Author: hoenibean (Page 2 of 73)

Chapter 43 – I take it as my duty not to change my mind.

Chapter 43 – I take it as my duty not to change my mind.

 

Rong Tang’s complexion had indeed improved significantly, with color returning to his lips and his cheeks no longer sunken and gray as before. Zhao Qi was genuinely happy for him, his smile unconsciously spreading as he said, “I came to the harem for a stroll and thought I’d drop by to see you.”

 

Rong Tang asked, “Who else did you drop by to see?”

 

Zhao Qi sat opposite him and said, “No one else. I came to catch a thief.”

 

Rong Tang raised an eyebrow, “A thief?”

 

Now Zhao Qi was certain that He Changzhou was a scoundrel, which naturally ruled out Rong Tang as a suspect. He continued, confident that the dignified Rong Tang wouldn’t engage in lewd talk like “spreading legs” or “flowing like water” in bed.

 

Since Rong Tang was no longer a suspect, and Zhao Qi was at ease, he had Jiang Dehai recount the theft of medicines from the Yonghua Palace to Rong Tang in detail.

 

“Under orders, we searched every palace and corner, but the stolen Changxisi medicine was nowhere to be found,” Jiang Dehai reported. “Considering the medicine’s effects, His Majesty suspects the thief might be a beauty in the harem, willing to do anything for favor.”

 

Rong Tang pondered for a moment and asked, “Have all places been thoroughly searched?”

 

“Yes, except for the Cian Palace. We’ve practically turned the entire imperial palace upside down,” Jiang Dehai replied.

 

Rong Tang inquired further, “Have there been body searches?”

 

Jiang Dehai nodded firmly, “Yes.”

 

“And what about the searchers themselves?” Rong Tang pressed.

 

Jiang Dehai hesitated, “Well…”

 

Zhao Qi suddenly realized, “Are you saying someone is stealing from under their own guard?”

 

Rong Tang nodded slightly, “It’s a possibility.”

 

“Damn it!” Zhao Qi slammed the table hard. In his anger, he hit the corner of the table with his hand, causing a sharp pain that made him yelp and scrunch up his face in pain.

 

Jiang Dehai panicked, “Is Your Majesty’s dragon claw alright?”

 

Zhao Qi grimaced, “I’m… fine.” Other emperors could shake the Nine Provinces with their wrath, but here he was, unable to even handle a table properly. It seemed he couldn’t follow the path of dignity.

 

Rong Tang reached out, “Let me see.”

 

Without hesitation, Zhao Qi placed his hand in Rong Tang’s palm. Rong Tang’s hand was as immaculate as he was, cool to the touch, untouched by the world.

 

He gently massaged Zhao Qi’s hand back, asking, “Does it hurt?”

 

Zhao Qi shook his head, “Not anymore.”

 

Just then, Jin Ning brought tea. Rong Tang instructed, “Bring some medicine.”

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “Master Rong, you have medicine here?”

 

Rong Tang replied calmly, “I’ve become quite the doctor. There’s less medicine in Zuishuzhai than in the imperial hospital.”

 

While waiting for the medicine, Zhao Qi tried to withdraw his hand. But as soon as he moved, Rong Tang said, “Don’t move.”

 

“Oh…” Zhao Qi curled his fingers, unsure where to place his hand. He couldn’t help but think it was awkward, two grown men holding hands like this.

 

Jin Ning brought the medicinal oil. Rong Tang poured it into his hand and gently rubbed it into Zhao Qi’s bruise. The scent of the oil filled the room, and the pain made Zhao Qi wrinkle his nose, “Gently… please.”

 

Rong Tang persisted, “If the bruise isn’t treated now, it’ll hurt even more tomorrow.”

 

Zhao Qi couldn’t help but hiss in pain. Rong Tang looked up at him and asked, “Would you like something sweet?”

 

“Huh?” Zhao Qi licked his lips, “Sure, do you have something sweet?”

 

Without warning, Rong Tang’s face leaned closer, his lips soft and carrying a hint of medicinal fragrance.

 

Zhao Qi was stunned, eyes wide like copper bells, shooting out a lightning bolt… of panic.

 

Jiang Dehai reacted swiftly, covering his eyes and turning away, silently praying: Lord Prime Minister, I didn’t see anything!

 

Rong Tang’s kiss was brief, like a dragonfly touching the water’s surface, yet it left Zhao Qi utterly flustered.

 

Though Rong Tang had kissed him that drunken night before, even biting his lip, Zhao Qi remembered nothing of it. Now, Rong Tang had kissed him while he was sober—effectively taking his first kiss.

 

He, Zhao Qi, a straight-laced man who prided himself on being unyielding, could overlook drunken escapades and bed-sharing with good friends. But losing his first kiss to another man? How could he, a straight-laced man, face his comrades?

 

No—he couldn’t accept it! A mere brush of lips didn’t count as a first kiss; it had to involve tongues!

 

Zhao Qi’s expression froze like a statue, while inside, turmoil raged like a stampede of horses. Meanwhile, the culprit behind this chaos continued to apply the medicine, and finally remarked, “Your hand is sweating.”

 

Zhao Qi snapped out of his daze, swiftly pulling his hand away. “It’s the weather, too hot!”

 

Rong Tang smiled faintly, “Hmm.”

 

There was only one meaning to a kiss on the lips. Today, they were both sober, with no alcohol or medicine involved, yet Rong Tang had kissed him. Zhao Qi found it hard to continue being naive.

 

He didn’t have Rong Tang’s knack for subtlety. “Rong Tang, I…” Zhao Qi began.

 

Rong Tang silently watched him, his eyes reflecting Zhao Qi’s image.

 

Suddenly, Zhao Qi couldn’t find the words to continue. He paused, opting for a more indirect approach, “I’ve been indulging in wine and women, neglecting state affairs, and doing many foolish things, especially to you. So now that I’ve awakened, the person I most want to make amends to is you.”

“Hmm.”

 

  ”I still mean what I said. I’ll do my best to satisfy your wishes. You can leave the palace anytime you want. If you wish to go home, I’ll find time to accompany you. If you prefer to stay in the capital and serve, any official position I can influence is yours to choose.” Zhao Qi stared at his hands, his voice growing softer. “But none of this has to do with romance. It’s all because of… my guilt towards you.”

 

  Zhao Qi believed he had made his rejection clear. Surely someone as smart as Rong Tang would understand. He braced himself for Rong Tang’s anger, but instead, Rong Tang merely asked, “Is Your Majesty finished?”

 

  Rong Tang’s tone remained calm, without a ripple of emotion. Could it be that he had misunderstood things? Did Rong Tang not have those feelings for him? That would actually be a relief.

 

  Zhao Qi nodded hesitantly. “Yes, I’m finished.”

 

  Rong Tang continued, “Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see clearly. Sometimes, the one who can’t see your intentions clearly is yourself.”

 

  Confused, Zhao Qi said, “No, I’m quite sure I don’t have those feelings for you.”

 

  There was a hint of chill in Rong Tang’s eyes. Zhao Qi’s words had stirred up a storm of emotions in him, heavy and oppressive.

 

  Only now did Zhao Qi realize how blunt he had been. Feeling uneasy, he asked, “Rong Tang?”

 

  Rong Tang closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his expression had cleared considerably. “Back then, you called my name.”

 

  Now even more bewildered, Zhao Qi asked, “When was that?”

 

  ”So I don’t believe what you’re saying now.”

 

  ”What??? Is there a place to recharge IQ? I need a hundred thousand units!”

 

  Suddenly, Rong Tang gripped Zhao Qi’s wrist. “It took me a long time to understand my own feelings. How much longer do you think it would take for yours?”

 

  The oddness of this statement puzzled Zhao Qi. “All I want is to be alone…”

 

  Rong Tang pressed a finger to Zhao Qi’s lips to silence him, while his other hand slipped between Zhao Qi’s fingers, their hands intertwining. “I told you, I’ll wait for you,” Rong Tang said. “Hopefully, I won’t have to wait too long.”

 

  Zhao Qi could only smile wryly. In just a few days, he had rejected two people—one who didn’t believe he was straight, and one who didn’t believe he didn’t like him. What a mess this was.

 

  ”Alright,” Zhao Qi gave up struggling. “I have state affairs to attend to. I should head back.” Being emperor had its perks; when you wanted to leave, you could always use the universal excuse of “urgent state matters” and no one could stop you.

 

  Rong Tang let go of his hand. “Hmm.”

 

  As Zhao Qi reached the door, something occurred to him. He turned back and asked, “Rong Tang, has anyone from the Ministry of Justice approached you?”

 

  Rong Tang replied, “No. However, Prime Minister Xiao personally came to see me.”

 

  ”Regarding the Crown Prince of Western Xia, right?”

 

  ”That’s part of it.”

 

  Curious, Zhao Qi asked, “What’s the other part?”

 

  Rong Tang simply said, “It’s better if Your Majesty doesn’t know.”

 

  Realizing further inquiry was futile, Zhao Qi said, “What about the Crown Prince of Western Xia…”

 

  ”On the day of the palace banquet, Prince Huai did request two cups of sobering tea from a palace maid,” Rong Tang answered without being asked, “and he drank one of them.”

 

  ”You drank the other one?”

 

  Rong Tang shook his head. “That day, I only took a few sips and did not finish the tea.”

 

  Something clicked in Zhao Qi’s mind. “Then where did the remaining cup go?”

 

  ”For that, you’ll have to ask the supervisor of tea affairs.”

 

  Leaving the Library of Drunken Books, Zhao Qi was in a bad mood, staring at his feet without paying attention, nearly running into a tree until Jiang Dehai spoke up: “Your Majesty, be careful!”

 

  Zhao Qi halted, sighed, and asked, “Lao Jiang, why do you think Rong Tang doesn’t believe that I don’t like him?”

 

  Jiang Dehai replied, “Your Majesty has cherished Master Rong for so long. Now that you say you don’t like him, no one, not even Lao Nu, believes it.”

 

  Zhao Qi pinched Jiang Dehai fiercely, “The tears shed today are all because of the stubbornness of the past.”

 

  ”Your Majesty, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but if Master Rong truly likes Your Majesty, why push him away?”

 

  Zhao Qi pinched another strand of Jiang Dehai’s hair, “Who said I want to start a harem? In the future, I only want one empress.”

 

  Jiang Dehai covered his head, “Even if Your Majesty wants to be with one person for a lifetime, the Empress Dowager will not agree.”

 

  ”Let’s discuss this later. The immediate task is to cut the tangle quickly and make Master Rong give up on me as soon as possible.”

 

  Jiang Dehai didn’t understand, “Why, Your Majesty?”

 

  Zhao Qi pinched Jiang Dehai’s hair again, “I can’t keep him hanging, delaying his search for true love.”

 

  ”But, Your Majesty, Master Rong is still ill. He’s finally showing signs of improvement. If Your Majesty hurts his heart again…”

 

  The more Zhao Qi thought about it, the more he felt a headache coming on. “Ah, the spring wind of the broken sleeve is blowing all over the place. Forget it, let’s not talk about this. What about the Prime Minister?”

 

  ”At this hour, the Prime Minister should be in the Diligent Government Hall.”

 

  Zhao Qi went directly to the Diligent Government Hall, intending to discuss the case of the Crown Prince of Western Xia with Xiao Shiqing.

 

  The palace attendant guarding outside was about to announce him when Zhao Qi stopped him and asked, “Who’s inside?”

 

  ”Your Majesty, Prime Minister and General He are discussing matters.”

 

  ”Just the two of them?”

 

  ”Yes.”

 

  Zhao Qi found it strange that Xiao Shiqing and He Changzhou were discussing matters alone. Could it be about going to war with Western Xia? Why wasn’t he summoned then, especially when he still had half of the tiger tally in his hand!

 

  Entering the hall, Zhao Qi saw Xiao Shiqing seated in his usual place, a faint smile playing on his lips. He Changzhou stood leaning against a pillar, holding a sword, his back to Zhao Qi, so Zhao Qi couldn’t see his expression.

 

  Just as Zhao Qi was about to speak, he heard He Changzhou say, “Initially, Prime Minister suspected Your Majesty harbored ambitions and ordered me to approach you deliberately, to test the waters. Does Prime Minister still remember this?”


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Chapter 55 – Little Loach

Chapter 55: Little Loach

 

When Su Muluo brought Long Ling to the coffee shop, Qiansui happened to stroll out of the staff lounge, glanced at them, and asked, “Are you ready to open today?”

 

Su Muluo nodded and was about to say something when Long Ling squinted and asked, “Why is there a cat here?”

 

Then he looked at Su Muluo and said, “Are you still keeping stray cats outside?”

 

Qiansui: “……”

 

“Sorry, he’s having some issues.”

 

Su Muluo calmly told Qiansui this and then covered Long Ling’s mouth to stop him from speaking.

 

Qiansui looked at the two of them, feeling they were quite odd, and said, “Then be careful.”

 

Then he quickly ran off.

 

After Qiansui left, Su Muluo tried to retract his hand but was grabbed by Long Ling.

 

“What’s wrong with me?” Long Ling asked unhappily. “Why do you always say something about me?”

 

Su Muluo replied, “Because you have issues.”

 

He then gave Long Ling’s head a tap.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

What’s wrong with this person?

 

He always bullies him!

 

He immediately grabbed Su Muluo’s hand stubbornly and followed him to the bar counter.

 

At this time, the shop had just opened, and there weren’t many customers inside. Su Muluo sat at the bar, glancing at their clasped hands… not very pleased.

 

If it were the old Long Ling, he might have hugged him at this moment instead of just holding his hand.

 

Su Muluo shifted his gaze from their hands to Long Ling’s face. Long Ling looked at him, puzzled, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

 

Then he tightened his grip on Su Muluo’s hand and slightly raised his chin, saying, “Don’t think I’ll let go. If I let go, you’ll run away.”

 

Su Muluo: “……”

 

Su Muluo turned his face away and ignored him.

 

The street outside the coffee shop was noisy, but it was quiet inside. Long Ling stared at Su Muluo’s profile, wondering why this person was always so moody with him.

 

Was it because he had amnesia that he made this person angry?

 

Long Ling actually heard part of the conversation between Su Muluo and the jade pendant spirit earlier. He knew that the spirit referred to Su Muluo as “Phoenix Daren,” which meant that the person before him was indeed a phoenix.

 

This morning, when he woke up, he found this phoenix cuddled in his arms, sleeping soundly… From this, it seemed their relationship should be quite close.

 

So, this phoenix was indeed his wife!

 

Thinking of this, Long Ling became happy again. He had been confused upon waking up because he realized he had forgotten many things—but when he saw the person in his arms, despite finding them unfamiliar, his heart instinctively filled with joy and happiness…

 

He knew he must really, really like this phoenix.

 

So, did this phoenix like him?

 

Long Ling silently watched Su Muluo for a while and suddenly reached out to hug him.

 

The action was very sudden, and Long Ling even felt that the phoenix in his arms seemed startled—then looked up at him.

 

The phoenix’s eyes were very beautiful, like dark jewels. When staring at him without blinking, it almost melted his heart.

 

Long Ling’s eyes gleamed with a smile. He even wanted to kiss the phoenix, but feeling it might be too forward right now, he restrained himself and arrogantly said, “What’s wrong? You’re my phoenix, and if I want to hug you, I will.”

 

He tightened his embrace a bit more.

 

He also wanted to test the phoenix’s reaction, but Su Muluo only looked at him for a moment and then lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

Why was there no reaction?

 

Was he happy or not?

 

Long Ling leaned in again, trying to see the phoenix’s expression, but Su Muluo also turned his face away, not letting him see.

 

Long Ling was even more puzzled, staring at Su Muluo for a few seconds, and a thought popped into his mind.

 

Could it be… that his phoenix was shy?

 

Just a hug could make him shy?

 

Realizing this, Long Ling couldn’t help but smile. He blissfully rested his chin against Su Muluo’s hair and rubbed it.

 

His phoenix smelled good and was soft, making him feel very comfortable. The more he hugged, the better he felt and the less he wanted to let go.

 

However, he hadn’t been hugging for an hour when Su Muluo made him stop.

 

Because a customer had arrived.

 

“Boss, long time no see, you’ve finally opened!” The customer, obviously a regular, greeted Su Muluo warmly as soon as he walked in. “One special coffee, three parts sugar!”

 

Su Muluo nodded slightly and said, “Okay, please find a seat you like.”

