Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 175 Acting impulsively

Chen Jing stood in the main hall in his court attire today. After Gao Jian read out the imperial edict, envoys from various countries entered the hall one by one to pay their respects.

Even though this was not the first international conference held in the Da Ning Dynasty, when the officials on both sides saw those blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners wearing tall hats, they were still very curious and looked sideways.

There were more than 140 countries coming to the Da Ning Dynasty this time, and Chen Jing met with them one by one over several hours.

There were brilliant fireworks at night, a garden party in the square, and foreign friends dancing enthusiastically on the red carpet.

Chen Jing was accompanied by several officials, drinking and socializing with envoys from various countries. After two rounds, he was a little drunk.

Minister of War Pei Zhengchun said with a smile, "Ah, Your Highness the Crown Prince is truly talented and capable, worthy of being the crown prince of Daning. This is Your Highness's first time presiding over a meeting of all nations, and I admire your ability to arrange everything in such an orderly manner."

"Minister Pei is absolutely right." Yan Mengjiang also continued with a smile.

"Although His Royal Highness is still young, he is mature and steady in his interactions with others. He also possesses extraordinary insights into state governance. The policies he proposes are far-sighted and thoughtful, reflecting the style of the late emperor."

Chen Jing steadied his scattered consciousness and said with a smile, "You two ministers are too kind. The late emperor's majesty and talent are truly beyond my reach. During this court meeting, I will also rely on your generous guidance."

Minister of Rites Lü Zhongming smelled something and echoed it.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be modest. We, the old ministers, have witnessed your ability. Now, even though Your Majesty is not feeling well, Your Highness has been able to handle these state affairs in an orderly manner. Your Majesty, rest assured, and we, the ministers, are even more relieved."

After the three ministers spoke, the officials behind them began to flatter them one after another, and there was singing and dancing and laughter all around.

Chen Jing blinked and felt a buzzing in his ears. For a moment, he was isolated and helpless and unable to defend himself. It was Duke Chengguo Xiao Liang and Minister of Revenue Lin Chang who rescued him.

Chen Qi stood in the tent holding a wine glass and watching quietly. At this time, a subordinate walked up to him.

His eyes moved and he asked, "Is everything done?"

The subordinate whispered, "It's done. We just need to bring the prince before the emperor tonight, and he will definitely be brought down."

Chen Qi fixed his eyes on Chen Jing's drunken face, twisted his lips, and drank the wine in the glass.

Chen Yun was in the tent on the other side, drinking and quietly looking at the two of them.

After five rounds of drinking, Chen Jing was a little drunk and dazed, but he remained calm and returned to the tent to sit down. Eunuch Yang served him water.

"Your Highness is drunk. I'm calling the imperial physician to take a look."

Chen Jing leaned back in his chair with his head tilted back, squinting his eyes slightly. In a daze, a person's face appeared in his mind.

He whispered softly, "Lu... Ziqing."

The singing, dancing and laughter continued as fireworks bloomed again and again in the night sky, and the tent curtains fluttered in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jing smelt a faint sweet scent of osmanthus in a daze.

He seemed to have a familiar memory awakened, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw Lu Ziqing standing in front of him in a green official uniform and asked him.

"I made a hangover soup for Your Highness, but I'm late."

Chen Jing stared at that face and slowly sat up straight. He took the sobering soup handed to him and drank it. He rested his elbows on the edge of the table to ease the discomfort in his heart.

Lu Ziqing stood beside him and looked at him, "If Your Highness feels uncomfortable, I will ask Eunuch Yang to come in and help you return to the palace."

Just as he was about to leave, he felt his wrist tighten. Turning around, he saw Chen Jing holding him, looking down at the table and breathing heavily.

This time, Lu Ziqing was a little startled. He slowly clenched his fists and tried to break free, but the hand held on tightly.

"Your Highness?"

"Don't leave."

Chen Jing spoke softly with a drunken voice. He finally looked up at him, his eyes slightly red. In the hazy state, a touch of attachment, reluctance, and loneliness burst out.

"Stay with me for a while."

The feeling of depression that Lu Ziqing had last night came back to his mind. What should he do if this continues?

At this moment, helplessness and embarrassment intertwined and drilled into my heart.

He stood still, turned his head and looked away. After a while, he spoke softly.

"Your Highness, you cannot continue like this. I hope you can view the relationship between you and me correctly."

"What's the connection?" Chen Jing asked knowingly, "Is it not okay for me to follow my heart and do what I want?"

"Do what you want?" Lu Ziqing said slowly.

"Things in this world are never that simple. Everyone has various desires and obsessions in their hearts. If you blindly follow your own nature, you will probably only fall into endless troubles."

"Your Highness is a descendant of the royal family. You will inherit the throne in the future. Your every word and action will be watched by the world. You cannot act arbitrarily, nor can you be bound by such abnormal emotions, which will damage the reputation of the royal family. In this life, the relationship between you and Your Highness is only that of monarch and subject, nothing more."

Chen Jing chuckled and slowly stood up, his hands clenched tightly, facing Lu Ziqing.

"Kings of all dynasties have had male favorites, but I am not one of them. I only want you, and I can remain single for the rest of my life."

Lu Ziqing was terrified by this and didn't know how to respond. In a state of confusion, he said, "Your Highness is terminally ill. I have nothing to say. I am still worth..."

Before she could finish her words, Chen Jing suddenly pulled her over and held her in his arms.

The harder he struggled, the tighter Chen Jing held him. The tables and chairs moved and made noises, but they were drowned out by the singing, dancing and laughter outside. Everything was so silent.

The tent was dim, and the two people hugged each other tightly, resisting.

Lu Ziqing was really panicked and scared at this time. He was worried that Chen Jing was so impulsive and was afraid that someone might come in at any time.

If he were to be caught, it would be a huge sin, and tonight's action might be ruined. Right now, Chen Jing would act impulsively when he was unconscious.

If you can't force it, just don't move, he said softly, without any desire or expectation.

"Your Highness, do you want me to leave the capital?"

Chen Jing grabbed Lu Ziqing's neck. His consciousness was already dizzy from the beating of his heart, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"I don't want you to leave, and you are not allowed to leave."

He murmured and slowly loosened the distance, looking into Lu Ziqing's eyes, his gaze slowly moving downwards.

Chen Jing's head buzzed, not knowing whether it was the alcohol or the momentary confusion and infatuation.

The thought of "doing what he wants" pushed him to lower his head towards Lu Ziqing's lips.

Lu Ziqing was shocked and pushed him away quickly, then took two steps back.

At the same time, Chen Jing was pushed to the edge of the table, knocking over several plates of fruit on the table, and his wine glass fell to the ground. He staggered and stood up by supporting himself on the edge of the table.

Lu Ziqing immediately felt that he had committed a serious act of disrespect and took two steps forward to apologize.

"Your Highness, are you okay? I didn't mean it."

At this time, the curtain was lifted and Eunuch Yang walked in. When he saw the mess on the tables and chairs, he frowned and immediately went over to support Chen Jing, and then glanced at Lu Ziqing.

"What's going on, Your Highness?"

Lu Ziqing explained, "This is me..."

"I didn't stand firmly and accidentally fell down." Chen Jing interrupted.

Eunuch Yang was skeptical and said, "Your Highness is drunk. I will help you return to the palace to rest."

"I'm not drunk." Chen Jing stood up straight, pushed away Yang's hand and went out of the tent. When he passed Lu Ziqing, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

Lu Ziqing stood alone in the middle of the tent and calmed down for a while. He felt that he could not stay here any longer.