I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 382 His Highness the Crown Prince is Outstandingly Talented (2)

Cheng Song woke up amidst a sharp, pervasive pain.

The moment his consciousness returned, he almost groaned in pain, but the instinct he had developed over the years of struggling to survive in the deep palace made him clench his teeth and swallow all the sounds back into his throat, with only a faint whisper escaping from between his teeth.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of wariness and confusion flashing across them before being replaced by a thick, sinister aura.

What came into view was not the cold, hard stone slabs of the Imperial Garden, nor the damp, dark dormitory of the Yeting Palace, but... a dazzlingly clean canopy roof, a soft and comfortable bed beneath, and even a faint, pleasant herbal scent in the air.

This is where?

Memories flooded back like a tide—the beatings and insults from the eunuchs, the despair and hatred I felt curled up on the ground, and... that child in brocade robes, with a clear voice yet carrying a cold, authoritative air.

The Crown Prince's Forest is deep.

It was he who dismissed the eunuchs, and it was he who looked at me with that indifferent, ant-like gaze, then kicked me with his toe and asked, "Are you dead yet?"

Finally, that delicate little boot landed precisely on the back of her neck, bringing excruciating pain and darkness.

Cheng Song's eyes instantly sharpened like knives, filled with a furious rage of humiliation and contempt. The pain throughout his body screamed, reminding him of everything that had happened before he lost consciousness.

Revenge! We must get revenge! Everyone who belittled him and hurt him deserves to die! So what if he's the Crown Prince? He was just born into a privileged family…

His fingers, curled up under the soft bedding, gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes swirled with a venomous resentment and scheming.

"woke up?"

Just then, a soft, childlike voice came from the doorway, breaking the silence inside.

Cheng Song froze, almost instinctively. All the sinister expressions on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a perfectly balanced look of weakness, fear, and respect.

He struggled, seemingly wanting to get up and bow, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to fall back onto the pillow. He could only turn his head with difficulty, lower his gaze humbly, and speak in a hoarse voice.

"May Your Highness the Crown Prince be well."

Lin Shen walked in alone, his small figure standing in front of the bed, casting a shadow that enveloped Cheng Song.

He looked down at the seemingly weak and helpless future menace on the bed, whose insides were already rotten and infested with maggots, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"Cheng Song?"

Lin Shen spoke, calling out his name.

Cheng Song felt a slight chill. The Crown Prince actually knew his name? He dared not be negligent and nodded even more respectfully, his breath weak.

"Yes, Your servant Cheng Song."

Lin Shen didn't speak immediately. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth by the bed for a couple of steps, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Cheng Song's lowered, seemingly docile head.

Only Lin Shen's light footsteps and Cheng Song's suppressed breathing remained inside the hall.

After a long pause, Lin Shen spoke as if making a casual decision: "Heh, since I've been spared, I'll become a cleaning eunuch in the Eastern Palace from now on."

A sweeping eunuch? The lowest-ranking servant? Cheng Song's heart sank.

This was completely different from what he had expected! He risked everything to stage that self-inflicted injury not to continue struggling at the bottom! What he wanted was to get closer to the center of power, to have the opportunity to climb up and trample everyone under his feet!

No! We absolutely cannot miss this opportunity!

Almost the instant Lin Shen finished speaking, Cheng Song seemed to unleash all his potential, suddenly rolling off the bed and crashing heavily onto the cold floor.

The wound was violently aggravated, causing him to feel dizzy, but he ignored it and, like the most devout believer rushing to his god, crawled over on all fours and grabbed the soft fabric of Lin Shen's robe.

"His Royal Highness!"

He looked up, his face covered in cold sweat from the pain, but his eyes were filled with urgent "loyalty" and "pleading".

"Your Highness saved my lowly life! I do not wish to be a mere janitor! I beg Your Highness to give me a chance to become your personal eunuch! I will serve you like a beast of burden and die a thousand deaths to repay Your Highness's great kindness!"

His words were hurried and full of emotion, as if Lin Shen was his only salvation.

Lin Shen lowered his eyes, looking at the hand that was gripping his robe tightly, the knuckles white from the force, and a cold disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shen had already raised his foot and kicked Cheng Song in the chest without any mercy!

"Ugh!" Caught off guard, Cheng Song felt a sharp pain in his chest. His hand, which was gripping his robe, was forced to loosen. He was kicked and rolled backward, curling up on the ground and groaning in pain.

Damn it! How dare he! Cheng Song lay on the ground, the wounds on his chest and body hurting so much that he almost fainted, but what was worse than the pain was the overwhelming hatred and humiliation that almost burned away his reason.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and a bloody taste filled his mouth.

But he knew he couldn't let it out.

He suppressed the urge to tear the child in front of him to pieces, and struggled again, crawling back little by little with an even more humble posture, his forehead touching the cold ground, his voice filled with sobs and determination.

"Your Highness! This servant...this servant is truly sincere! This servant is willing to risk my life for you! Please accept this servant!"

As he spoke, as if to prove his determination, he suddenly straightened up a little and then slammed his forehead hard against the hard ground!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muffled thuds echoed in the silent side hall, sounding particularly jarring.

In just a few blows, Cheng Song's forehead was already a bloody mess, and blood flowed down his brow bone, staining his pale face and the ground in front of him.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to pound into her relentlessly, his eyes filled with obsession and madness.

Lin Shen narrowed his eyes and watched his performance quietly.

He's definitely a formidable character.

A person who can be this ruthless to themselves will only be more cruel and heartless to others.

Keeping such a venomous snake by your side is certainly dangerous, but also... quite interesting, isn't it?

Just as Cheng Song felt he was about to faint again from blood loss and excruciating pain, he heard Lin Shen's emotionless voice from above.

"Okay."

Cheng Song's impact motion abruptly stopped.

Lin Shen said calmly, "Then you will follow me from now on."

He paused, then added, "Come find me once you've recovered from your injuries."

After saying that, Lin Shen didn't look at the person on the ground whose forehead was still bleeding and whose appearance was extremely miserable. It was as if he had just casually agreed to a trivial matter. He turned around and left with a flick of his sleeve.

The door to the side hall was gently closed, separating the inside from the outside.

Cheng Song remained kneeling, motionless.

Only after confirming that Lin Shen's footsteps had completely faded away did he slowly, very slowly, raise his head.

The sharp pain in his forehead and the warmth of the blood brought him back to his senses.

He reached out and gently touched the torn flesh with his fingertips. The stinging pain made his lips twitch, but then, an extremely slow and twisted smile gradually bloomed on his blood-stained face.

That smile contained not a trace of gratitude, but only the madness of triumph, the pent-up resentment, and the excitement of prey about to fall into the net.

He succeeded.

He finally grasped the vine that led to power, and also to... revenge.

Little prince...we have a long future ahead of us.

Cheng Song chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and eerie, echoing faintly in the empty side hall.