 

While Su Muluo was making the coffee, Long Ling could only watch from the side. He originally thought the phoenix would let him hug after making the coffee—but was rejected again.

 

“There are customers in the shop,” Su Muluo said. “No hugging.”

 

Long Ling: “…… Tsk.”

 

Long Ling waited unhappily at the side, hoping the customer would finish quickly and leave. But before that customer left, another one arrived.

 

“Boss, where have you been? It’s been so long since you opened!”

 

“Wow, boss, you’re back! I’ve missed your special coffee!”

 

“……”

 

After a busy day at the coffee shop with many regular customers warmly greeting Su Muluo, Long Ling felt extremely annoyed. His entire demeanor was sour; he wished he could just snatch his phoenix away.

 

At 7 PM, Su Muluo closed the shop, feeling a bit happy looking at today’s sales. However, he had originally planned to bring his dragon to familiar places, hoping to trigger some memories. Instead, Long Ling not only failed to recover any memories but also turned himself into a sour dragon.

 

“Why do they all seem so familiar with the phoenix?” Long Ling hugged Su Muluo, clearly unhappy. “Phoenix, ignore them.”

 

Su Muluo comforted him, saying, “They are just my customers. If I ignore them, how will I make money?”

 

Long Ling confidently declared, “The phoenix doesn’t need to make money. I can support the phoenix.”

 

Su Muluo sighed and gestured towards him, “Okay, but where’s the money?”

 

Long Ling was silent for a few seconds before admitting, “Right now, it seems like I don’t have any.”

 

Su Muluo chuckled, finding his forgetful dragon quite naive. “It’s not that you don’t have any now; you didn’t have any before either.”

 

Long Ling: “? Why?”

 

Even though he had amnesia, he still felt like he shouldn’t be broke!

 

“It’s true,” Su Muluo patted his head. “I used to support you.”

 

Long Ling remembered telling him before that he would soon have money… But so far, he hadn’t seen his dragon having any money.

 

After hearing this, Long Ling fell silent again, struggling to accept the fact that he used to be a penniless dragon entirely supported by his phoenix. His expression was deeply conflicted.

 

—Until they returned to their rented room, where he clearly still pondered this matter and asked, “So, did the phoenix buy this house too?”

 

Su Muluo said, “It’s not bought; it’s rented.” Then, with a smile, he added, “The shop is also rented. We don’t have anything right now.”—Apart from the several million in the bank account and those priceless Phoenix feathers, they indeed had nothing.

 

Long Ling was silent.

 

He was probably hit hard by this reality and didn’t say another word until bedtime.

 

After Su Muluo took a shower, he sat on the bed. Seeing Long Ling quiet and unresponsive, he nudged him.

 

Wearing soft pajamas, with his skin still warm and slightly damp, and carrying the pleasant fragrance from the bath, Su Muluo was immediately embraced by Long Ling as soon as he came close.

 

Su Muluo pushed him gently and said, “Move away, you haven’t regained your memory yet, so no hugging.”

 

His pushes were soft and feeble. Long Ling didn’t budge but buried his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder, breathing in his scent.

 

It was fragrant.

 

He liked the Phoenix.

 

Long Ling felt a bit more cheerful, stepping out from the shadow of having no money, and asked, “Why did I lose my memory?”

 

At the mention of this, Su Muluo’s face turned sullen, and he replied, “I don’t know.”

 

Long Ling looked at him and thought his Phoenix-like sulking expression was also quite cute. He chuckled lightly and said, “Did anything happen before this?”

 

Su Muluo fell silent for a few seconds before giving the same answer, “I don’t know.”

 

He didn’t plan to tell Long Ling about the Heavenly Dao, the Golden Dragon, or the matters between the Dragon and Phoenix clans.

 

It wasn’t because these matters were too complicated to explain at the moment, but because… he wanted his Dragon to avoid these issues, leaving him alone to handle whatever happened next.

 

Long Ling wondered, “Nothing happened? That doesn’t seem right.”

 

He always felt that he lost his memory due to something very important… but he couldn’t recall what it was at the moment.

 

Su Muluo said, “I really don’t know.”

 

Not waiting for Long Ling to say anything else, he added, “I’m so sleepy, I’m going to bed.”

 

Then he reached out, turned off the light with a “click,” and buried his face into Long Ling’s chest.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

He looked down at his Phoenix and, after a few seconds, said, “Alright.”

 

Then he nuzzled Su Muluo’s hair a few times before closing his eyes.

 

The darkness enveloped the room, and Su Muluo, resting in Long Ling’s embrace, was still awake even though his eyes were closed.

 

He was thinking that Long Ling’s amnesia was a very good opportunity for him.

 

Tomorrow, he would take Long Ling back to Su Yuan and have him stay there while setting up another barrier—this way, his Dragon wouldn’t be affected by what would happen later.

 

If he could resolve everything smoothly, he would see Long Ling again; if not… at least, he could protect his Dragon.

 

Su Muluo made this decision quietly in his heart and sighed silently with relief.

 

He fell asleep with this thought in mind, but he had a distant dream that night.

 

In the dream, he was still the Phoenix clan leader from thousands of years ago, with Shuang Li squatting beside him, both of them guarding an egg.

 

This egg was the one Shuang Li had found and given to him back then. It was small when found but was now as big as half an adult’s palm and much smoother.

 

At this moment, the egg was lying on a soft pillow, and a small crack appeared with a “crack.”

 

“It’s hatching, it’s hatching!” Shuang Li exclaimed excitedly. “Could it be that the leader’s cooking really made it hatch?”

 

The Su Muluo from thousands of years ago replied calmly, “I told you I wasn’t lying, and it wasn’t me who wanted to cook it; it asked me to.”

 

Shuang Li said, “Wow! Even before it hatched, it seems to have intelligence!”

 

The two continued to watch the egg, and the cracking sound grew louder as the cracks widened… After a while, a small piece of the eggshell was pushed up.

 

Shuang Li said, “It’s coming out, it’s coming out!”

 

He was extremely nervous, and Su Muluo also focused his gaze, looking forward to seeing the egg he had cared for for years.

 

Before this, he had imagined what the hatched creature might look like. Perhaps it would be some mighty beast, small in size but impressive and awe-inspiring—

 

Then he saw a thin, small, black, and not at all impressive little snake emerge from the egg.

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

“Oh, it’s a little snake,” Shuang Li said, “all black… No, leader, it doesn’t seem like a snake!”

 

While Shuang Li spoke, Su Muluo had already picked up the “little black snake” in his hands. The “little snake” was soft and curled up in his palm, with two small, soft horns on its head and four tiny paws.

 

Having just been born, the “little black snake” hadn’t opened its eyes yet, but it seemed to have detected Su Muluo’s scent. It clung to one of his fingers with its four tiny paws, rubbing its little horns against his fingertips, making soft, cooing sounds, and being both soft and clingy.

 

Su Muluo looked at the “little black snake” for a while, a trace of a smile crossing his face, and said, “So cute.”

 

“Where’s the cuteness? It’s ugly, not even as cute as our clan’s baby birds.” Shuang Li observed the little snake and said, “But it has horns on its head and four paws. Could it be a dragon?”

 

Su Muluo looked at him and asked, “Are there black dragons in the Dragon clan?”

 

Shuang Li thought for a while and replied, “It doesn’t seem like there are.”

 

Su Muluo looked back down at the “little black snake” clinging to him and said after a while, “No matter, it’s just so cute.”

 

He poked the little horns on the “little black snake,” which clung to him even more stubbornly.

 

Su Muluo’s smile deepened, and he said, “It’s like a little loach…”

 

He thought for a moment and confidently named the “little snake,” “From now on, you’ll be called a little loach!”

 

The “little black snake-loach”: “…”


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Chapter 94 – Buried under the Wutong tree

Chapter 94 (Extra 16)

 

Flat Top Mountain.

 

Clouds gather and disperse, gentle breeze caresses.

 

At the end of spring, wild grasses are still flourishing. A group of brown-gray wild chickens flap their wings, clucking as they search for food across the mountains. Those wild chickens who have already cultivated their forms no longer forage on the ground but instead fish in the streams or gather fruits in the woods.

 

A group of young chicken demons dressed in hemp clothes, carrying fruit baskets, walk along playfully. Upon seeing something, they cover their mouths and exchange glances, whispering quietly.

 

“That strange chicken is sitting on the mountaintop in a daze again.”

 

“She’s getting old. Instead of idling like this, why doesn’t she find a mate? Who knows if she can still lay eggs.”

 

“She’s always out of it. None of the males in the clan dare to get close to her.”

 

Although the chicken demons speak in hushed tones, every word reaches Luo Hui’s ears clearly.

 

Luo Hui glances at them, stands up, and spreads her wings with a flap, stirring up a cloud of dust.

 

Several chicken demons are instantly surrounded by dust, waving their hands and coughing. After the strong wind passes, they all look disheveled.

 

*Cough cough.*

 

“Who’s there?”

 

They look up at the mountaintop, intending to confront Luo Hui, but she has already disappeared.

 

Several chicken demons are infuriated, their faces pale.

 

“Weird chicken!”

 

“No wonder she can’t get married!”

 

*

 

Luo Hui flaps her wings and lands at the foot of the mountain. She meets several rooster demons who have just returned after catching fish, hearing them talk about an eagle demon that fell and got charred near Yuqiang Lake.

 

When the eagle fell, it created a pit over ten feet deep.

 

The clan members dared only to stand at the edge of the pit, watching without approaching. They planned to wait until the eagle demon’s corpse rotted before burying it on the spot.

 

Luo Hui walks with a heavy heart, thinking about the mocking words of the chicken demons earlier. She truly feels that she might never get married.

 

On her deathbed, her mother held her hand and told her she must marry a true dragon or a divine phoenix to continue the clan’s bloodline, lest it perish completely.

 

But where does she even meet such lofty true dragons and divine phoenixes now?

 

Sighing, she kicks a stray branch on the ground and lifts her head, only to realize she has unwittingly walked to the edge of Yuqiang Lake. Before her lies the deep pit the rooster demons were discussing earlier.

 

Thin wisps of smoke rise from the deep pit, emitting a charred smell that’s quite unpleasant.

 

No wonder the chicken demons avoid this place.

 

She originally wanted to cover her nose and leave, but she vaguely senses a faint breath still lingering in the pit. Furrowing her brow, she covers her nose and approaches the pit.

 

In the pitch-black pit lies a creature charred black beyond recognition.

 

Could this be the “eagle demon” spoken of by her people?

 

She casts a spell to turn the “eagle demon” over. It seems to feel pain as a muffled groan emanates from its chest, startling her into retracting her hand quickly. She didn’t expect this “eagle demon” to still have a faint sign of life.

 

Without further thought, she jumps into the deep pit. The eagle demon has been burned badly, its entire body emitting a smell of singed feathers.

 

She reaches out to the eagle demon’s neck, thinking it might not have much time left, only to find its pulse surprisingly strong. There’s still a chance to save it.

 

She takes out a handkerchief, covers her nose, and then carefully lifts the charred eagle demon onto her back. With a flick of magic, the two of them return in an instant to her small wooden house.

 

The eagle demon lies on the ground, revealing a long, slender neck.

 

She examines it closely and whispers softly, “An eagle’s neck doesn’t look like this.”

 

This slender neck resembles that of a swan.

 

Could it be a swan demon?

 

She inspected his body, flipping open his wings, and suddenly noticed a glimmer of gold amidst the charred feathers. She carefully plucked at his feathers and was astonished to find a patch of feathers not burnt black but gleaming gold!

 

Suppressing her excitement, she checked the feathers on his tail. The blaze had scorched them head-on, so unlike those on his chest, the feathers here were completely charred.

 

Peeling back the layer of dark feathers, she uncovered layers of golden feathers interlaced with brown patterns resembling ancient characters.

 

The pattern on the forehead resembled “virtue,” on the wings “righteousness,” on the back “propriety,” and on the chest “trust.”

 

Though the characters were now indiscernible, they hinted at his identity.

 

He was a phoenix!

 

Not some eagle demon or swan demon at all!

 

Luo Hui couldn’t believe a phoenix had fallen among the wild chickens, burned into this sorry state. Wasn’t it said that phoenixes undergo rebirth through fire? They shouldn’t fear fire.

 

Ignoring her curiosity, she hurriedly went to the mountain doctor to buy medicine. Returning, she tried to feed the phoenix with water, but he refused to drink!

 

She forcefully pried open his mouth and shoved the medicine down his throat, but he still wouldn’t swallow. Perplexed, she sought help from the mountain doctor, who advised her not to use ordinary water but morning dew to feed the phoenix. Only then did he swallow the medicine obediently.

 

Sure enough, after feeding him with morning dew, the phoenix, nearly burned to ashes, needed such delicate treatment.

 

Why was he so delicate?

 

Back when she fled for her life with her mother, they caught and ate insects. Who cared about such things then?

 

She administered the medicine for several days, combined with the phoenix’s own healing abilities. Three days later, right before her eyes, the phoenix transformed into human form.

 

In human form, the phoenix was no longer dark and charred but fair and strong, with muscles bursting with strength. Though his eyes were tightly closed, his handsome and dignified features were still evident. Lying naked on the bed, he resembled a work of art.

 

She was stunned, her gaze lingering on the phoenix. She knew that males of the phoenix clan were handsome, but she never expected him to be this striking.

 

His facial contours were flawless, as was his physique, with long arms and slender legs, and in between…

 

Blushing, Luo Hui reached out and covered him with a blanket.

 

Until then, she had hesitated about whether to bear children with this charred phoenix.

 

After all, a charred phoenix was still a phoenix.

 

But upon seeing his appearance, she made up her mind.

 

It was him.

 

This face, coupled with hers, could undoubtedly produce the most noble and beautiful child in heaven and earth.

 

Thus, when Si Shaoxun awakened from the depths of chaos, before he even opened his eyes, he heard a clear female voice in his ears.

 

“I saved you. You must marry me.”

 

Si Shaoxun opened his eyes, his vision gradually clearing, and he saw a girl in black armor. She had tied her hair into a ponytail behind her head, a few strands falling from her temples. Her gentle smile adorned her brows and eyes, and her lips moved slightly before him.

 

“Do you know how much I lost to care for you?” The girl counted on her fingers. “To buy medicine for you, I spent all my gold. To heal you, I lost half of my cultivation. And at home, I cared for you for seven days without going out to hunt, depleting our stored winter provisions. So now you owe me.”

 

Si Shaoxun regained his composure, surveying his surroundings with a clear understanding of the situation. Sitting up in bed, he suddenly realized he was completely unclothed under the sheets.

 

“…” Si Shaoxun remained silent.

 

Seeing his frozen state, Luo Hui explained, “There are no men’s clothes in my house, so I didn’t have anything for you to wear. Besides, you’ve been lying in bed, so there was no need for clothes.”

 

“…” Si Shaoxun said nothing.

 

For some reason, a hint of awkwardness flickered in his eyes.

 

How could this wild chicken spirit be so audacious? Keeping a naked man in her home like this!

 

He conjured up a snow-white robe, tightened its collar, and then uncovered himself.

 

Luo Hui reached out to help him, fearing he might be unsteady, but he avoided her touch without changing his expression.

 

“Is this the demon realm?” His voice, low and oddly magnetic, was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

 

Luo Hui nodded.

 

Si Shaoxun had been subduing the Chi Kiss, already binding it, when it suddenly self-destructed, engulfing him in the Three Clear Flames that burned fiercely.

 

Already injured, he extinguished the flames but sustained serious wounds, causing him to fall unconscious from the Pingding Mountain.

 

Reflecting on this, he thanked Luo Hui and promised to show his gratitude with a grand gift upon returning to the Ninth Heaven.

 

Unexpectedly, Luo Hui hesitated before refusing, “No, I have only one condition: you must marry me.”

 

“…” Si Shaoxun couldn’t hide his surprise.

 

Si Shaoxun couldn’t help but look up at Luo Hui. Though bold celestial maidens were not rare in the heavenly realms, he had never encountered such a straightforward and uninhibited woman.

 

Meeting Si Shaoxun’s gaze, Luo Hui blushed slowly.

 

Couldn’t resist.

 

This man was just too good-looking.

 

Si Shaoxun averted his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Marriage is no trivial matter. It shouldn’t be decided so lightly.”

