Chapter 1052: Not Found

Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Not Found

Big Sister wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her tone somewhat urgent: "Elder Sister, this matter is not simple, that guy has Demonic Qi inside him, and Da Hei can move with her. We must immediately inform the Saint Heir Jiang Qi; otherwise, once things get out of hand, we’ll be in trouble as well."

Elder Sister nodded, her face also serious.

She knew the gravity of the situation, lowering her voice as she spoke seriously: "You’re right, those two are inherently cunning. If we don’t report to the Saint Heir sooner, I’m afraid the consequences will be unimaginable."

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the worry and resolve in each other’s eyes. They knew the consequences of this matter were not to be underestimated, and if handled poorly, they would face Jiang Qi’s wrath.

Elder Sister took a deep breath and spoke firmly: "Big Sister, we must immediately go back to see the Saint Heir and report this matter in detail to him. Ye Qingchen cannot continue to roam free."

Big Sister also hesitated no more and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the Saint Heir hates being kept in the dark the most; we must report quickly, cannot delay."

With that said, the two dared not linger any longer, supporting each other, and hurriedly headed towards the grand hall where Jiang Qi was located.

Despite the lingering fear in their hearts, they were ready to report everything.

No matter what, they had to bring this earth-shattering news to Jiang Qi, to ensure their own safety and to seize the chance to earn merit.

At this moment, Ye Qingchen was tirelessly traversing through the palace city, his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s, meticulously observing every corner around him, afraid to miss any clue.

Side halls, pavilion corridors, small courtyards... he had almost traversed all the places within the palace city where someone might be hidden.

However, no matter how he searched, Qin Yue’s figure was nowhere to be found.

His heart grew increasingly anxious, his mind constantly running through various possibilities.

Could Qin Yue be hidden in some secret chamber? Or has she already been moved elsewhere?

For a moment, his brows furrowed even tighter. His footsteps gradually quickened, but each step carried deeper disappointment and anger.

Ye Qingchen’s gaze finally settled on the most luxurious palace in the center of the palace city — Jiang Qi’s royal quarters.

Ye Qingchen pondered internally: "Since Qin Yue is not in these side halls, she is most likely in Jiang Qi’s quarters. That is Jiang Qi’s most important place; perhaps there might be clues about her."

This thought grew clearer in his mind, gradually transforming into a firm resolve.

Ye Qingchen’s eyes turned icy, he decided to take the risk and head to Jiang Qi’s royal quarters to see if he could find any threads of evidence.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Ye Qingchen deliberately lightened his footsteps, stealthily circling to the back of the quarters. Although there were still numerous guards there, compared to the main entrance, it was evidently more lax.

He utilized the surrounding trees and building shadows, cautiously moving, each step taken with extreme care, not making a single sound.

Finally, Ye Qingchen reached the edge of the quarters. He warily scanned around to ensure no one noticed him, then lightly leaped, firmly grasping the eaves, and swiftly climbed onto the roof of the quarters.

The rooftop tiles gleamed with cold light in the night; Ye Qingchen tried to slow his breath and meld himself into the darkness.

On the rooftop, Ye Qingchen crouched down, pressing close to the tiles, motionless.

He held his breath, carefully listening to the movements within the quarters, trying to catch useful information from them. Each subtle noise was magnified in his mind for analysis, but other than occasional wind sounds and guard footsteps, there was nothing noteworthy.

Ye Qingchen furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "Did I guess wrong? Is Qin Yue really not here?"

Though he had doubts in his heart, having come this far, he would not give up easily. There was definitely something off about this place, perhaps he only needed to probe a little further.

Ye Qingchen quietly lifted a tile, peering through a narrow gap to look down, and the scene inside the quarters immediately came into view.

This place was incredibly luxurious, its resplendent decorations twinkling with dazzling light under candlelight, while gold-inlaid murals on the surrounding walls depicted ancient myths and legends.

Every carved beam and painted pillar exuded extreme craftsmanship and luxury, evidently meant to showcase Jiang Qi’s nobility and authority.

In the center of the quarters, there was a massive bathing pool, its water crystal clear, emanating a faint fragrance, clearly infused with various precious herbs.

Jiang Qi was lying naked in the pool, with a few white petals floating on the water, making him resemble an ancient emperor portrayed in scrolls, basking in unparalleled luxury and comfort.

Jiang Qi’s complexion was rosy, obviously in a state of extreme relaxation.

Amidst the wisps of mist, he was half-closing his eyes, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, seemingly entirely immersed in this brief moment of indulgence. His muscle lines were well-defined, appearing quite robust, as droplets slid down his shoulders and chest, merging into the pool.

Beside the pool stood several beauties clad in sheer silks, their garments so thin as to be almost see-through, barely covering their curvaceous figures.

These beauties used delicate fingers to massage Jiang Qi’s shoulders and back and occasionally used soft towels to gently wipe the droplets from his body.

They exhibited attitudes of respect and flattery, as if the Saint Heir was their entire world, serving him was their greatest honor.

A few maids stood beside the pool, holding silver plates full of precious foods and fine wines, occasionally gently feeding peeled fresh fruits into Jiang Qi’s mouth.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, placing several pots of precious flowers in the corners, blending floral and medicinal aromas, intoxicating anyone present.

The palace’s floors were covered with soft carpets, stepping onto them felt like walking on clouds; luxury was almost omnipresent. On the ceiling laid colorful frescoes with pearls and gemstones embedded, reflecting light into dazzling hues.

The scene Ye Qingchen observed through the gap made his brow tighten even further.

All this extravagant indulgence and Jiang Qi’s relaxed state seemed to blatantly ridicule the hardships and struggles Ye Qingchen endured in recent days.

Compared to Jiang Qi’s current leisurely comfort, Qin Yue’s whereabouts remained unknown, possibly amidst grave danger.

He sharply surveyed the pool surroundings, yet found no traces of Qin Yue.

A wave of disappointment surged in Ye Qingchen’s heart, but he quickly calmed down, refocusing on the scene before him. Jiang Qi was clearly off guard; this might be the opportunity to glean more information.

However, at this moment, a maid approached, whispering something into Jiang Qi’s ear, and Jiang Qi opened his eyes, revealing a smile and lightly waved his hand.

Several beauties immediately understood, softly murmuring as they surrounded him and led him out of the pool, gently using soft towels to wipe the droplets from his skin, moving so lightly as if afraid to disturb his moment of tranquillity.

Ye Qingchen lowered his body and followed Jiang Qi’s movements with his gaze, quietly calculating his next move.

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