The Elegant Dancing Years By Huo Li (火狸) | BL

Chapter 19 | Catching Feelings

However, compared to Cang He Emperor's wicked, unbridled, and fickle temperament, the Second Prince Qi Mingyue had more grace and calmness in the eyes of everyone. His noble bearing and elegance made the other princes incomparable to him. Even though the Eldest Prince, Qi Musheng, had made great efforts to study literature and martial arts in recent years and practised riding the horse, managed to get rid of his weak and timid disposition, but he had a wooden face and a detached, cold temperament which wasn't liked by the public.

The Third Prince, Qi Lianshuo, was half a year younger than them. He was smart, well-behaved, cute, and very lovely. The other princes were comparably very young. There was Zheli, the Fifth Prince who was ten years old; both the Sixth Prince Yu and the Seventh Prince Yaoyu were six years old; and the Ninth Prince who was the youngest of them all and only three years old.

Although Fourth Princess Ninglu was a little headstrong, she was also lively and clever, but back when the Second Prince got injured a few years ago, her concubine mother was fined and she hadn't been allowed to leave her room for half a year, she hadn't received the attention of the Emperor of Cang He since.

The Eighth Princess Xi Yu was like the last Princess Lian Wu. Although their names were a pity, few people cared about them and neither of them was valued in the palace.

However, the Second Prince, Qi Mingyue, who had always been spoiled by the Emperor of Cang He, Qi Xutian, since young, never moved out after he started living in the Xuantian Palace in his early years. No matter what his subjects said or how dissatisfied the concubines were, they didn't dare mention it again under the eyes of the Emperor.

At this time, Qi Mingyue sniffed the aroma floating in the air above the dragon bed, and whispered, "The incense Feng Zhaoyi used is quite good, but unfortunately, after getting mixed with Wang Meiren's rouge powder, it became muddy."

Qi Xutian turned and pinched his waist, his face was unhappy, "MingEr has the ability to smell and recognise fragrance used by a woman. Why haven't I found out that you are so clear about the fragrance used by an imperial concubine?"

Qi Mingyue was lying on the bed with his lapels open and black hair scattered on his fair chest. He played with his hair and looked up at the man standing in front of the bed. "Doesn't Father bring back a soft jade-like warm fragrance every time you return after favouring this imperial concubine? After smelling a lot, I can naturally distinguish it."

Seeing that MingEr didn't care about his words and instead lay down leisurely, exposing the charming yet flexible curve of his waist, which made him bewitching, Qi Xutian couldn't help but narrow his eyes and his lips curved into a wicked smile, "MingEr doesn't mind? You won't blame me for coming back with the fragrance of a concubine?" As he spoke, he stretched his hands lightly around his waist, loosened the sash, and slowly moved in to touch.

Holding down his increasingly provocative hand that kept going downwards, Qi Mingyue spoke, "What do you think, Father?" The calm smile on his face showed no signs of dissatisfaction, but some wanton frivolity, "I'm young, but I still know the beauty of fragrance. As a man, how could I not be pleased? Besides, those who win Father's favour must be of extraordinary quality, and the fragrance used by them is so pleasant and charming. I get to appreciate it, why would I blame you?"

Fastening his clothes, he looked into those deep eyes, "Father Emperor and I don't have any commitment tying us. I won't be dissatisfied with this."

Seeing that he really smiled calmly, Qi Xutian raised his eyebrows and slid his hand over to the boy's slender neck to caress, "MingEr's words really make me angry." There was an evil smile on his lips but his eyes were cold. He asked: "Feng Zhaoyi's fragrance... Ming Er thinks it smells good, do you like it?"