 

“How could it be trivial? I saved you, you should repay me. It’s only right and proper.” Luo Hui insisted.

 

Si Shaoxun pursed his lips, feeling their conversation was going nowhere. After a silent moment, he proposed that he could repay her in any other way except marriage.

 

But Luo Hui wouldn’t back down, and Si Shaoxun fell silent.

 

His injuries were nearly healed, and in a few days, he would leave this place. He planned to discuss how to repay Luo Hui at that time.

 

Before dawn, Luo Hui got up early, preparing to go out.

 

Listening to the faint sounds outside the folding screen, Si Shaoxun couldn’t help asking, “What are you going out to do?”

 

“To collect morning dew.” Luo Hui replied, carrying a basket and a bottle, her figure disappearing into the darkness.

 

She didn’t return until nearly noon, pouring out the collected morning dew into a bottle and placing it in front of Si Shaoxun. She then sat down to nibble on wild fruits.

 

Si Shaoxun had thought that after repeatedly declining her marriage proposal, she might be upset, but he hadn’t expected her to still be so considerate.

 

He remained silent. She seemed to recall something and furrowed her brows, asking, “What’s your name?”

 

“Si Shaoxun.”

 

Luo Hui’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Si Shaoxun. She had heard this name countless times.

 

Nowadays, descendants of the Phoenix clan in the Six Realms were rare, especially the Divine Phoenixes. In recent years, there had only been one Divine Phoenix born in the Phoenix clan.

 

Thus, this Divine Phoenix was also hailed as the last Divine Phoenix of the Six Realms.

 

His name was Si Shaoxun.

 

Seeing Luo Hui’s astonished expression, Si Shaoxun calmly said, “What’s the matter?”

 

“Nothing much, I just feel like I should marry you.” With that said, Luo Hui gnawed on wild fruits, lowering her head in thought.

 

“…” Si Shaoxun was speechless.

 

Si Shaoxun felt like he was being targeted by a hungry wolf. He planned to leave after resting tonight, but what he didn’t expect was that he would fall into her trap that very night.

 

He heard Luo Hui’s cry for help from the creek behind the mountain. Without much thought, he immediately flew over and stood on the water’s surface. Suddenly, Luo Hui stood up from the water and hugged him tightly from behind.

 

Before he could react, Luo Hui turned around and kissed the corner of his lips, passing some breath into his mouth.

 

Her brows and eyes were adorned with water droplets as she gently held his face. Her deep black eyes stared directly into his, “I just cast a love curse on you.”

 

“You…”

 

“You have no choice but to love me, to want me.”

 

Luo Hui kissed the corner of his lips. Perhaps due to the love curse taking effect, he intended to push her away, but instead of doing so, he was pulled into the water by her.

 

The passionate surge, hotter than the Chi Kiss’s flames, roared within him. Facing Luo Hui’s gaze, he felt the warmth and softness of her naked body against him, inch by inch losing his composure.

 

 

When Si Shaoxun woke up, Luo Hui was still asleep.

 

He silently watched the sleeping figure for a while before getting up. Luo Hui reached out and grabbed his waist, her fingers not quite behaving, feeling around his abdomen.

 

“…” He was speechless.

 

Her salty hands left a bunch of marks on him.

 

Were all demon women this bold?

 

He pushed her hand away and fastened his clothes, “I need to visit the Divine Phoenix clan first.”

 

She opened her blurry eyes and mumbled unclearly, “Will you come back?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Luo Hui waited for Si Shaoxun on Pingding Mountain for over a month but didn’t see him return. Instead, she heard gossip from the chicken demons in her clan, saying that Heaven had arranged a marriage between the Divine Phoenix clan and the Divine Phoenix clan, with Si Shaoxun marrying Princess Zhu.

 

Knowing that Si Shaoxun didn’t really like her, she figured his promise to return was just to placate her. Thus, in this month-long period, Si Shaoxun did not send her any letters.

 

She didn’t blame Si Shaoxun. She only wanted to borrow his seed.

 

If she didn’t get it, she would just find another target.

 

But if she did get it…

 

Luo Hui touched her abdomen, caught in a dilemma. With her cultivation, she couldn’t protect the child herself, so she needed to find the child’s father for protection.

 

A few days later, Luo Hui noticed her abdomen slightly bulging and her body showing unusual symptoms. Unable to tolerate any meaty smells, she went to a mountain doctor for an examination and indeed found out she was pregnant!

 

The old mountain doctor stroked his beard leisurely, “The egg in your belly seems unusually large.”

 

Of course, it was unusually large. This was the child of Yujia and the Divine Phoenix!

 

Luo Hui immediately exclaimed in excitement, “Doctor, are you sure I’m pregnant?”

 

“Yes.” The old mountain doctor hesitated for a moment. It was the first time he had seen an old hen so excited about laying an egg, as if she had laid a phoenix egg.

 

Before he could tell Luo Hui that there was still an egg in her belly that had not yet formed, she hurriedly thanked him and left.

 

Luo Hui went back to pack her things and, without stopping, went to the Ninth Heaven to find Si Shaoxun.

 

Little did she expect that she would give birth to the egg halfway there.

 

This egg was about eight or nine times larger than a normal chicken egg and looked exactly like an ordinary egg, with differences that could only be seen with careful observation.

 

Inside the eggshell, faint silver light seeped through. The silver interior was the true appearance of the Yu Jia egg.

 

The outer shell, as hard as iron, evolved over many years to camouflage and protect the Yu Jia egg.

 

She carried the egg, ascended through the Nine Heavens, and inquired about the position of the Phoenix Clan, heading straight there.

 

But within moments, the entire Nine Heavens buzzed with gossip. A wild chicken had come looking for Si Shao Xun, intending to use the chicken egg to assert its position.

 

 

Inside the great hall, Luo Hui carefully pulled out the chicken egg and showed it to Si Shao Xun and the members of the Phoenix Clan.

 

Si Shao Xun gazed at the unusually large egg in silence.

 

Luo Hui awkwardly explained, “You’re a divine phoenix, so you’re larger. That’s why this egg is bigger than usual.”

 

Before Si Shao Xun could speak, other members of the Phoenix Clan couldn’t help but rebuke Luo Hui.

 

“Where did this wild chicken come from? Claiming this egg is a descendant of our Phoenix Clan?”

 

“If you’re going to deceive, at least put in some effort. Our Phoenix Clan’s eggs don’t look like this at all, and furthermore…” The person didn’t finish their sentence, glancing at Si Shao Xun before continuing, “Our clan leader has never been interested in women, not even the celestial maidens. Why would he be fond of such a wild chicken like you?”

 

“That’s enough.” Si Shao Xun glanced at the person, who immediately fell silent. Si Shao Xun stepped forward, about to touch the egg, but Luo Hui quickly hid it again, afraid Si Shao Xun would discover something.

 

“This egg mustn’t cool down. I’ve wrapped it in cloth to maintain its temperature. In a little while, the child will be ready to hatch.”

 

Si Shao Xun said nothing, his gaze falling on Luo Hui’s disheveled hair and weary face. He instructed her to rest first.

 

She didn’t lie; indeed, the egg needed to be wrapped in cloth to maintain its warmth.

 

After Si Shao Xun arranged for her to stay, he didn’t come to see her for quite some time. She then reverted to her original form, closed her eyes, folded her wings, and sat on the bed incubating the egg.

 

Perhaps feeling uneasy, she dreamed of fleeing with her mother.

 

Her mother had also married a male phoenix, and shortly thereafter gave birth to her. The male phoenix treated her mother and her very well. Her mother thought that after so many years of marriage, the male phoenix was worth relying on, so she told him about her being a descendant of the Yu Jia blood.

 

As a result, that very night, the male phoenix’s face changed. He planned to kill her and drink her blood to ascend to the Ninth Heaven as a divine phoenix. He even advised her mother to have another child in the future.

 

Only then did her mother realize that so-called deep affection was no match for material gain. She took her and fled, both forced to the brink of despair.

 

Her mother told her that it must end, that news of the surviving Yu Jia tribe must not be known to anyone.

 

Her mother also said that the Yu Jia tribe must not perish, and she must continue the Yu Jia bloodline, not repeating her mistakes.

 

Above all, she must not trust those closest to her.

 

Finally, her mother embraced the male phoenix, and they perished together.

 

Luo Hui recalled this, a tear falling from her eye.

 

A hand with distinct bones wiped away her tears, a deep voice resonating above her head, instantly waking her from her dream.

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

“Ah… I…” Luo Hui was caught off guard, opening her eyes to meet Si Shao Xun’s gaze.

 

Si Shao Xun’s eyes were pitch black, with an unmistakable hint of scrutiny. She remembered her mother’s advice from the dream, pursed her lips, and explained, “I… I just thought of what the Phoenix Clan said earlier. Husband, would you also despise me and our child as mere wild chickens like others?”

 

“No.” After a pause, Si Shao Xun’s expression suddenly grew cold. “What did you call me?”

 

“Husband…” Luo Hui blinked.

 

“…”

 

Si Shao Xun seemed somewhat angry, furrowing his brows and glaring at Luo Hui before turning and leaving.

 

Luo Hui noticed the peculiar reddening at the base of Si Shao Xun’s ears and couldn’t help but add, “We already have a child together. Naturally, you are my husband, and I am your wife.”

 

Si Shao Xun’s footsteps quickened.

 

After teasing Si Shao Xun, Luo Hui chuckled and transformed back into human form. Just as she hid the egg away, the door suddenly burst open.

 

Before she could react, she was seized by a strange figure. When she woke up, she found herself imprisoned in an underwater dungeon.

 

Her hands were bound to wooden stakes with iron ropes inscribed with runes. Water submerged her from the chest down, her feet unable to touch the bottom. The pitch-black water revealed strange creatures floating within.

 

She screamed in fright, struggling to escape. However, the water itself was enchanted; any movement caused silver ripples to lash at her like elongated whips.

 

“Father, are you sure she’s Si Shao Xun’s beloved?”

 

“Of course. Otherwise, with Si Shao Xun’s temperament, why would he keep a wild chicken in his palace?”

 

“Let’s see now what her position is in Si Shao Xun’s heart. We thought joining forces with Chi Wen could kill Si Shao Xun, but he survived the Three Clearings’ intense flames.”

 

“Even if he survives, Father won’t let him take your position as clan leader.”

 

“Thank you, Father.”

 

 

Luo Hui faintly heard the conversation echoing around her. She lifted her head to locate the voices but saw nothing.

 

She had been confined in the water dungeon for three days, but her main concern was the egg. She had placed it in the Qiankun bag, unsure if Si Shao Xun would find it.

 

He must see it.

 

Just like a chicken egg, a Yu Jia egg needed continuous nurturing. If the nest was disturbed midway, the egg would turn cold and perish.

 

 

Luo Hui’s breath gradually weakened, and she drifted into unconsciousness. When she regained awareness, she heard the sound of water stirring. She fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and saw the water before her seeming to part as if with a life of its own, splitting into two sides.

 

A man in white robes trembled as he embraced her. She fell into his arms, hearing his voice by her ear.

 

“Luo Hui.”

 

She hadn’t told him her name. How did he know?

 

She parted her lips, and he lowered his head. She faintly heard a few words.

 

“Qiankun bag… egg…”

 

“It’s fine.”

 

Only then did Luo Hui relax and close her eyes.

 

Si Shao Xun’s gaze gradually lowered, noticing blood staining her skirt. The former water dungeon also bore faint traces of red.

 

The celestial physician informed him that she had recently developed an egg in her belly, now lost due to the cold.

 

His lips tightened, eyes darkening. After taking care of Luo Hui, he left the palace with a long sword.

 

He never cared for the position of Phoenix Clan leader.

 

Yet now, because of that position, Luo Hui was injured and he had lost a child.

 

It was all despicable.

 

 

Luo Hui woke up three days later. As she regained consciousness, she instinctively searched for the Qiankun bag by the bedside. Not finding it, she instead saw her egg safely placed inside a jade vessel at room temperature.

 

She quickly hugged the egg, as if holding a rare treasure recovered from loss. Sniffling, she leaned down and planted a heavy kiss on the eggshell.

 

“Sob, you scared Mama. Mama thought she’d never see you again.” Luo Hui kissed the eggshell a few more times.

 

She had no idea that during her time in the water dungeon, she had lost a child forever.

 

Si Shaoxun found that she was unaware of this matter, smiling foolishly all day long, so he concealed the truth from her, unable to bear to tell her the reality.

 

She had originally thought that by coming to the Ninth Heaven, she could live a luxurious life with her husband. However, she didn’t expect that Si Shaoxun would suddenly fall into darkness!

 

Si Shaoxun killed the current chief of the Phoenix Clan and his son. The Phoenix Clan was both fearful and resentful. To appease his anger, they planned to appoint him as the new clan chief. However, he refused. In a fit of anger, he left the Ninth Heaven and went to the Demon Realm.

 

Luo Hui’s dream of a beautiful life collapsed. She was forced to clutch at straws and follow Si Shaoxun to the Demon Realm.

 

“Did you kill them to avenge me?”

 

“No,” Si Shaoxun replied calmly. “They originally conspired against me with the hand of Chiwen, and deserved to die.”

 

Fortunately, soon after Si Shaoxun turned into a demon, he quickly defeated Chu Shanjun and became the new Demon Lord.

 

Luo Hui began to live another kind of luxurious life. Under her daily “egg teaching,” not long after, their child hatched from the egg.

 

Everything was just as she had imagined. This child inherited one hundred percent of Yu Jia’s bloodline and disguised itself as a wild chicken upon birth.

 

A pitch-black little wild chicken flapped its wings vigorously and took small steps, crawling out of the eggshell.

 

Luo Hui’s heart melted, unable to help but look at Si Shaoxun. Si Shaoxun’s expression remained calm and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations as he looked at the little wild chicken, as if seeing a fruit on a tree.

 

She silently criticized him for being heartless, but on the surface, she fluttered into Si Shaoxun’s arms, one hand resting on his strong chest.

 

“A divine phoenix rules the Demon Realm, domineering and imposing. But a wild chicken ruling the Demon Realm is quite ironic. So, in order for our son to inherit your position properly in the future, I want to conceal his true identity and publicly declare him as a little divine phoenix.”

 

Si Shaoxun remained silent, his gaze fixed on the chirping little wild chicken, his thoughts inscrutable.

 

After a while, Si Shaoxun pushed away Luo Hui’s salty pig hand and said, “As you wish.”

 

Luo Hui was overjoyed. She didn’t expect this Ninth Heaven divine phoenix to be so easily deceived.

 

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Si Shaoxun asked.

 

“No, nothing.”

 

She cast an illusion to instantly transform the true form of the little wild chicken into the appearance of a little divine phoenix. The little wild chicken seemed dissatisfied, clucking and flapping its wings.

 

She smiled and patted the little wild chicken’s head, tossing a fat earthworm over.

 

“…”

 

“Husband, do you want to give our child a name?”

 

“As you wish.”

 

Just these two words again.

 

Luo Hui pouted and turned to Si Shaoxun, saying, “Mother hopes that you will grow up to be someone who corrects mistakes when necessary and is consistent in words and deeds, so let’s call you Si Guoyi for now.”

 

“…”

 

“The baby seems to be unhappy with this name. Why does he keep gesturing?” Luo Hui tugged at Si Shaoxun’s sleeve.

 

Si Shaoxun nodded.

 

Luo Hui smiled, “Then let him choose his own name when he grows up. For now, let’s call him Si Guoyi as a nickname.”

 

“…”

 

After Si Shaoxun left, Luo Hui did not feed Si Guoyi worms. Instead, she immediately threw away the fat earthworm and brought Si Guoyi celestial dew and jade brew.

 

“Guoyi, you must remember, you only like celestial dew and jade brew. You are a little divine phoenix. Please don’t let anyone know your true identity. When you grow up, Mother will tell you the reason.”

 

Luo Hui smiled and rubbed Si Guoyi’s head, vaguely feeling that Si Guoyi seemed to sigh. She couldn’t help but feel strange. Although her son was small in size, why did his expression look like that of a little adult?

 

Fortunately, the child was sensible. Whatever she said, he understood with just one mention, making her childcare work simple and relaxed.

 

Recently, Si Shaoxun had been busy, often leading his demon soldiers into battle outside.

 

She had never concerned herself with Si Shaoxun’s affairs until a maid hinted that a fairy had come to the Demon Realm and was constantly by Si Shaoxun’s side.

