What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?

Chapter 477 - 462: Divergent Paths—Original Novel Extra (Part 4)

Tang Jiaojiao saw the little monk again on New Year’s Eve of the thirteenth year of Taixing.That night, almost everyone in the Crown Prince Mansion was feasting joyously in the front hall, while she wandered aimlessly in the rear garden alone.

Then she encountered the little monk.

When he sat, he seemed about her age, but when he stood, he was much taller.

Clad in white, slender and graceful.

His jet-black eyes were like the night, with a mole at the corner, naturally charming.

Even though Tang Jiaojiao had seen him once, she was still captivated by his appearance upon seeing him again.

While she was lost in thought, the little monk glanced at her lightly and walked past her.

"Where are you going?" Tang Jiaojiao took two steps and asked.

He did not answer, nor did he turn around.

Tang Jiaojiao was a bit annoyed, wanting to reach out and grab him.

Before she could touch him, it seemed as if something pricked her hand, and she quickly drew it back.

A nondescript door ahead opened.

Outside the door was the deep night, borrowing the faint light from inside the door, there was a vague sight of frost like snow.

The monk in white stepped over the threshold into the frost.

In the blink of an eye, he faded away.

Tang Jiaojiao suddenly came to her senses, about to chase after him, but two people appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path with drawn swords.

"Go back!" the two dressed as guards commanded softly.

"But he—" Tang Jiaojiao raised her hand to point, but the door closed instantly.

"Go back!" the guards commanded again, their faces cold as ice.

Tang Jiaojiao said nothing more and turned to leave.

Took two steps, but couldn’t help turning back.

No frost, nor the little monk.

Who was that person, really?

...

"You don’t need to know," said Ye Qingrong.

Shortly after Tang Jiaojiao was stopped at the corner door, Ye Qingrong received the news and hurried over.

He had always been gentle and indulgent towards Tang Jiaojiao, but this time, after hearing what happened, he looked very indifferent.

"Sister Rong..." The little girl softly grabbed his hand.

He reflexively shook it off.

After shaking it off, he came to and looked at Tang Jiaojiao.

The little girl was astonished and helpless.

"Ah Jiao—" Ye Qingrong reached out to her.

But she stepped back, her gaze stubborn.

"Are you angry?" Her tone became stiff, "If you think I’m meddling, I’ll just, I’ll just—"

"No!

Who could bear to see the timid look on a little girl who had been spoiled and pampered?

Ye Qingrong couldn’t stand it and grabbed her hand firmly.

Her hand was cold, unyielding: "I’ll just go back to Duke Yan Mansion..." she said, her voice cracking towards the end.

Duke Yan Mansion...

The once opulent Duke Yan Mansion had already been stripped to nothing.

On this New Year’s Eve, when families were reunited, Ye Qingrong couldn’t even connect this little girl with that dilapidated mansion.

"I’m not angry," he sighed softly, suppressing the urge to pull her into his arms to comfort her, "I’m just worried."

The former Crown Prince Li Mu, the fewer people know, the better.

But Tang Jiaojiao saw him twice.

Li Xingyuan would ascend the throne tomorrow, and everyone who knew of Li Mu’s existence would find themselves in a delicate situation.

"Forget about that person..." Ye Qingrong finally couldn’t resist, lowered his head, and kissed the girl’s hair.

...

New Year’s Eve passed, the New Year came.

On New Year’s Day, the new emperor ascended the throne and renamed the era "Jianyuan."

Back then, Li Xingyuan gifted the beauty with sixty thousand Zhenzhou Army, originally thinking he would confer the empress after ascending the throne.

However, he didn’t.

...

"Sister Rong, why does he treat you like this?"

Ye Qingrong didn’t even blink, lifting the girl’s knife-wielding hand slightly: "Focus!"

"Ah Jiao feels it’s unjust for Sister Rong."

Ye Qingrong gave a disregarding laugh: "Li Xingyuan has always been looking for your sister."

The girl’s actions suddenly halted.

Ye Qingrong lowered his eyes to look at her.

Graceful at thirteen, budding in early February.

The girl’s fair cheeks were so tender they seemed to be able to squeeze out water, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding her thoughts, her lightly pink lips unconsciously pressed together, leaving a mark like a tender sprout.

Ye Qingrong instinctively reached out his finger, aiming to touch the mark at her lip corner, but before he could touch it, his finger withdrew, his hand falling down.

"Why is he looking for my sister?" Tang Jiaojiao asked, her tone tense and expression conflicted.

