In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 220: Asking for Help

He was lost in these thoughts when he heard Yue Mingxuan’s voice outside the door.

"Rong Qinglei, may I co in?"

Joy imdiately surged through his heart and he answered repeatedly, "Co in, quickly."

Yue Mingxuan pushed the door open and saw Rong Qinglei who is leaning against the couch while wearing only a light inner garnt.

He then lifting his head to look at him with a gentle smile.

After this period of rest and Gongsun Xing’s careful treatnt, his complexion was clearly much better than before. "Rong Qinglei, are you feeling better?"

Rong Qinglei smiled and nodded. "I’m better. It’s just that I haven’t seen you in so long, I really missed you."

Yue Mingxuan smiled a little shyly. "Miracle Doctor Gongsun said sothing about balancing yin and yang. I was afraid that coming over might disrupt your condition."

The mont Rong Qinglei heard the words "balancing yin and yang," his head began to throb. Those days had been nothing short of a nightmare for him.

"Don’t ntion balancing yin and yang ever again. Do you know? That guy actually arranged a whole group of unmarried old palace matrons to watch over for a full hour every single day."

Hearing this, Yue Mingxuan couldn’t help but picture the scene in his mind: Rong Qinglei surrounded by a crowd of matrons with flowers in their hair. He burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Miracle Doctor Gongsun is really sothing. How did he even co up with an idea like that? Hahaha..."

Seeing how happily Yue Mingxuan was laughing, Rong Qinglei’s mood brightened along with it. Still, he deliberately pursed his lips and said, "What are you saying? I’m the one suffering here and you’re this happy about it?"

"No... hahaha... no..." He was laughing so hard his stomach almost hurt. Gongsun Xing was simply too much of a genius.

"Since it managed to make Mingxuan laugh, then I will be magnanimous and forgive him," Rong Qinglei said while putting on an air of great generosity. "Mingxuan, did you co today to treat my illness?"

Only then did Yue Mingxuan rember the real reason he had co.

A little embarrassed, he said, "Um... I didn’t co specifically to treat your illness... though checking on you along the way would also be fine..."

Seeing him hesitate and fumble over his words, a trace of gloom flashed through Rong Qinglei’s eyes.

It seems Yue Mingxuan still hadn’t grown used to relying on him emotionally or in daily life. But that was all right, at least now, when he had sothing to deal with, he could co to him.

That alone was a good beginning.

Rong Qinglei deliberately softened his voice and said, "Mingxuan, aren’t we friends? What is there that friends can’t talk about?"

In truth, Yue Mingxuan wasn’t embarrassed so much as he felt that being punished by copying books was an awfully shaful thing to admit in front of a friend. But thinking of the emperor’s words before he left "If you don’t finish copying them, you’ll be fined silver" he clenched his teeth.

Being laughed at was nothing and pride was nothing compared to silver.

"Well... the emperor ordered to copy books, and I can’t finish them all on my own, so... could you help copy a portion?"

When Rong Qinglei heard this, he was taken aback for a mont.

He rembered that when he had made mistakes as a child, he had been punished by having his palms struck or being made to kneel.

He had never once been punished by copying books.

So why was his father punishing Mingxuan this way?

"Tell , are you copying the Historical Records, the Chronicles, or the Veritable Records of the First Emperor?"

Presumably, the texts must be extrely difficult; otherwise, he wouldn’t have co to ask for help.

Yue Mingxuan shook his head. "None of those. It’s books For Won and Ger..."

His words plunged Rong Qinglei into deep thought.

This hardly counted as a punishnt at all.

If anything, it was more like an elder guiding and exhorting a junior.

Since his father was already instructing him in matters of feminine conduct and virtue, did that an there was a possibility that, in the future, Mingxuan might beco a prince consort of Beirong?

At that thought, his heart began to race.

In Beirong, nothing outweighed imperial authority.

As long as his father gave his consent, no other person or matter could truly stand in the way...

"Hey... Rong Qinglei..." Seeing that Rong Qinglei hadn’t reacted for a long while, Yue Mingxuan stretched out a hand and waved it vigorously in front of his eyes. "Are you all right?"

Yue Mingxuan’s voice pulled Rong Qinglei back from his thoughts.

A faint smile imdiately appeared on Rong Qinglei’s face.

Yue Mingxuan had clearly misunderstood the aning behind Rong Qinglei’s smile.

Feeling sowhat annoyed, he stomped his foot lightly and said, "If you want to be angry, then be angry. Don’t put on that half smiling, half not expression. It makes people really uncomfortable to look at."

Seeing that Yue Mingxuan was upset, Rong Qinglei quickly explained, "Mingxuan, how could I possibly be laughing at you? I really am not mocking you."

He was simply happy at the thought that he might be able to marry him in the future, of course, those words absolutely could not be said aloud.

Yue Mingxuan looked at him suspiciously. "Really?"

Rong Qinglei pressed a hand to his chest. "Absolutely true. Truer than real gold or silver."

Hearing him say this, Yue Mingxuan finally believed him and continued, "Then... are you going to help copy them or not?"

Rong Qinglei hesitated as he looked at Yue Mingxuan.

If word got out that he a grown man had shut himself indoors to copy this books, he would instantly beco the laughingstock of all Beirong.

Seeing his hesitation, Yue Mingxuan shot him a glance and said, "Forget it if you’re unwilling." With that, he lifted his foot and about to leave.