 

The maid’s words implied caution towards that fairy.

 

She found time to visit the military camp to find Si Shaoxun and sure enough, beside him was a fairy in a red dress. The fairy was tall and graceful, with delicate features like a painting, exuding an unreachable aura of elegance.

 

However, as she looked at Si Shaoxun, all her haughtiness faded, revealing eyes full of love.

 

Luo Hui held her breath, quietly approached, and listened to their conversation.

 

“Shaoxun, are you really not going back to the Heavenly Realm?”

 

“Zhu, since I’ve fallen into darkness, it’s impossible for me to go back. Besides, my wife and child are both in the Demon Realm.”

 

“Wife and child? Are you referring to that unknown wild chicken? Shaoxun, you’re the last divine phoenix of the Nine Heavens. How can you mix with her? The two of you are completely incompatible!”

 

Luo Hui couldn’t help but grind her teeth upon hearing this woman’s disdainful tone towards her, a truly venomous heart beneath her fairy appearance.

 

Does she need to comment on whether they are compatible or not?

 

Zhu then softened her tone. “Shaoxun, I know you don’t truly love her. She forced you to marry her through dirty means. I’m willing to wait for you at Mount Gushe until you change your mind.”

 

After saying this, Zhu didn’t wait for Si Shaoxun’s response and left with a spell.

 

Luo Hui didn’t enter immediately, unwilling to appear like she was catching them in the act. Instead, she waited until Zhu had been gone for a while before going in to find Si Shaoxun.

 

Si Shaoxun was looking at a map, his expression serious and focused. When he saw her appear, he only glanced up briefly.

 

Pretending not to know anything, she smiled and said, “Husband, Chu Shanjun’s subordinates still lack a few to be subdued.”

 

“One.”

 

“Oh, then Husband should be returning home soon.”

 

Si Shaoxun paused, looked up at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing, I just suddenly missed my husband.”

 

At her words, Si Shaoxun’s mouth twitched.

 

Seeing his smile, tinged with a hint of mockery, she thought that with his former lover from the Heavenly Realm accompanying him, he probably didn’t want to see her at all, hence the smile.

 

Luo Hui suddenly lost the desire to continue chatting. After looking around inside the tent and not seeing any belongings of a woman, she said, “I’ll go back first.”

 

“Is there nothing you want to say to me?” Si Shaoxun suddenly looked up and asked her.

 

She shook her head, turned around, and left, not seeing the subtle change in his expression behind her.

 

 

Si Shaoxun quickly subdued the last opponent. However, instead of returning to Zhuyun Peak, he stayed on the drifting Firefly Island in the Demon Realm.

 

When Luo Hui learned of this, her expression briefly froze, but she quickly smiled and teased Si Shaoxun.

 

Since that incident when she “arranged” Si Shaoxun, the two had never been intimate again.

 

This husband was merely in name.

 

She had once thought of smoothing things over for the sake of their child, after all, the child would still need Si Shaoxun’s protection in the future.

 

That was when they first arrived in the Demon Realm. She had taken the initiative to undress and lie down on the bed, but when Si Shaoxun saw her, he merely reached out to help her adjust her clothes, his gaze lingering briefly on her abdomen before quickly looking away.

 

She probably understood that this man was not interested in her body.

 

Or rather, he was not interested in her body that had borne children.

 

It’s heard that many men disdain their wives’ figures after childbirth, and now her lower abdomen has extra skin, naturally not comparable to that slender-waisted fairy, the phoenix princess.

 

She no longer humiliates herself. Si Shaoxun cannot find her, and she does not seek Si Shaoxun.

 

Separated by a mountain, they haven’t seen each other for over twenty years.

 

But they never expected that their reunion after over twenty years would mark the end of her life.

 

She didn’t know what happened between Si Shaoxun and the Phoenix Clan. The Phoenix Clan vented their anger on Si Lan and captured him.

 

Watching Si Lan restrained and pressed to the ground, she nearly lost her sanity, the long sword in her hand almost slipping away.

 

Ju Zhu pinched Si Lan’s face, her eyes crazed with crimson madness: “He’s just a mongrel! Why should he bind Si Shaoxun? If not for you and him, how could Si Shaoxun have turned out like this? You both deserve to die.”

 

Ju Zhu made a move to execute Si Lan, but she swung her sword at Ju Zhu in defiance. Unexpectedly, the divine formation on Ju Zhu’s body rebounded, and the sword wound struck her own chest.

 

Fresh blood flowed continuously from her chest and mouth.

 

The long sword fell to the ground, and she also collapsed.

 

Torrential rain poured down, the sounds of rain, wind, and Si Lan’s crying mingling in her ears. She struggled to open her eyes and saw Si Lan’s face wet with rain.

 

“Mother, mother…”

 

She wanted to speak, opened her mouth, but only a gush of blood spurted out.

 

Si Shaoxun finally appeared.

 

Through the dense rain curtain, she couldn’t clearly see Si Shaoxun’s face, only his white clothes seemingly stained by the rain, strikingly vivid.

 

She said, “I’m dying… Promise me one last request, don’t let Si Lan’s identity be discovered.”

 

At these words, Si Shaoxun transformed into his true form as a divine phoenix, severed a pair of phoenix wings, and placed them on Si Lan’s back.

 

A peaceful smile finally appeared on her face.

 

Amidst the noisy rain, a hoarse question came.

 

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

 

“No.”

 

Never.

 

She used him, guarded against him.

 

Never loved him.

 

He was just a tool she had chosen.

 

And he, under the influence of love poison, was only this unwilling.

 

Si Shaoxun calmly handled her affairs and buried her body beneath the phoenix trees of Zhuyun Peak.

 

Her soul, however, he gathered into a Soul Lamp.

 

She died from spiritual trauma, unable to re-piece her soul back together.

 

He often looked at the Soul Lamp, day after day, without saying a word.

 

Later, he took the Soul Lamp to seek revenge on the Phoenix Clan. He struck Ju Zhu with a sword, but the backlash of the divine formation appeared on him as well.

 

Ju Zhu covered her wound, tears falling: “I was just angry for a moment, just trying to scare her by capturing the child. I didn’t expect her to strike me with a sword. If not for that, she wouldn’t have suffered the backlash…”

 

The Princess of the Phoenix Clan repaid Ju Zhu’s life with another life and saved her.

 

He dragged his wounds back to Zhuyun Peak and slept under the giant phoenix tree.

 

Years passed day by day.

 

His cultivation advanced rapidly, and he had already subdued the leaders of the twelve peaks of the Demon Realm.

 

There was nothing left for him to cling to. At the moment of his divine demise, Si Lan told him, “Mother once got drunk and said that the promise she made to you back then wasn’t a love poison, she never poisoned you.”

 

“Mother also said she really wanted… really wanted to grow old with you as a couple.”

 

Tears welled up in his eyes as he held the Soul Lamp, trembling slightly.

 

So that’s how it was.

 

That’s how it was.

 

In the sixtieth year after Luo Hui’s passing, he peacefully passed away under the phoenix tree, his soul carrying Luo Hui’s soul, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

 

He bribed the King of the Underworld, and in the next life, he and Luo Hui would have a perfect ending.

 

And in this life, their ashes were buried together under the phoenix tree.

 

Year after year, age after age, together forever.


T/N: And that marks the official end of the Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms + side stories! I always love it when a series ends with tons of after and before scenarios; to make sure we’re not just left high and dry or hanging and empty at the end of the story!

Thank you to all my readers who left comments, it really helps motivate me. If you see any mistakes, feel free to drop a comment and I’ll fix it right up too. It helps me improve and learn too, plus it’ll probably improve the quality of reading for those after you (or yourself, if you choose to revisit this story). It was quite the ride, and I did not expect so many side couples with sad backstories. Welp, at least the main couple got together right…?

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Chapter 42 – I am innocent.

Chapter 42 – I am innocent.

Zhao Qi was completely bewildered, but he knew he had to heed the Prime Minister’s brother’s words, or there would be serious consequences.

 

Zhao Qi obediently parted his lips. Xiao Shiqing smiled in satisfaction, leaning slightly forward to block others’ view, then passionately kissed Zhao Qi on the lips.

 

“Brother—mm—” Zhao Qi’s lips were bitten painfully, his breath stolen away. Embarrassing sounds escaped through his clenched teeth, faint yet audible to everyone present.

 

He Changzhou stood frozen, his face terribly pale, glaring hatefully at Xiao Shiqing, wishing he could tear him apart.

 

Xiao Jinzi was both shocked and fearful, trembling silently. Even Jiang Dehai, who had been in the palace for decades and considered himself knowledgeable, kept his head low, avoiding eye contact with the trio. Only the secret guards of the Tianji Camp remained composed as ever.

 

As Zhao Qi felt suffocated, Xiao Shiqing finally lifted his head. Zhao Qi went limp from the kiss, any clarity left drowned in Xiao Shiqing’s overwhelming presence. Xiao Shiqing lifted him up, Zhao Qi instinctively reaching out and gripping his shoulders.

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at He Changzhou with undisguised disdain. “Learned your lesson?”

 

He Changzhou’s chest heaved violently, his eyes burning like they might shed blood. Every action and word from Xiao Shiqing felt sharper than enemy blades on the battlefield, piercing his heart mercilessly.

 

Before He Changzhou could reply, Xiao Shiqing carried Zhao Qi out, followed by the silent guards.

 

The Yonghua Palace fell into silence. He Changzhou remained unresponsive for a while. Jiang Dehai approached tentatively, softly calling, “General?”

 

He Changzhou remained silent, his once lively and straightforward demeanor completely gone. He looked at his hands, then abruptly stormed out.

 

When Xiao Shiqing carried Zhao Qi back to Haiyan Hall, Zhao Qi was already asleep in his arms, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol.

 

Xiao Shiqing dismissed the eunuchs and palace maids, leaving only the two of them in the hall. “Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi lay sprawled on the bed, half awake at Xiao Shiqing’s call, opening his eyes just a slit.

 

“Take off your clothes before sleeping,” Xiao Shiqing instructed.

 

Zhao Qi seemed not to understand, hesitating for a moment before closing his eyes again.

 

Xiao Shiqing sat by the bed, methodically undoing the dragon robe on Zhao Qi’s body. Halfway through, Zhao Qi suddenly turned over, the robe slipping off his arm, revealing a fair shoulder.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes darkened as he traced the bite mark on Zhao Qi’s shoulder, his voice hoarse. “Servant.”

 

A eunuch entered respectfully. “Prime Minister.”

 

“Prepare the bath. His Majesty wishes to bathe.”

 

The next morning, Zhao Qi woke alone in bed, his head pounding from a hangover. He gently tapped his head and muttered, “Lao Jiang, what time is it?”

 

The room was eerily quiet, no one answered him.

 

Opening one eye, Zhao Qi saw dim morning light filling the room, devoid of any figures. He called out again, “Lao Jiang? Xiao Jinzi?”

 

A figure approached against the light. “Awake?”

 

The man’s face was in shadow, but Zhao Qi recognized the voice instantly, burning it into memory. “Brother?”

 

“Mm.”

 

Glancing around, Zhao Qi suddenly felt as though he were under a spell. “This isn’t my bedchamber… Why am I here?”

 

Xiao Shiqing remained silent for a moment, then coolly replied, “Forgot again?”

 

Confused, Zhao Qi asked, “‘Again’?”

 

Xiao Shiqing inquired, “Why did you drink so much last night?”

 

Slowly recalling some details, Zhao Qi casually fabricated a reason, “I was troubled by state affairs and sought solace in wine.” He watched Xiao Shiqing closely as he spoke.

 

Xiao Shiqing reached out, and Zhao Qi instinctively flinched back. Xiao Shiqing narrowed his eyes. “Why are you avoiding me now, when you seemed to enjoy it before?”

 

“Eh?”

 

“Come here.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated before moving closer, feigning nonchalance. “Brother wouldn’t hit me, right? Haha.”

 

“No.” Xiao Shiqing reached to tuck a loose strand of Zhao Qi’s hair behind his ear, but after several failed attempts, he let it drop.

 

Unable to watch anymore, Zhao Qi said, “Brother, no need to trouble yourself. I’ll have Xiao Jinzi help me with my hair later.”

 

Xiao Shiqing suggested, “Or I could help you?”

 

“Better not,” Zhao Qi replied, “With brother’s skills, I might end up bald.” Between managing household and state affairs, his hair had been thinning.

 

Xiao Shiqing muttered, “… Fool.”

 

Zhao Qi smiled outwardly, inwardly cursing, “What a moron.”

 

Seemingly fixated on Zhao Qi’s hair, Xiao Shiqing gently ruffled it and said, “There’s nothing to worry about. If my guess is right, we’ll soon solve the case of the Prince of Western Xia.”

 

Zhao Qi seized on the point. “Brother, have you made a breakthrough?”

 

“If I think it, it will come.”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t quite understand. Xiao Shiqing explained, “The deadline of seven days is almost upon us. Regardless of the final outcome, we must provide an explanation to Western Xia. The veracity of this explanation is irrelevant; what matters is that it silences Western Xia.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated, “So, Prime Minister wants to find a scapegoat. Isn’t that unfair to the scapegoat, who is innocent?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied coolly, “Some people are destined to die. In that case, it’s better to make their deaths meaningful.”

 

Shaking his head, Zhao Qi couldn’t agree. But he knew this wasn’t an era of equality; imperial authority trumped all, and he lacked the ability to lead Great Jing toward a republic. “There are still a few days left,” he said, “I don’t believe with so many intelligent people, we can’t find the real culprit!”

 

Xiao Shiqing neither affirmed nor denied, saying, “Court awaits.”

 

“Oh,” Zhao Qi pushed aside the covers, noticing he wore different inner clothes from yesterday’s. Belatedly realizing he felt remarkably refreshed, he exclaimed, “Someone helped me bathe, didn’t they?”

 

Zhao Qi was completely bewildered, but he knew he had to heed the Prime Minister’s brother’s words, or there would be serious consequences.

 

Zhao Qi obediently parted his lips. Xiao Shiqing smiled in satisfaction, leaning slightly forward to block others’ view, then passionately kissed Zhao Qi on the lips.

 

“Brother—mm—” Zhao Qi’s lips were bitten painfully, his breath stolen away. Embarrassing sounds escaped through his clenched teeth, faint yet audible to everyone present.

 

He Changzhou stood frozen, his face terribly pale, glaring hatefully at Xiao Shiqing, wishing he could tear him apart.

 

Xiao Jinzi was both shocked and fearful, trembling silently. Even Jiang Dehai, who had been in the palace for decades and considered himself knowledgeable, kept his head low, avoiding eye contact with the trio. Only the secret guards of the Tianji Camp remained composed as ever.

 

As Zhao Qi felt suffocated, Xiao Shiqing finally lifted his head. Zhao Qi went limp from the kiss, any clarity left drowned in Xiao Shiqing’s overwhelming presence. Xiao Shiqing lifted him up, Zhao Qi instinctively reaching out and gripping his shoulders.

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at He Changzhou with undisguised disdain. “Learned your lesson?”

 

He Changzhou’s chest heaved violently, his eyes burning like they might shed blood. Every action and word from Xiao Shiqing felt sharper than enemy blades on the battlefield, piercing his heart mercilessly.

 

Before He Changzhou could reply, Xiao Shiqing carried Zhao Qi out, followed by the silent guards.

 

The Yonghua Palace fell into silence. He Changzhou remained unresponsive for a while. Jiang Dehai approached tentatively, softly calling, “General?”

 

He Changzhou remained silent, his once lively and straightforward demeanor completely gone. He looked at his hands, then abruptly stormed out.

 

When Xiao Shiqing carried Zhao Qi back to Haiyan Hall, Zhao Qi was already asleep in his arms, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol.

 

Xiao Shiqing dismissed the eunuchs and palace maids, leaving only the two of them in the hall. “Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi lay sprawled on the bed, half awake at Xiao Shiqing’s call, opening his eyes just a slit.

 

“Take off your clothes before sleeping,” Xiao Shiqing instructed.

 

Zhao Qi seemed not to understand, hesitating for a moment before closing his eyes again.

 

Xiao Shiqing sat by the bed, methodically undoing the dragon robe on Zhao Qi’s body. Halfway through, Zhao Qi suddenly turned over, the robe slipping off his arm, revealing a fair shoulder.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes darkened as he traced the bite mark on Zhao Qi’s shoulder, his voice hoarse. “Servant.”