"Isn’t it good to find your sister?" Ye Qingrong smiled.

Actually, he didn’t know either.

Li Xingyuan hadn’t said anything, just had someone find her in secret.

"He already has you, why is he looking for my sister?"

Ye Qingrong stared at her for a moment, then suddenly asked, "If you find your sister, what do you plan to do?"

Tang Jiaojiao looked up at him.

In the end, her skills were too shallow to see through the person in front of her, so she tentatively asked, "Do you care?"

Ye Qingrong smiled indifferently.

Tang Jiaojiao suddenly got a bit excited: "What do you care about? Are you afraid Li Xingyuan won’t want you?"

Ye Qingrong patted her on the head: "Focus on your practice!"

He was about to leave, but his sleeve was tugged.

The girl’s eyes were pure and innocent, yet inexplicably captivating.

"Sister Rong..." she softened her voice, "You teach me martial arts, help me seek revenge, treat me so well... even if my sister comes back, I will not..."

Not what?

She didn’t say.

Ye Qingrong, however, felt she was very capable, even more so than her stunningly beautiful sister.

In fact, Tang Jiaojiao was extremely beautiful, too.

Sly, graceful, as lovely as a water lily.

Once, Li Xingyuan saw her in the palace, but didn’t recognize her, and even had someone inquire about her.

After hearing about it, Ye Qingrong went straight to Liangyi Palace, getting to the point: "Don’t get any ideas about her!"

Li Xingyuan was taken aback, then laughed: "I just asked a couple of questions, look how frightened you are."

He added, "If you like her this much, why don’t you return to being a man and marry her?"

Ye Qingrong frowned: "What nonsense, she’s just a child!"

Li Xingyuan laughed heartily: "She’s a child, you’re not much older, you’re quite age-appropriate!"

Indeed, he was only four years older than Tang Jiaojiao, not even yet of age.

To many, this was still an age of youthful exuberance.

But he was burdened with a blood feud, and never had the indulgence of youth.

"She’s separated from her family, young and dependent on no one, I’m just temporarily looking after her," Ye Qingrong said.

As for teaching martial arts for revenge, he hadn’t mentioned it to Li Xingyuan.

Upon hearing this, Li Xingyuan stopped smiling: "I originally wanted you to go recruit the Liangzhou Army, but there’s been news recently, there’s unrest in Liangzhou—"

...

By Shanshui Pool, the girl’s sword shadows danced gracefully.

Ye Qingrong watched quietly until she sheathed her sword and stood poised.

"A sword for killing doesn’t have to look so pretty," Ye Qingrong commented.

She smiled indifferently, the sword tip she just lowered twirled into a dazzling flower.

While Ye Qingrong was watching the sword flower, he suddenly caught a flash of cold light out of the corner of his eye.

He slightly tilted his neck, letting the short blade rest beside it.

"Does this look good?" the girl arched her brow and sneered.

Ye Qingrong laughed too.

She was a born assassin.

In time, Li Shu would surely die by her hand.

But, he suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

"After the New Year, I will lead the army to attack Yizhou—" he said.

Upon hearing this, Tang Jiaojiao’s expression changed.

Last winter, the old emperor died of illness while on the run, and after Li Shu ascended the throne, he stayed secluded in Yizhou.

"You stay in the Capital City, and I’ll bring back Li Shu’s head for you, okay?" he asked gently.

Tang Jiaojiao’s face changed: "Didn’t you teach me martial arts so I could avenge myself?"

Ye Qingrong remained silent.

At first, yes, but now he didn’t want to anymore.

"Sister Rong..." she grabbed his hand, her eyes anxiously shimmering, and her body almost nestled into his arms, "I’m begging you..."

Ye Qingrong easily surrendered: "I’ll take you with me, but you can’t act alone, you have to listen to me—"

He stopped.

The girl threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

The sweet fragrance filled his nose, intoxicating him, even blurring her grateful praises.

Until she left his embrace, Ye Qingrong finally felt his soul return to its place.

And not long ago, a decision had been made regarding Li Xingyuan’s suggestion.

"Once Yizhou is pacified, I will go directly to Liangzhou, and you’ll come with me—"

He felt uncomfortable, not looking at Tang Jiaojiao’s face, thus missing the change in her eyes.

"At that time, there’s something else I have to tell you..."

"Ye Qingrong" will "die" in Yizhou, and he will adopt another identity, from Liangzhou, to bring her back to the Capital City.