Chapter 89 - Drunk Dragon (1/2)

Qiu Ling gave Jing Yi back to his mother with a smile and turned around to Qiang Wei, still in a good mood. ”Let's go upstairs.” He went over to the stairs without waiting for an answer.

Qiang Wei looked at his king's back, at the broken flask on the floor and finally at a totally stunned Madam Zhong with an incensed Jing Yi on her arms.

Oh, wow. You did it again, Your Majesty. And now you're leaving the aftermath to me?

He cleared his throat and bowed to Madam Zhong. ”I'm sorry. He normally isn't like that. Normally he's …”

”I know. It's alright.” Madam Zhong smiled wryly. She couldn't really reproach him. He was obviously very much in love. It was a pity … This love would probably never come to fruition.

For now, there was too much of an age difference between them. But that wasn't even the biggest problem. No, the worst thing was that that man didn't love her son but the person he had been before.

Her gaze fell onto Qiang Wei. He had whispered when he tried to get Qiu Ling off her but since Qiu Ling had hugged her so close, she had still heard. He had called him 'Your Majesty' and the person watching 'his Highness'.

It can't be that Ah Lei was right, can it? Does this have something to do with the emperor? But no, that's not right either. If it was like that, the daoist master should be the emperor.

She couldn't figure it out, but she did understand that this was something out of her league. And knowing this … even though she had thought in the beginning that it would be alright to wait and see, she wasn't so sure anymore. Did she really want her son to meddle with affairs of royalties?

No, she didn't. That was exactly what Mister Pi had warned them about. Crouching dragons … Who would fit that description better than someone from the royal family? It would be better to distance themselves from him.

But how would they do that? Telling him would offend him and wasn't that what they wanted to avoid? She really didn't know what to do.

”Then … I'll better go and have a look at him.” Qiang Wei nodded at her again and followed Qiu Ling upstairs.

His king had managed to get up the stairs without any problems, but finding an unoccupied room proved to be difficult. He had opened five doors, but behind each of them were already people.

”Hm …” Qiu Ling eyed the next two doors, trying to decide which he should open next.

”Your Majesty!” Qiang Wei hurried over and cautiously grabbed his shoulders. ”How about I search for a room?”

Qiu Ling frowned. ”I want a nice one.”

”Uh … sure.” Qiang Wei gently pushed him down the corridor. There were quite a few doors there from behind which he couldn't hear anything. He wanted to open the first one, but Qiu Ling tensed.

”It has to be a nice one!”

Qiang Wei sighed. ”Alright, alright. We'll take the next one.” He pushed him again and opened the door before his king could complain again. ”Is this one nice enough?”

Qiu Ling's gaze flitted around and he finally nodded. ”It's nice. Would Jing He like it?”

Qiang Wei took a look. ”I think so.”

Qiu Ling turned around. ”It's not nice. Let's take another one.”

Qiang Wei lifted his brows. ”Why would you say so? What's wrong with the room?”