 

A eunuch entered respectfully. “Prime Minister.”

 

“Prepare the bath. His Majesty wishes to bathe.”

 

The next morning, Zhao Qi woke alone in bed, his head pounding from a hangover. He gently tapped his head and muttered, “Lao Jiang, what time is it?”

 

The room was eerily quiet, no one answered him.

 

Opening one eye, Zhao Qi saw dim morning light filling the room, devoid of any figures. He called out again, “Lao Jiang? Xiao Jinzi?”

 

A figure approached against the light. “Awake?”

 

The man’s face was in shadow, but Zhao Qi recognized the voice instantly, burning it into memory. “Brother?”

 

“Mm.”

 

Glancing around, Zhao Qi suddenly felt as though he were under a spell. “This isn’t my bedchamber… Why am I here?”

 

Xiao Shiqing remained silent for a moment, then coolly replied, “Forgot again?”

 

Confused, Zhao Qi asked, “‘Again’?”

 

Xiao Shiqing inquired, “Why did you drink so much last night?”

 

Slowly recalling some details, Zhao Qi casually fabricated a reason, “I was troubled by state affairs and sought solace in wine.” He watched Xiao Shiqing closely as he spoke.

 

Xiao Shiqing reached out, and Zhao Qi instinctively flinched back. Xiao Shiqing narrowed his eyes. “Why are you avoiding me now, when you seemed to enjoy it before?”

 

“Eh?”

 

“Come here.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated before moving closer, feigning nonchalance. “Brother wouldn’t hit me, right? Haha.”

 

“No.” Xiao Shiqing reached to tuck a loose strand of Zhao Qi’s hair behind his ear, but after several failed attempts, he let it drop.

 

Unable to watch anymore, Zhao Qi said, “Brother, no need to trouble yourself. I’ll have Xiao Jinzi help me with my hair later.”

 

Xiao Shiqing suggested, “Or I could help you?”

 

“Better not,” Zhao Qi replied, “With brother’s skills, I might end up bald.” Between managing household and state affairs, his hair had been thinning.

 

Xiao Shiqing muttered, “… Fool.”

 

Zhao Qi smiled outwardly, inwardly cursing, “What a moron.”

 

Seemingly fixated on Zhao Qi’s hair, Xiao Shiqing gently ruffled it and said, “There’s nothing to worry about. If my guess is right, we’ll soon solve the case of the Prince of Western Xia.”

 

Zhao Qi seized on the point. “Brother, have you made a breakthrough?”

 

“If I think it, it will come.”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t quite understand. Xiao Shiqing explained, “The deadline of seven days is almost upon us. Regardless of the final outcome, we must provide an explanation to Western Xia. The veracity of this explanation is irrelevant; what matters is that it silences Western Xia.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated, “So, Prime Minister wants to find a scapegoat. Isn’t that unfair to the scapegoat, who is innocent?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied coolly, “Some people are destined to die. In that case, it’s better to make their deaths meaningful.”

 

Shaking his head, Zhao Qi couldn’t agree. But he knew this wasn’t an era of equality; imperial authority trumped all, and he lacked the ability to lead Great Jing toward a republic. “There are still a few days left,” he said, “I don’t believe with so many intelligent people, we can’t find the real culprit!”

 

Xiao Shiqing neither affirmed nor denied, saying, “Court awaits.”

 

“Oh,” Zhao Qi pushed aside the covers, noticing he wore different inner clothes from yesterday’s. Belatedly realizing he felt remarkably refreshed, he exclaimed, “Someone helped me bathe, didn’t they?”

 

“Mm.”

 

  ”Who is it? Who dares! I’ll gouge out his eyes!” It couldn’t be Jiang Dehai or Xiao Jinzi; those who attended to him knew he never allowed anyone to help him bathe.

 

  Xiao Shiqing raised an eyebrow. “It’s me.”

 

  After a brief moment of astonishment, Zhao Qi silently pulled the blanket back over himself.

 

  ”Don’t cover up, I’ve already seen everything,” Xiao Shiqing said nonchalantly, “Your legs are quite straight.”

 

  Zhao Qi stiffened and rolled back onto the bed, burying his head in the pillow—he couldn’t face anyone now.

 

  ”I didn’t cover up,” Zhao Qi’s voice was muffled, “Brother and I are both men, if you saw, you saw. It’s no big deal. I’ll just treat it as a trip to the public bathhouse.”

 

  Xiao Shiqing: “…”

 

  Back at Yonghua Palace, Zhao Qi sought out Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi, questioning them about the previous night. “I distinctly remember drinking alone in my own chambers, how did I end up in Haiyan Hall?” Zhao Qi’s tone was displeased, “Didn’t I instruct you to keep everyone out?”

 

  Jiang Dehai sighed. “Your Majesty, these two, one couldn’t stop them, the other didn’t dare to… “

 

  ”Wait,” Zhao Qi was shocked, “There was more than one person?”

 

  Jiang Dehai held up two fingers. “Just two—General He and the Prime Minister.”

 

  Zhao Qi widened his eyes. “He Changzhou? That scoundrel is back again?”

 

  ”Your Majesty, don’t worry. General He didn’t do anything to Your Majesty. When I followed the Prime Minister into the hall, Your Majesty was still fully clothed…”

 

  Zhao Qi scanned Jiang Dehai coldly, who promptly closed his mouth. Checking his own waist, he felt no soreness like last time, and nothing unusual in a certain embarrassing area.

 

  Zhao Qi snorted. “At least he has some conscience left.”

 

  Xiao Jinzi couldn’t help but ask, “Your Majesty, shouldn’t you ask what the Prime Minister did to you?”

 

  Zhao Qi dismissed it. “What could the Prime Minister do? He has no interest in me.”

 

  Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi exchanged a meaningful look. Jiang Dehai said, “Your Majesty…”

 

  ”Oh, Xiao Jinzi, where’s the observation diary you were supposed to write for me?” Zhao Qi asked, “Quick, bring it here for me to see.”

 

  After reading the diary, Zhao Qi felt vindicated and roared to the heavens, “I don’t become amorous when drunk, I am innocent! Lao Jiang, look, you see!”

 

  Jiang Dehai nodded solemnly. “Your Majesty, you were indeed set up by a schemer, resulting in this banquet disaster.”

 

  ”Yes, someone must have drugged me!” Zhao Qi fumed, “Since I can’t castrate He Changzhou, I’ll use his… for a ritual offering!”

 

  ”Your Majesty, in my opinion, this person may not necessarily be a man.”

 

  ”You’re pushing it.” Zhao Qi pressed his temples with two fingers, pondering deeply, “What kind of person would drug me?”

 

  Jiang Dehai lowered his voice. “If it was General He that night, could it be…”

 

  Without hesitation, Zhao Qi dismissed Jiang Dehai’s suggestion, “Changzhou sleeps with me, but he would never drug me.” Based on He Changzhou’s skills, forcing anything upon him would be unnecessary, let alone admitting it afterwards. “Whoever drugged me didn’t want to kill me, just to arouse me…”

 

  Jiang Dehai whispered, “Your Majesty, it’s been a long time since you visited the harem.”

 

  ”Then tomorrow I’ll go see.”

 

  ”Your Majesty, there’s one more thing,” Jiang Dehai reminded, “Not long ago, two bottles of Changxiangsi went missing. Do you remember?”

 

  Zhao Qi suddenly awakened. Could he also have been affected by Changxiangsi?

 

  The next day, amidst his busy schedule, Zhao Qi took a moment to accompany Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi to the harem.

 

  Ever since the last time Xiao Shiqing dispersed half of the beauties in the harem at once, it had become much quieter. According to a sweeping maid in the harem, recently Jiang Baor had organized everyone to “train”, but lately even Jiang Baor didn’t come out, the harem was quiet as if it was no different from the cold palace.

 

  Zhao Qi hesitated momentarily, unwilling to disturb him. He waited until Rong Tang placed down a white piece before speaking up. “Rong Tang.”

 

  Rong Tang turned his head, catching sight of Zhao Qi. In his eyes, touched by the mundane world, a light smile emerged. “You’re here.”


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 54 – Good and Evil

Chapter 54: Good and Evil

 

“……” After hearing Long Ling’s words, Su Muluo remained silent for several minutes.

 

Long Ling continued to study him, glancing left and right. He found the person in front of him beautiful, with a pleasant fragrance. Holding him would undoubtedly be both fragrant and soft, very comfortable.

 

However, Su Muluo was reluctant to speak and seemed unhappy.

 

Could it be that he was taken away?

 

Thinking of this, Long Ling scoffed and said to Su Muluo, “Even if you’re unwilling, it doesn’t matter. Since you’re in my bed, you’re mine.”

 

He spoke with an air of arrogance.

 

Su Muluo: “…………”

 

Su Muluo felt that this dragon might have some brain issues after losing his memory.

 

But why did he lose his memory?

 

He frowned, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

 

Could it be that the Heavenly Law took action… But what’s the use of that? If it can make the dragon lose his memory, why not directly control him?

 

Or, could it be that the dragon sealed his own memories, just like he did a thousand years ago…

 

Su Muluo couldn’t make sense of it. Looking at Long Ling in front of him, he remained silent for a while before picking up the jade pendant from the bedside.

 

Long Ling asked, “What is this?”

 

Su Muluo ignored him and addressed the jade pendant, “Are you there?”

 

Since returning from Su Yuan, the spirit of the jade pendant seemed to have lost its power and fell into a long period of slumber, likely influenced by Long Ling’s battle with the golden dragon.

 

Yesterday, Su Muluo had tried to awaken it, but with no success—however, today, the spirit of the jade pendant had awakened.

 

“I’m here!” It floated out of the jade pendant, stretching and saying, “Master Feng, my power has fully recovered now. You can summon me as usual!”

 

Long Ling stared at the spirit for a few seconds and remarked, “What is this? It’s so ugly.”

 

The jade pendant’s spirit: “……”

 

The jade pendant’s spirit: “???”

 

Being despised by Long Ling once was bad enough, but now being dismissed twice was too much. The spirit felt it was intolerable and burst into tears, saying to Su Muluo, “Master Feng! He’s bullying me!”

 

Su Muluo said seriously, “It’s his fault. I’ll help you deal with him.”

 

He then gave Long Ling a light tap and said, “Apologize.”

 

Long Ling: “???”

 

He looked incredulously and said, “You, who I took away, dare to—”

 

Su Muluo interrupted, “Apologize.”

 

“……”

 

Long Ling stared at Su Muluo for a few seconds.

 

He awkwardly said “sorry” to the jade pendant’s spirit.

 

The jade pendant’s spirit wasn’t dull; it quickly realized something was off after hearing the conversation and looked at Su Muluo, saying, “Master Feng, he…”

 

Su Muluo said, “He has lost his memory.”

 

“What?” Long Ling said, alert, “What do you mean lost memory? I haven’t lost my memory.”

 

Su Muluo ignored him and told the jade pendant’s spirit about Long Ling’s strange behavior from yesterday and today.

 

After listening, the jade pendant’s spirit was stunned for a moment and said, “This situation… seems to have happened to Lord Long Ling thousands of years ago.”

 

Su Muluo’s attention immediately focused. “What?”

 

“There was a period when Lord Long Ling was very unwell, and the symptoms were just as you described.” The jade pendant’s spirit recalled, “But at that time, he didn’t lose his memory; it was you who helped him suppress these anomalies… As for how you suppressed them, I’m not very clear.”

 

“However, you did tell me that Lord Long Ling’s condition was due to him falling into demonic possession.”

 

Su Muluo was taken aback. “What does falling into demonic possession mean?”

 

The jade pendant’s spirit shrank a bit, looking somewhat pained and confused.

 

“Strange… I clearly didn’t know this before…” it muttered, “Thousands of years ago, you said… Lord Long Ling was the only black dragon in the world, which made him different from others… When he couldn’t control his own power, he would fall into demonic possession.”

 

It seemed to finally recall some details and spoke more smoothly, “But generally, Lord Long Ling wouldn’t lose control of his power—unless he self-destructed, or some external force was affecting him.”

 

The jade pendant’s spirit stopped at this point, but Su Muluo had already understood many things.

 

Long Ling couldn’t have self-destructed for no reason, so the only explanation was that some external force was influencing him—and that force was likely the Heavenly Law.

 

However, it was clear that the Heavenly Law couldn’t truly control Long Ling; it could only influence him. This meant another fact—

 

The so-called Heavenly Law might not be as powerful as they imagined, or it could do very little, even being unable to interfere directly with the world, and had to use other means to achieve its goals.

 

And Long Ling’s memory loss might be a way for him to alleviate his demonic possession and resist the Heavenly Law’s influence.

 

Suddenly, the confusion in Su Muluo’s mind cleared, and he looked at the jade pendant’s spirit and asked, “What will happen if he truly falls into demonic possession?”

 

“I don’t know… Actually, you didn’t know either at that time,” the jade pendant’s spirit said, “But I think the consequences would be severe.”

 

Su Muluo was silent for a few seconds and whispered, “Indeed.”

 

The Heavenly Law had influenced Long Ling thousands of years ago, trying to make him fall into demonic possession, and it was still the same thousands of years later… But whether thousands of years ago or now, there were more dragons in the world besides Long Ling, so why did the Heavenly Law choose him?

 

Or is it because he is the only black dragon, the most special one…

 

Su Muluo thought of this and turned to look at Long Ling.

 

Long Ling: “……”

 

“What are you guys talking about?” He listened to Su Muluo and the jade pendant’s spirit exchanging words and felt completely lost, “Are you talking about me?”

 

Su Muluo looked at him for a moment without answering, then asked the jade pendant’s spirit, “Do you really not know how I dealt with his anomalies thousands of years ago?”

 

“Well… maybe when the time comes, you will remember it yourself,” the jade pendant’s spirit said, “Actually, those memories I just recalled—seems like you sealed part of my memories thousands of years ago. Only when you ask me can I remember.”

 

Su Muluo: “……”

 

In other words, if his dragon hadn’t shown these symptoms, he wouldn’t have asked the jade pendant’s spirit, the spirit wouldn’t have recalled anything, and he would remain unaware of this past—only when these things truly happened could he find out the reason.

 

It seemed that he really hoped that his future self would avoid all this… Unfortunately, what is meant to come will come, and it can’t be avoided.

 

Holding this thought, Su Muluo asked the jade pendant’s spirit, “Do you know if I had any similar demonic possession conditions thousands of years ago, and why I sealed my own memories?”

 

“No, you were fine at that time… Uh, at least I don’t remember you having any issues.” The jade pendant’s spirit said, “I don’t know why you sealed your own memories; you should not have told me about it.”

 

Su Muluo nodded, not surprised by the answer, and said, “Thank you. It’s thanks to you that I now know the answers to these questions.”

 

The spirit of the jade pendant floated with a hint of joy and chuckled, “This is something you told me thousands of years ago, so there’s no need to thank me.”

 

“—However, since Lord Long Ling has lost his memory, I suggest you observe him for a while to avoid any further issues.”

 

After hearing this, Su Muluo shifted his gaze back to Long Ling.

 

In fact, knowing that his dragon might have actively sealed its own memories made him somewhat angry.

 

His dragon hadn’t informed him and chose to bear everything on its own, resisting the influence of the Heavenly Law by itself.

 

If it weren’t for the spirit of the jade pendant, he might still be in the dark, anxiously worried whether his dragon was truly controlled by the Heavenly Law…

 

With this thought in mind, Su Muluo gave Long Ling another pat.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

Why was he being hit again?

 

And there was that long speech he didn’t understand at all.

 

So frustrating!

 

Immediately, he transformed back into the black dragon and coiled around Su Muluo.

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

The black dragon coiled around him so tightly that he could hardly move. He stared at the dragon for a few seconds and said, “Let me go.”

 

The black dragon remained unmoved.

 

Su Muluo: Tsk.

 

So he turned his face away, ignoring the dragon.

 

The room fell silent, as if they were in a cold war.

 

The spirit of the jade pendant quietly withdrew, not wanting to be involved. After a while, the black dragon’s gaze landed on an item at the head of the bed, and its eyes sharpened.

 

It was a piece of spine encased in black mist.

 

His instincts told him that this was his dragon bone.

 

The black dragon immediately transformed back into human form, picked up the dragon bone, and said, “Why is my bone here?”

