong, clutching her palms tightly, with a tense face, she said, "I learned that move."

Ye Qingrong smiled, "Go back first, I have something to do, I’ll come see you later." Her voice was much softer, looking at her with tender love.

Tang Jiaojiao lowered her head and replied, "Okay."

...

After nightfall, Tang Jiaojiao appeared again behind that door.

A path paved with rounded stones, twisting and turning into the depths.

She approached cautiously.

At the end of the path was a small secluded courtyard, lit from within but not brightly.

The surrounding area was dim, shrouded in mist, outside the yard, it was deathly silent, no sign of anyone.

Tang Jiaojiao was so nervous her palms were sweating.

Her elder brother once said, wherever there are fierce beasts, few other creatures dare tread.

What on earth lived in there?

She stood outside the courtyard gate, raised her hand, but hesitated for a long time without knocking.

Should she go in?

She had yet to exact her revenge; should she not avoid places of danger?

But within the Crown Prince Mansion, what danger could there be?

Just when she was wrestling with her thoughts, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

Tang Jiaojiao froze.

The voice was calm and level, devoid of any emotion.

Yet listening to it, it seemed... like a youth’s voice?

The door creaked as it opened.

Inside was a very small courtyard, only the main hall was illuminated, the candlelight flickering, and shadows elusive.

She took a few more steps in and finally saw the one who had spoken.

Indeed, it was a youth.

Seated upright, a pair of eyes black as ink fixed on her.

Those eyes were exceptionally dark, so much so that even light seemed unable to penetrate.

His skin was extraordinarily pale, as if light could pass through it.

He was a very beautiful youth.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, pale, frail, yet stunningly beautiful to the point of amazement.

But what surprised Tang Jiaojiao even more was the youth’s bald head.

He was actually a little monk!

"Who are you?" It took Tang Jiaojiao a long time to find her voice.

The little monk did not answer but asked, "Are you Tang Shigong’s daughter?"

Tang Jiaojiao was startled, "You know me?"

The little monk still didn’t answer, casually saying, "Tang Shigong and his son went missing on the battlefield, the Liangzhou Army must have been transferred to Li Xingyuan and Ye Qingrong."

His stunningly beautiful eyes glanced over her.

"What a pity," he said.

His tone was even and unruffled, yet it set off waves of turmoil in Tang Jiaojiao’s heart...

...

After Tang Jiaojiao returned, she stayed awake the entire night.

The next morning, Ye Qingrong came to her as usual.

Tang Jiaojiao said nothing, just stared at her face, searching for any sign of guilt.

But there was none to be found.

"What did he say to you?" Ye Qingrong asked with a frown.

But the girl did not answer.

Ye Qingrong clasped her hand, "Why are you helping me?" Tang Jiaojiao suddenly asked.

Why?

Ye Qingrong paused, and then replied, "Because you are the daughter of Duke Yan, I suppose." She nodded.

"Sister Rong..." The girl suddenly spoke softly.

She tilted her face up, her clear eyes revealing her unmitigated sadness.

"Sister Rong... I have not yet avenged my family," she said.

Her small, gentle hand cautiously climbed onto her arm.

The words of rejection stuck in her throat.

Ye Qingrong looked at her for a long time, and sighed gently, "I’ll help you..."

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