 

Su Muluo replied, “You gave this to me. I want it back.”

 

Long Ling didn’t respond but narrowed his eyes slightly.

 

He hadn’t fully heard the conversation between Su Muluo and the spirit of the jade pendant because he couldn’t understand it. However, from their snippets of conversation, he could sense that his relationship with this person was quite intimate.

 

But giving away his dragon bone… it seemed a bit too intimate.

 

So he said, “If you admit you’re my wife, I’ll give it to you.”

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

He stared at Long Ling in silence.

 

Long Ling, very stubbornly, said, “Staring at me won’t help. If my dragon bone is to be given to anyone, it’s to my wife.”

 

“So, are you my wife?”

 

Su Muluo: “…………”

 

He looked at Long Ling for a while without responding and said, “You promised to turn it into a dagger for me.”

 

Long Ling huffed, “Did I say that? I don’t remember—are you my wife?”

 

Su Muluo remained silent.

 

He just stared at him with his beautiful dark eyes, unblinking.

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

This person seemed to be acting coquettish with him.

 

…A bit cute.

 

So, he said nothing and let the black mist in his hand engulf the dragon bone—

 

Moments later, a dagger made from the bone appeared in Long Ling’s palm, its blade sharp enough to cut through anything in the world.

 

He raised his eyes and said to Su Muluo, “You—”

 

Before he could say more, Su Muluo took the dagger directly and put it away himself.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

No thank you?

 

Not even a word of acknowledgment??

 

He immediately felt displeased and wanted to transform back into the black dragon to coil around Su Muluo again. However, Su Muluo was already prepared and quickly got out of bed to head to the bathroom.

 

Long Ling paused for a second and then followed right after.

 

His temper was so bad.

 

As he followed, he thought to himself.

 

Apart from being a bit more attractive, a bit more fragrant, a bit softer, and more comfortable to hold…

 

He didn’t seem to have many flaws.

 

Well, if he had a bad temper, so be it.

 

With this thought, he even felt a bit pleased.

 

After a while, Su Muluo finished washing up in the room, then picked out a set of clothes from the wardrobe for Long Ling and said, “Put these on. I’ll wait for you outside.”

 

Long Ling replied with an “Oh” and asked, “Why don’t you help me put them on?”

 

Su Muluo gave him a glance and turned to leave.

 

Long Ling: Tsk.

 

He changed into the clothes, opened the door, and walked out. Upon seeing the small living room, he remained silent for a few seconds and said, “It’s so small.”

 

Then he asked, “Why are we living in a place like this?”

 

Su Muluo simply replied, “No money.”

 

Long Ling frowned slightly and asked, “Don’t I have money?”

 

Su Muluo patted his head and laughed, “You’re broke. Let’s go, we’re heading out.”

 

He planned to take his dragon to a café and maybe stroll around familiar places to help trigger some of the dragon’s memories.

 

Long Ling took Su Muluo’s hand and asked in confusion, “What are we going out for?”

 

Su Muluo answered, “To work.”

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

Long Ling immediately felt offended, “No way!”

 

He refused to work; he was a dragon, after all. Why should he work?

 

Su Muluo fixed his gaze on Long Ling and asked, “Are you going or not?”

 

Long Ling met his eyes and stubbornly said, “Not going.”

 

He wouldn’t go just because he said so!

 

Su Muluo squinted his eyes slightly and said, “Go, or not?”

 

Long Ling: “…”

 

So fierce.

 

But also so cute.

 

So, after a second of hesitation, he calmly said:

 

“Fine. I’ll go.”


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Chapter 41 – I am on the battlefield every day.

Chapter 41 – I am on the battlefield every day.

Jiang Dehai guarded the door, suddenly seeing Xiao Jinzi thrown out with both person and pen, he was shocked and turned pale. “What’s going on?! Where’s the Emperor?!”

 

Xiao Jinzi struggled to get up, panting slightly, “General He came in uninvited late at night, saw the Emperor drunk, and without saying a word, threw me out! Grand Tutor, could General He be attempting to assassinate the Emperor?”

 

Hearing this, Jiang Dehai felt slightly relieved, “General He is loyal to the Emperor and would never harm him. The worst consequence would be the Emperor being… forcibly attended to once again.”

 

Xiao Jinzi panicked, “Then what should we do? We can’t just leave the Emperor alone in the sleeping palace.”

 

Jiang Dehai thought for a moment, pressed his ear against the door, his expression grave.

 

Xiao Jinzi asked anxiously, “Grand Tutor?”

 

“Shh—”

 

After a moment of silence, Xiao Jinzi asked, “Did you hear anything, Grand Tutor?”

 

Jiang Dehai furrowed his brow, “No sound.” He tried pushing the door and found it locked from the inside. “Oh no! Could it be that they’re already on the dragon bed?”

 

Xiao Jinzi stared in disbelief, “Would the Emperor really consent to being attended by General He?”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

Determined to save his master, Jiang Dehai made up his mind, “Go fetch the Prime Minister.”

 

Xiao Shiqing had returned to the Prime Minister’s residence today, and Madam Xiao had someone stew a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup, personally delivering it to him.

 

Xiao Shiqing finished his soup and noticed his mother looking at him hesitantly. “Mother, just say what you want to say.”

 

Xiao’s mother hesitated before speaking, “That girl you brought back from Chunfeng Pavilion last time…”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled faintly, as if recalling something. “What about her?”

 

“How has she been lately?”

 

“She’s doing well,” Xiao Shiqing replied. “I didn’t expect mother to still remember her.”

 

Xiao’s mother glanced at him sideways. “How could I forget? You’re not young anymore. Besides that girl, I haven’t seen any other women around you. If you really like her, bring her to the mansion. It’s better to have someone you like by your side even if you don’t have an official wife or concubine.”

 

“It’s alright, she lives in her own home, and I can see her often,” Xiao Shiqing replied calmly.

 

Xiao’s mother urged earnestly, “If you see her often, is there any news of her being pregnant?”

 

“No,” Xiao Shiqing replied curtly.

 

A hint of disappointment crossed Xiao’s mother’s face, but she quickly composed herself. “I’ll have the palace midwife send you some prescriptions for promoting fertility. You…”

 

Xiao Shiqing cut her off decisively, “She won’t conceive.”

 

“Why not?” Xiao’s mother didn’t quite understand. “Even though her birth isn’t prestigious, if she can bear a child for the Xiao family, she could be made a concubine in the future!”

 

Xiao’s mother, focused on matters of the household, was fixated on securing imperial heirs. Xiao Shiqing knew arguing further was futile and said, “Mother, don’t bother. She will never become a concubine.”

 

Xiao’s mother was displeased. A courtesan becoming a concubine of a prime minister was already a great honor. What more did she want?

 

Just as Xiao’s mother was about to inquire further, the steward of the mansion entered to report, “Prime Minister, Prince Huai’s carriage has just arrived at the mansion.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded lightly. “Mother.”

 

His mother sighed, “I knew you wouldn’t come back without other matters—go then.”

 

Apart from a night they spent alone in the palace when they were young, Xiao Shiqing and Zhao Tong rarely interacted privately. Tonight marked their first private meeting since Zhao Tong arrived in the capital.

 

The steward escorted Zhao Tong into the courtyard. “Your Highness, please.”

 

Zhao Tong, always modest and courteous, even thanked the servants before entering the courtyard.

 

Under the sparse moonlight and gentle breeze, Xiao Shiqing stood by the table, tall and slender, with deep, sharp eyes and a handsome, noble face. His every move carried a hint of regal bearing.

 

Zhao Tong collected himself and performed a respectful bow. “Prime Minister Xiao.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled faintly and returned the gesture. “Your Highness, I’ve already had food and wine prepared. Please, join me for a drink under the moon.”

 

The two sat facing each other. As Xiao Shiqing poured the wine, Zhao Tong looked at the bright moon in the sky and spoke thoughtfully, “Tonight’s moonlight reminds me of that snowy night many years ago. Prime Minister and I were trapped in the palace, sitting together all night…”

 

“Your Highness has sent several invitations. Was it merely to reminisce with me?” Xiao Shiqing pushed the wine towards Zhao Tong. “Please.”

 

Zhao Tong looked into his cup with a smile. “I confess. That night might mean little to Prime Minister, but to me, it’s akin to the moment Zhong Yao met Liu Xuande.”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised an eyebrow. “Your Highness compares yourself to Liu Xuande?”

 

“Not daring to. I just use it as an example.” Zhao Tong continued, “Prime Minister achieved much at a young age, guiding the country with unparalleled wisdom. Your words then carried more weight than ten years of books.”

 

Xiao Shiqing shrugged dismissively. “Who isn’t brash in their youth?”

 

Flattering, Zhao Tong said, “Even in your arrogance, Prime Minister, you’re the only one who can afford it.”

 

Xiao Shiqing gazed at Zhao Tong. Though Zhao Tong and Zhao Qi were half-brothers, they shared no resemblance. Zhao Tong appeared gentle and polite, whereas Zhao Qi…

 

“Why does Prime Minister laugh?” Zhao Tong asked curiously.

 

Xiao Shiqing sipped his wine and said casually, “Sometimes the Emperor behaves like a fool.”

 

Zhao Tong’s eyes lit up. “Prime Minister, that’s just like before.”

 

“Oh?” Xiao Shiqing smirked casually. “What did I say back then?”

 

Cautiously, Zhao Tong replied, “Prime Minister said that the current Emperor is incompetent and unfit to rule.”

 

“Did I really say such treasonous words?”

 

Zhao Tong’s smile froze. Trying to mask it, he picked up his wine glass, “Perhaps I misremembered.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said slowly, “That does sound like something I’d say. But who else but the Emperor is fit to rule?”

 

Zhao Tong, unsure of Xiao Shiqing’s tone, dared not speak rashly. Feigning anxiety, he said, “Prime Minister, your words are unnerving.”

 

Xiao Shiqing half-seriously said, “The Northern Territory is harsh with extreme cold and snow year-round, historically barren. To grant it to you, Your Majesty and Empress Dowager must greatly favor you.”

 

Zhao Tong remained silent.

 

Xiao Shiqing toyed with his wine glass, “Yet, because of this, the people of the Northern Territory are exceptionally strong against wolves and bandits. It’s said any commoner can fight off ten men. Add to that the fifty thousand troops stationed there, Your Highness’s power rivals even the Prince of Zhaonan.”

 

“That’s just rumor,” Zhao Tong said, “Besides, those fifty thousand troops only recognize Prime Minister’s authority.”

 

This was true. Empress Dowager granted Zhao Tong the Northern Territory because these troops were directly under the capital’s control, ensuring Zhao Tong’s loyalty.

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled, “Let’s hope it stays that way. There’s one more thing I’d like to ask Your Highness.”

 

“Prime Minister, please ask.”

 

Xiao Shiqing looked into Zhao Tong’s eyes. “The sobering tea from the palace, is it to your liking?”

 

Zhao Tong remained composed and replied naturally, “Anything from the palace is naturally excellent.”

 

A maid approached to refill their wine, whispering something to Xiao Shiqing. His expression darkened suddenly. “Prepare the horses. We’re returning to the palace.”

 

 Zhao Tong asked, “But what’s happening in the palace?”

 

Xiao Shiqing ignored him and ordered, “Someone, escort His Highness out of the mansion.”

 

In Yonghua Palace, the fragrance of wine filled the air, and the lights flickered.

 

He Changhai casually lifted a jar of wine and weighed it, surprised, “Is all this what the Emperor drinks?”

 

Zhao Qi had passed the stage of crying and causing a scene, sitting quietly now. His eyes, hazy, looked at the youth in front of him. Slow to react, he murmured, “Xiao Jinzi, why does your voice sound so coarse?”

 

He Changhai squatted down, meeting Zhao Qi’s gaze. “Your Majesty, I am not Xiao Jinzi.”

 

Zhao Qi hiccupped, the smell of alcohol mingling with his unique scent of dragon’s blood incense, hitting He Changhai as he leaned forward. “You’re not Xiao Jinzi, then who are you?”

 

“I am…” He Changhai smirked mischievously. “I am, Your Majesty’s husband.”

 

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Zhao Qi seemed puzzled. He wasn’t so drunk that he forgot his own gender; how could a man like him have a husband?

 

He Changhai lifted Zhao Qi’s chin with one hand. “Your Majesty, say ‘husband’ and see how it sounds.”

 

Zhao Qi pushed He Changhai’s hand away with a snap. “I don’t have a husband.”

 

“Not before, but now you do.” He Changhai persisted, teasing Zhao Qi. “Your Majesty, just say it once, hmm?”

 

This guy was so annoying, so noisy. Maybe if he called him ‘husband,’ he would quiet down a bit.

 

Zhao Qi glanced at him, seeing him eagerly listening, and moved his lips hesitantly. “Hus…band.”

 

He Changhai paused, then chuckled. “Not ‘madam,’ it’s ‘husband.'”

 

Serious now, Zhao Qi said, “Boys don’t have husbands.”

 

He Changhai looked disappointed. “Husband” and “madam” meant almost the same thing. Seeing Zhao Qi drooping his eyelids, clearly exhausted, he asked, “Your Majesty, do you want to sleep?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded. “Dizzy… sleepy.”

 

Muttering to himself, He Changhai said, “This time, he’s completely different from last time when he was drunk. He’s not being all over me now.”

 

Zhao Qi yawned, his head swaying, finally leaning against He Changhai’s shoulder.

 

He Changhai whispered softly, “Your Majesty?”

 

“…”

 

“Has Your Majesty fallen asleep?”

 

“…”

 

Suddenly feeling like he’d missed out on a billion gold, He Changhai hesitated no more. Lowering his head, holding his breath, he leaned towards those slightly parted lips.

 

Just as their lips were about to touch, the door unexpectedly creaked open. He Changhai jerked his head up, seeing a man in black walking briskly towards them.

 

Xiao Shiqing stopped at the door, his brows sharp and cold, carrying the chill of the late night. Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi followed behind him, subdued and silent.

 

He Changhai still held Zhao Qi, meeting the gaze filled with a hint of killing intent. “What a coincidence, Prime Minister also came to visit His Majesty?”

 

Xiao Shiqing saw Zhao Qi dressed neatly in imperial robes, his expression slightly softened, but still chilling. “Put down His Majesty, and you can leave.”

 

“If I leave, will you stay?” He Changhai smirked briefly. “On what grounds?”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s tone was icy. “On the grounds that he belongs to me.”

 

Jiang Dehai and Xiao Jinzi exchanged a terrified glance. He Changhai’s pupils suddenly constricted, mocking Xiao Shiqing. “Prime Minister Xiao Shiqing, despite your overwhelming power, you are still a subject of Da Jing. The Emperor belongs to all the people. By saying such things, are you implying you want to replace His Majesty?”

 

Xiao Shiqing repeated, “Put down His Majesty.”

 

He Changhai’s voice deepened. “And if I say ‘no’?”

 

Xiao Shiqing uttered a single word. “Snatch.”

 

He Changhai laughed. “Prime Minister thinks you can snatch him from me?”

 

Xiao Shiqing remained silent. In an instant, dozens of dark guards from the Tianji Camp rushed in, surrounding He Changhai. They only awaited his command to seize him.

 

Jiang Dehai inwardly lamented. This situation was like forcing an abdication.

 

Xiao Jinzi was frightened too, whispering, “Your Excellency, what should we do now?”

 

Jiang Dehai looked at His Majesty sleeping soundly in He Changhai’s arms, and cautiously said, “Prime Minister, why not let this servant attend to His Majesty’s rest? Fists have no eyes; what if His Majesty gets hurt…”

 

The leader of the guards, Fu Zi, assured, “Your Excellency, we will take great care not to harm His Majesty.”

 

Jiang Dehai turned to He Changhai, helpless. “General He, what do you think…”

 

He Changhai was burning with anger. In a one-on-one fight, the men of the Tianji Camp might not be his match. But now, outnumbered and with His Majesty asleep in his arms, if he and Xiao Shiqing really clashed in Yonghua Palace, it would likely lead to a heap of troubles afterward.

 

After weighing his options, He Changhai suppressed his anger and said, “I’ll take His Majesty to bed.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s voice was cold. “Don’t touch him.”

 

“You…” He Changhai began.

 

Xiao Shiqing approached them, looking down coldly. “Hand him over to me.”

 

He Changhai refused to let go. With both men locking eyes, the situation again reached a deadlock.

 

Zhao Qi, caught in the middle, stirred awake. Opening his eyes, he saw Xiao Shiqing and murmured hazily, “Brother?”

 

He Changhai froze suddenly. In that moment of shock, Xiao Shiqing swiftly grasped Zhao Qi’s slender waist and successfully snatched him into his embrace.

 

Unable to stand steadily, Zhao Qi leaned against Xiao Shiqing’s chest like a small cat. “The smell of wine… Brother, did you drink too?”

 

Xiao Shiqing suddenly smiled. “What did General He want to do to His Majesty just now?”

 

He Changhai clenched his fists tightly. “That’s between His Majesty and me, what does Prime Minister have to do with it?”

 

“I’m afraid General He doesn’t know what he wants to do.” Xiao Shiqing said each word clearly, “Xiao… Shi… Qing.”

 

“No matter, I’ll teach you.” Xiao Shiqing lowered his head to the person in his arms, “Your Majesty.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Good, open your mouth.”


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

 

Chapter 53 – Amnesia

Chapter 53: Amnesia

 

The living room fell silent as Su Muluo turned his head to look at the dragon, Long Ling, who was lying on top of him.

 

Long Ling had buried his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around Su Muluo’s waist, motionless and already deeply asleep.

 

Su Muluo carefully unfastened the strap that bound his hands and helped Long Ling up, trying to take him back to the bedroom.

 

Long Ling was significantly taller than Su Muluo, and their body sizes were different, so it took a lot of effort for Su Muluo to move him the short distance from the living room to the bedroom. When he finally managed to get Long Ling onto the bed and was about to relax, Long Ling suddenly reached out, pulled him back, and held him tightly in his arms.

 

—Then he buried his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder again, turning over and holding him as if he were a large pillow, refusing to let go.

 

Su Muluo: “……”

 

He looked at the dragon clinging to him and reached up to stroke his hair.

 

He knew that Long Ling hadn’t woken up; holding him was just an instinctive action—this stubborn and overbearing dragon still wanted to claim his phoenix even in his sleep.

 

Su Muluo didn’t mind this possessiveness; rather, he felt a subtle joy, as if his heartstrings were touched. However, behind the joy, there was still a lot of worry.

 

What was wrong with his dragon?

 

Why had this abnormality suddenly appeared?

 

Recalling the crimson hue in Long Ling’s eyes earlier, Su Muluo couldn’t help but feel anxious.

 

At that moment, Long Ling suddenly nuzzled against him, transforming into a black dragon and continuing to cling tightly to him.

 

Su Muluo stayed silent. The black dragon slept soundly, but its body was wrapped around him in circles, making it impossible for him to escape.

 

However, he had no intention of escaping. He shifted slightly to find a comfortable position within the black dragon’s embrace and gently rested his head against it, quietly watching.

 

The entire night passed without sleep as Su Muluo waited for his dragon to wake up, staying vigilant until the next morning.

 

At eight o’clock in the morning, the black dragon stirred, and when it opened its eyes, it had returned to human form.

 

Su Muluo immediately spoke up, “Are you okay? How do you feel…”

 

Before he could finish, the arms wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened, and Long Ling almost crushed him in his embrace, remaining silent.

 

Su Muluo looked up into Long Ling’s dark golden eyes and was startled.

 

—Those eyes, usually dark golden, now had a layer of blood-red, just like the day before… even more intense than the previous day.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Su Muluo, heart pounding, reached up to touch Long Ling’s brows and eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly.

 

“Do you feel unwell, or are you injured somewhere?”

 

“……”

 

Long Ling remained silent, gently enclosing Su Muluo’s fingers in his palm, pressing them against his own forehead, and closing his eyes.

 

After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, the blood-red hue had disappeared, and his eyes were once again purely dark golden.

 

“It’s nothing,” he gently patted Su Muluo’s shoulder and reassured him, “Just feeling a bit uncomfortable. It’s better now.”

 

Su Muluo didn’t believe him. “Were you uncomfortable yesterday too? Do you remember what happened yesterday?”

 

Long Ling was silent for a few seconds before replying, “I remember.”

 

Yesterday, he almost lost control and harmed his phoenix…

 

But fortunately, he managed to restrain himself in the end.

 

“So what exactly is going on?” Su Muluo asked, gripping Long Ling’s sleeve tightly. His entire mind was consumed by the unease caused by Long Ling’s unusual condition. “Is it because of that golden dragon? Did he poison you?”

 

Long Ling shook his head. “It shouldn’t be. My injuries have already healed, and with a phoenix around, his poison wouldn’t affect me.”

 

The phoenix’s saliva could heal wounds and also neutralize various toxins… But Su Muluo’s worry didn’t ease with Long Ling’s words; in fact, it grew stronger.

 

If it wasn’t that golden dragon causing trouble, then what was behind his dragon’s condition?

 

They had already done those things, and their souls were tightly connected, so there shouldn’t be any issues with soul stability…

 

Su Muluo felt a tangled mess of thoughts, and at that moment, Long Ling gently touched his lips and comforted him by pressing his forehead against Su Muluo’s. “It’s okay, phoenix. I do feel much better now.”

 

Su Muluo looked up at him and after a moment said, “How about we go to the Anomaly Bureau and have them check you out?”

 

Long Ling: “……”

 

Su Muluo clung to his sleeve, staring at him with wide, anxious eyes.

 

His concern for his dragon was evident, and his gaze was frantic. Long Ling met his eyes, his heart softening. Realizing he had made his phoenix anxious, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on Su Muluo’s forehead.

 

“Alright,” he said, “we’ll do as you wish.”

 

Su Muluo immediately got up to contact Liu He. Liu He was startled by the request but quickly responded, “No problem, Mr. Su. Please bring His Excellency Long Ling here. We have specialized treatment artifacts specifically for demons.”

 

Although demons were not as susceptible to illness as humans, they could still experience discomfort due to various reasons, such as overuse of their demonic power or severe injuries. Therefore, the Anomaly Bureau had created an artifact years ago that could detect symptoms in demons and provide treatment.

 

However, this artifact proved useless for Long Ling.

 

It couldn’t detect anything.

 

“Hmm… It doesn’t seem to be caused by external forces,” Liu He said. “Mr. Su, did you and His Excellency Long Ling do anything unusual before this?”

 

Her question wasn’t meant to be intrusive, but Su Muluo fell into silence upon hearing it.

 

He couldn’t exactly say… that he and his dragon had spent three days in bed together?

 

Could that be the reason for his dragon’s condition??

 

As Su Muluo thought about this, he glanced at Long Ling, only to find Long Ling smiling at him as if he wasn’t worried about his own condition, appearing remarkably carefree.

 

“Could it be because of that golden dragon?” Fan Huai and Zheng Hechun, who had heard about Long Ling’s condition, came over. “Did that golden dragon do something to His Excellency Long Ling?”

 

Liu He replied, “It’s possible! Did he use some kind of trick!”

 

This was in line with Su Muluo’s earlier guess. After some hesitation, he said, “Maybe.”

 

It seemed that Long Ling’s condition appeared after dealing with the golden dragon and then becoming intimate with him.

 

So the reason… might lie between these two.

 

“However, there’s another possibility,” Fan Huai added. “Many years ago, I met a demon who had suddenly gained immense power through a fortuitous event, but his health deteriorated rapidly, worsening day by day.”

 

Zheng Hechun evidently knew about this as well. “Isn’t it about that demon from three hundred years ago who broke through to a thousand-year demonic power overnight but then fell and died immediately?”

 

Fan Huai nodded and looked at Su Muluo. “Mr. Su, do you know about this?”

 

Su Muluo shook his head. “No.”

 

At that time, he was still secluded in the mountains with his dragon egg and wasn’t concerned with outside matters.

 

“That’s not surprising,” Fan Huai explained. “After all, the Anomaly Bureau suppressed the incident back then, and not many people know about it now.” Fan Huai continued, “There were three thousand-year-old demons in the demon world, but three hundred years ago, there was a fourth one, a white snake with the bloodline of a Jiaolong.”

 

A Jiaolong was not a true dragon but had part of the dragon’s bloodline, having been associated with the dragon clan thousands of years ago before both were wiped out.

 

“That white snake initially didn’t know it had Jiaolong bloodline. One day, it suddenly heard a voice telling it about its Jiaolong blood. At that moment, it seemed like its bloodline awakened, and its demonic power surged from five hundred years to a thousand years.”

 

“Later, the Anomaly Bureau investigated, but the snake avoided them. I had known him for a long time, and something felt off at that time—until a few days later, he suddenly came to me, looking emaciated and on the brink of death.”

 

“Back then, he couldn’t say anything; he just grabbed my hand, pointed at the sky with a terrified expression… and then died in front of me.”

 

Fan Huai fell silent for a moment, sighed, and said, “The Anomaly Bureau found this too strange and suppressed it. I’ve remembered it ever since because I knew what he was trying to say.”

 

Su Muluo asked, “What was it?”

 

Fan Huai whispered, “The Way of Heaven.”

 

As soon as those words left the speaker’s mouth, Su Muluo felt a chill creeping up his spine. It was a purely instinctive reaction, and at that moment, he even felt as if his long-buried memories had been pried open. However, the gap was quickly closed again, remaining tightly sealed without any looseness.

 

Meanwhile, Su Muluo’s hand was held by someone. He looked at Long Ling beside him and noticed that Long Ling was also frowning, seemingly sensing something.

 

On the other side, Fan Huai continued, “I think that white snake might have received something from the Heavenly Law. Unable to bear what it obtained, it ultimately died at the hands of the Heavenly Law… And the only special thing about it might be that dragon bloodline.”

 

After saying this, he looked at Long Ling. Long Ling asked, “Are you suggesting that my current situation is similar to his?”

 

“No, he lacked power, but you have it,” Fan Huai replied. “I don’t know exactly what happened back then, but one thing is certain—if it was the Heavenly Law that gave him power, then there might be some connection between the Heavenly Law and the dragon clan.”

 

Upon hearing this, Long Ling exchanged a glance with Su Muluo.

 

He remained silent, but Su Muluo understood everything.

 

It wasn’t just the dragon clan that had some connection with the Heavenly Law; the Phoenix clan did as well.

 

Moreover, it was no coincidence that he and his dragon were the last of the dragon and phoenix clans—just like that golden dragon.

 

And now, the abnormalities in his dragon’s body… were very likely related to the Heavenly Law.

 

Su Muluo’s expression turned icy. He had once thought that the Heavenly Law was just the rules of this world, formless and unchangeable, but now he felt something different.

 

The Heavenly Law… might never have been the rules of the world but rather had a concrete form, with its own thoughts and goals.

 

Perhaps, thousands of years ago, he had glimpsed this and even discovered the Heavenly Law’s thoughts and goals, which was why he left those words for his future self a millennium later.

 

But why, knowing the danger of the Heavenly Law, did he seal his own power and memories… What was he guarding against?

 

Su Muluo was silent for a long time. Long Ling looked at his Phoenix and after waiting a while said, “Shall we go back?”

 

The issues they now faced were far beyond what the people of the Anomaly Bureau could handle.

 

Su Muluo responded with a soft “mm” and looked up at Fan Huai and the others, saying, “Sorry for the trouble, and thank you.”

 

“No need,” Fan Huai shook his head and said the words Liuhou often said, “If Mr. Su and Lord Long Ling need help, the Anomaly Bureau will certainly do everything in its power.”

 

Su Muluo smiled at him, “I understand. Thank you.”

 

He and Long Ling returned to their rented apartment. Seeing that his Phoenix looked troubled, Long Ling gently shook his hand and said, “Don’t worry, Phoenix. No matter what happens, I will be with you.”

 

Su Muluo looked at him and replied, “But I’m worried about you.”

 

Right now, he needed to understand not the Heavenly Law’s purpose but what was happening to his dragon.

 

If it was indeed the Heavenly Law targeting his dragon, what could he do?

 

At this thought, Su Muluo suddenly felt a strong urge to break the seal on himself and restore all his memories and power.

 

He needed to regain his previous strength and uncover the secrets of the Heavenly Law, or he wouldn’t be able to protect his dragon.

 

Su Muluo took a deep breath, buried his face in Long Ling’s arms, and hugged him.

 

Long Ling stroked Su Muluo’s hair, resting his chin lightly on his head and said, “That so-called purpose of the Heavenly Law was thwarted a thousand years ago. It’s not going to succeed now—Phoenix, rest assured, I won’t end up like that white snake.”

 

He gently comforted his Phoenix. Su Muluo listened in silence, then looked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

 

“I won’t let you end up like him either.”

 

Long Ling was silent for a moment.

 

Immediately, Long Ling contentedly kissed Su Muluo on the cheek again.

 

Su Muluo felt the slight warmth on his face, rested his head on Long Ling’s shoulder, and let his eyelashes fall silently.

 

How should I break the seal on myself?

 

He wondered.

 

Should I visit Su Yuan again?

 

 

The next day, neither of them went out. Su Muluo stayed in the rented apartment all day, keeping watch over his dragon. By evening, Long Ling had shown no abnormalities.

 

At bedtime, Long Ling held Su Muluo close and said after a moment of thought, “If I were to act like I did yesterday with Phoenix, would Phoenix tie me up?”

 

Upon hearing this, Su Muluo gave him a light tap on the head.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

“Act like you did yesterday, then,” Su Muluo replied expressionlessly, “I wouldn’t refuse.”

 

Long Ling’s eyes immediately lit up. “So—”

 

Su Muluo pulled the blanket over Long Ling’s head and said, “Go to sleep.”

 

Then with a “click,” he turned off the light.

 

Long Ling: … Tsk.

 

He had just said he wouldn’t refuse.

 

But he only showed a hint of grievance on his face; in his heart, he remained worried that his current condition might cause harm to Phoenix. This thought made him furrow his brow.

 

Su Muluo had already buried his face in Long Ling’s chest, gently rubbing against him.

 

Long Ling looked down at his Phoenix and, after a few seconds, lowered his head slightly to place a soft kiss on Su Muluo’s hair.

 

For Phoenix’s sake, he would never be controlled by the Heavenly Law.

 

Long Ling thought.

 

But before that, he needed to do some things… which might make Phoenix unhappy for a short time.

 

He fiddled with Su Muluo’s hair, inhaling the pleasant scent from his Phoenix, and sighed imperceptibly.

 

 

The next morning, when Su Muluo woke up, he felt something was wrong.

 

He hadn’t actually fallen asleep during the first half of the night. He had intended to keep watch over his dragon, but an inexplicable force had enveloped him, pulling him into a deep sleep.

 

Su Muluo instinctively felt that his dragon was behind this. He looked up and saw Long Ling sitting by the bed, staring at him without moving.

 

But usually, Long Ling wouldn’t get up so quickly; he would hold his Phoenix and wait until Su Muluo woke up.

 

Moreover, Long Ling’s gaze was off. Although he looked the same, Su Muluo felt a hint of… unfamiliarity.

 

Su Muluo clenched his fists, silently sat up, and met Long Ling’s gaze.

 

He had a very bad premonition, but before this premonition became a reality, he did not speak and dared not speak.

 

If he spoke, then the premonition he was unwilling to believe in his heart… would likely come true.

 

The room was silent for a long time. Long Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Su Muluo, and was the first to speak:

 

“—Who are you?”

 

These simple three words struck Su Muluo’s heart like a sharp sword. At that moment, his heart sank, plunging into a deep abyss, leaving him speechless.

 

What’s happening?

 

Does his dragon… not remember him?

 

Su Muluo stood frozen, feeling as though his blood had turned to ice, his organs were in a tight knot, and his heart was aching like it was bleeding.

 

Long Ling then looked him up and down, and said, “You’re actually quite good-looking.”

 

He said this while leaning in and gently sniffing Su Muluo’s hair, finding the scent pleasant, soft, and very appealing.

 

Then he confidently asked, “Are you my wife?”

 

Su Muluo: …


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Chapter 93 – Bian Rang is pregnant again

Chapter 93 (Extra 15)

 

Inside the cave, the tiger and Bian Rang faced each other.

 

Neither was adept at socializing, so they sat silently, holding their breath to eavesdrop on the conversation outside.

 

Outside the cave, Yu Wuxia’s clothes fluttered in the wind, a faint smile on his face.

 

Jiuying’s lips tightened into a straight line. Faced with this bald donkey who had nearly killed him, he couldn’t muster a smile.

 

“What do you want to tell me?” he asked.

 

“Is there a scar on your heart?” Yu Wuxia looked at him skeptically.

 

“Yes…” Jiuying stared at him.

 

“It’s the scar left by the Heavenly Law’s tail finger. It torments you whenever it rains,” Yu Wuxia smiled, “but it can be healed. If you destroy the Heavenly Law’s severed tail finger, the scar will naturally disappear.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Why are you telling me this?” Jiuying frowned at him. Despite hearing that this bald donkey had undergone a profound transformation after coming back to life and no longer sought to destroy the six realms, he still harbored some distrust towards him.

 

Would he really be so kind?

 

Could he be hatching another bad idea?

 

“Meeting each other must be fate,” Yu Wuxia shook the bell on his right arm. Inside the cave, the tiger emerged.

 

Jiuying noticed a matching bell around the tiger’s neck.

 

The tiger showed no expression, walked out without looking at Yu Wuxia, and swished its tail as it walked away.

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind the tiger, saying, “The Heavenly Law’s tail finger is now in the Demon Lord’s hands. You can ask him for it.”

 

With that said, the man and the tiger disappeared into the morning mist.

 

In the mist, faint sounds of intersecting bells could be heard.

 

*

 

When Bian Rang woke up from the bed, he didn’t see Jiuying and assumed as usual that Jiuying had gone out to find food for him. He stayed in bed, slept a little longer until noon, and still didn’t see Jiuying return.

 

They had agreed earlier to go to the Ninth Heaven in the afternoon to find Si Lan and destroy the Heavenly Law’s tail finger.

 

Now where could Jiuying have gone?

 

Bian Rang got out of bed, threw on a long robe, and walked out absentmindedly.

 

A white bird chirped and landed on his hand. He touched the bird’s forehead, about to communicate with Jiuying, when he sensed a smell of blood carried by the mountain wind.

 

Turning around, he saw Jiuying covered in blood in front of him.

 

He quickly let go of the bird in his hand and rushed to Jiuying. “What happened? Were you attacked by a wild beast?”

 

Jiuying didn’t speak. He trembled as he unbuttoned Bian Rang’s long robe stained with blood. Bian Rang lowered his head and saw that the ferocious scar on his chest had disappeared.

 

Bian Rang suddenly understood.

 

Jiuying smiled relievedly, but blood overflowed from his mouth. “The scar is gone…”

 

After saying that, he collapsed into Bian Rang’s arms.

 

Bian Rang hurriedly helped him into the cave and examined his injuries. “Didn’t we agree to go to the Ninth Heaven together?” He untied Jiuying’s long robe soaked in blood, finding no wounds on the surface, suspecting Jiuying had internal injuries.

 

The sword transformed from the Heavenly Law’s tail finger was not easily destroyed; casting spells on it would backfire on the caster.

 

Therefore, Jiuying had never intended to take Bian Rang to the Ninth Heaven. While Bian Rang slept, he went alone to find Si Lan and, with Si Lan’s help, exerted all his strength to destroy the sword.

 

At the moment the sword was destroyed, the soul of Yide, trapped within, was also freed. Yide reincarnated and went to find Kui.

 

Jiuying was injured by the sword’s aura, almost shattering his internal organs. The ringing of swords kept buzzing in his ears. After destroying the sword, he dared not stop and immediately returned to Sanxu Mountain. It wasn’t until he saw the scar on Bian Rang’s chest disappear that he felt relieved, lying down on the bed, his breath faint.

 

He reached out and touched Bian Rang’s face, comforting, “I’m fine, just need some rest.”

 

Bian Rang’s face was grim, silent. He continuously infused spiritual power into Jiuying until Jiuying’s breathing stabilized, then spoke, “When a ghost dies, it becomes a wisp and must reside in the realm of the underworld. If you die, I won’t see you again.”

 

Only then did fear flicker across Jiuying’s face. He held Bian Rang’s hand tightly, coughed weakly, and said, “I… I won’t die. I know my limits.”

 

Bian Rang wanted to retract his hand but couldn’t. He didn’t know where Jiuying got the strength to grip him; moments ago, he seemed as fragile as a thread.

 

Jiuying’s hand fell to Bian Rang’s collar, as if he intended to unbutton it again. Bian Rang instinctively tightened his grip, frowning at him. Jiuying awkwardly said, “I just want to… cough cough, confirm again.”

 

Seeing his pale face, Si Lan reluctantly helped him undo his clothes to confirm. He reached out to touch Si Lan’s chest, causing him to pause briefly.

 

The scar on his chest was gone, but the bruised kisses in shades of green and purple remained intertwined like ancient patterns.

 

“Cough, cough.”

 

He suddenly coughed again.

 

Si Lan immediately bent down to check on him, but he abruptly pulled Si Lan into his arms.

 

Now grown, he had a tall and slender figure compared to Si Lan, with skin not as fair but more wheat-colored. When their bodies overlapped, it seemed like a wild beast had ensnared Si Lan from behind.

 

“Si Lan, I want to hold you.”

 

With a lowered head, Haowei’s almost imperceptible kiss landed on Si Lan’s neck, his voice soft and nearly inaudible, yet with a rising intonation, as if he were coquettish.

 

Si Lan didn’t struggle, nor dared to, afraid of hurting this ghost.

 

Haowei murmured, “When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, we can start anew.”

 

Si Lan sighed, “You should focus on recovering first.”

 

“Mm.”

 

 

Outside the cave came a strange noise, a white bird flew in, and Si Lan wanted to get up to check, but Haowei held him tightly from behind.

 

Haowei had fallen asleep.

 

Even in dreams, the strength in his arms did not diminish.

 

Si Lan could only sigh, gripping Haowei’s hand back, unable to shake off the words Haowei had said earlier.

 

“When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, we can start anew…”

 

In fact, back then, “When the snow in the Northern Plains melts, I will return,” was just something he used to comfort Haowei. He hadn’t expected to be able to return to cultivation after his soul dispersed.

 

Perhaps it was his determination for Haowei, for the child, or perhaps the heavens softened, but in the end, he returned.

 

After Haowei slept for a while, he finally loosened his grip on Si Lan’s hand, muttering indistinctly.

 

Si Lan leaned closer, hearing him intermittently call his name.

 

“Si… Lan… Lan…”

 

Si Lan’s heart stirred slightly as he looked at Haowei’s half-closed eyes and asked, “What will you do if I can’t come back?”

 

“I’ll keep waiting.”

 

Just waiting, like it had been a hundred thousand years already, silently waiting.

 

Waiting until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, waiting until death.

 

Si Lan bent down and kissed Haowei’s lips. A tear fell from his eye onto Haowei’s forehead, and Haowei turned over groggily.

 

Si Lan walked out of the cave and saw a jade seven-star bottle on the ground, containing several immortality pills.

 

These pills could heal Haowei’s internal injuries.

 

He held the bottle and looked up at the sky. “Thank you, Junli.”

 

Facing the mountain wind, he stood silently for a moment.

 

“Si Lan!”

 

Inside the cave, Haowei woke up, not seeing Si Lan, and panicked as he got out of bed, loudly calling Si Lan’s name.

 

Si Lan heard him and walked in. Haowei saw him and immediately hugged him.

 

Like a child, Haowei murmured, “Where did you go?”

 

“Just outside.”

 

“Don’t go far.”

 

“I’m just at the door.”

 

“That’s… not allowed either.”

 

Si Lan fell silent for a moment. “Okay.”

 

Haowei smiled, a faint blush on his face, lowered his head, and lightly brushed lips with Si Lan.

 

Si Lan sighed inwardly.

 

After reuniting, Haowei became increasingly clingy, more and more like a child.

 

Haowei’s lips touched above Si Lan’s ear, “Si Lan, I feel little Ah Li is lonely with only Senior Brother.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Si Lan looked at him in confusion, thinking he meant to bring Xie Li back, but Haowei pursed his lips and whispered, “Why don’t we have a little brother or sister for him?”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“Do you prefer a boy or a girl?”

 

“Haowei!”

 

“A girl then. We already have a son, so a daughter would be nice.”

 

“Haowei, you…”

 

“The daughter should look like me, no, she should look like you.” Haowei continued talking, pulling Si Lan towards the bed, not giving Si Lan a chance to refuse. “She will definitely be the most beautiful woman under the heavens.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“What are you thinking? You should focus on recovering!”

 

“So, does that mean once I recover, it’s okay?!” Haowei’s eyes suddenly lit up.

 

Si Lan felt like the jade seven-star bottle in his hand was burning. He wanted to quietly throw away those immortality pills.

 

But in the end, he didn’t. He fed them to Haowei.

 

Haowei’s body recovered exceptionally fast. After recovering, he persistently persuaded Si Lan, finally tasting meat again.

 

After indulging fully, he touched Si Lan’s abdomen as if casting a spell, muttering, “Let’s have a daughter, let’s have a daughter, let’s have a daughter.”

 

Si Lan, infuriated, kicked him away.

 

At the year’s end, the sky showed an omen, clouds in the shape of a child covered Sanxu Mountain.

 

Suddenly, a thunderous laughter echoed from within Sanxu Mountain.

 

“He’s pregnant! He’s pregnant! Ahahahaha…”


T/N: Twooooooooo!

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Chapter 92 – Bullying Bian Rang

Chapter 92 (Extra 14)

 

When Jiuying parted from Bian Rang’s lips, both were breathing irregularly, their eyes slightly red, as if they had just been in a fight. The hot spring mist enveloped the cave, the temperature rising gently, flushing their faces with a rush of blood, their hearts beating like drums.

 

Bian Rang pushed Jiuying away, wiping his mouth, his expression slightly unnatural.

 

Jiuying wanted to say something, but his gaze suddenly caught Bian Rang’s bare image, and he swallowed hard, unable to speak.

 

“Bian… Bian Rang, don’t freeze.” Jiuying’s voice trembled faintly, his arms shaking as he dr4p3d a piece of clothing over Bian Rang, feeling the softness under his fingertips that softened his heart.

 

However, he didn’t dare to take further liberties.

 

That night, Bian Rang slept on the soft couch covered with beast skins that Jiuying had personally made, while Jiuying himself slept on a hammock. He felt good, the hammock swaying gently as he occasionally turned to look at the figure on the couch.

 

Moonlight bathed the ground in pale light, half of Bian Rang’s face bathed in moonlight, the other half hidden in shadows. He slept peacefully, hands curled against his chest, breathing calmly like a well-behaved child.

 

Jiuying quietly watched him like this until dawn.

 

The next day.

 

When Bian Rang opened his eyes, he was unexpectedly met with Jiuying’s face close by. His expression changed suddenly.

 

Jiuying smiled foolishly, “Are you awake?”

 

Bian Rang sat up, and Jiuying quickly took out a cloth soaked in warm water, as if to wipe his face. Bian Rang raised his hand to stop him, looking at him somewhat strangely.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Don’t move, I’m going to wipe your face.”

 

The warm cloth gently touched Bian Rang’s face. As Jiuying’s fingers traced near Bian Rang’s lips, he could faintly see traces left from their kiss last night, lips slightly swollen, faintly tinged with blood.

 

Jiuying couldn’t help but feel remorseful; last night, he had lost control for a moment, not gentle enough. Would he anger Bian Rang?

 

“That’s enough, Jiuying.”

 

Bian Rang looked up at the man before him. During the face wiping, he didn’t know what Jiuying was thinking, constantly wiping near his lips, almost pressing against his face.

 

Jiuying awkwardly withdrew his hand, put down the cloth, and proceeded to comb Bian Rang’s hair. Living in the Sangu Mountain now was different from the Nine Heavens; it was more convenient to tie up his hair.

 

“Bian Rang, your hair looks really good.”

 

The strands were distinct, silver-white like snow, flowing over his shoulders like shimmering silk.

 

Not just his hair, in fact, every aspect of him was handsome enough to make Jiuying’s head spin. A hundred thousand years ago, he had deliberately overlooked Bian Rang’s beauty, and now,

 

But Bian Rang said nothing, wanting to ignore the extraordinary young man’s affectionate tribute.

 

After Jiuying finished tying up Bian Rang’s hair, he looked at the fully revealed eyebrows and eyes of Bian Rang and couldn’t help sighing, “Bian Rang, you’re really handsome.”

 

Finally, Bian Rang couldn’t bear it anymore. “Jiuying, I’ve already told you, I don’t blame you. You don’t have to be so attentive.”

 

“I’m not just… I just want to be a little nicer to you.”

 

Jiuying realized he was growing increasingly timid. A hundred thousand years ago, he hadn’t blinked when Bian Rang was about to kill him. But now, when Bian Rang slightly frowned as if to get angry, he couldn’t help explaining, his heart pounding with fear.

 

After saying this, he looked at Bian Rang nervously. Bian Rang seemed speechless, pursed his lips, turned around, and walked out of the cave.

 

The moment Bian Rang stepped out of the cave, Jiuying quickly cast a spell to conjure a paper umbrella, holding it over Bian Rang’s head.

 

Bian Rang glanced at the paper umbrella above his head, then fixed his gaze ahead, asking as he walked, “You were almost sacrificed in the Five Pointed Nine Heavens Array by someone named Yu Wuxia?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And someone named Fanyu’s blood was also to be sacrificed?”

 

“Yeah, that’s what I heard.” Jiuying wasn’t clear on the details, only knowing that apart from him, those selected included Dayong, the lord of the underworld, Xue Rong, and a drop of blood from Fanyu.

 

After the dissolution of the Five-Pointed Nine-Heavens Formation, they were supposed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but he refused to forget Bian Rang, choosing instead to enter the ghost path and wait for Bian Rang’s return.

 

Bian Rang suddenly stopped, snapped off a tree branch, and drew a strange runic shape on the ground. The runes shimmered with light, momentarily expanding before dispersing like ripples.

 

Shortly after, the light waves converged again, but the runes remained unchanged.

 

This was a Soul-Searching Formation. If Fan Yu were still alive or, like him, gradually repairing his soul fragments, the formation would have responded. But there was no change now.

 

It seemed Fan Yu might not be able to be reborn anytime soon.

 

Come to think of it, with Fan Yu’s temperament, he would likely confront the Heavenly Law to the end, bearing deeper responsibilities and enduring longer atonement for his sins.

 

Bian Rang threw away the branch in his hand and stood between cliffs in silence.

 

Jiuying held up an umbrella, saying nothing and asking nothing more about Bian Rang’s affairs, quietly accompanying him.

 

For Jiuying, just being able to see Bian Rang was already a great fortune.

 

*

 

Dark clouds roamed in from the distant sky, birds circling low, and the air became humid and sultry, signaling rain.

 

Bian Rang lay on a soft pallet, covered with a blanket made of animal skins, his long hair loose, and a pale jawline peeking out from the furry skin.

 

Outside the cave, a torrential rain suddenly poured down, accompanied by howling mountain winds.

 

Fearing Bian Rang would be cold, Jiuying lit a fire outside and roasted several wild chickens. When the chickens were cooked, their fragrance filled the air. Jiuying went to call Bian Rang, but saw him curled up, clutching his chest, seemingly enduring intense pain.

 

Jiuying hurried over, wanting to touch Bian Rang but afraid of hurting him, so he gently held Bian Rang’s arm and said, “Bian Rang, what’s wrong?”

 

Bian Rang looked up at him, and Jiuying noticed his face was pale, sweat beading on his temples, his eyes dark and sunken. Jiuying’s heart skipped a beat. He looked down and saw Bian Rang tightly gripping the fabric over his chest.

 

Jiuying swallowed hard, his face paling. “Bian Rang, let me see.”

 

Bian Rang’s fingers clenched tightly. Jiuying patiently coaxed and gently separated Bian Rang’s fingers, unfastening his clothes.

 

By the faint light of the cave, Jiuying saw the scar on Bian Rang’s chest, more sinister and swollen than before, like a scorpion poised to strike on his fair, clean chest.

 

Jiuying’s heart felt as though it had been pierced. Trembling, he tentatively touched the scar. “What… happened to it?”

 

Bian Rang lay back into the animal fur blanket, eyes tightly shut, lips dry as he murmured, “It… aches on rainy days.”

 

Jiuying couldn’t find words, staring at the scar.

 

Another wave of pain hit, causing Bian Rang to breathe quicker, hand pressed against his chest, lips pressed into a thin line, devoid of color.

 

Jiuying cast a spell, palm against the scar, trying to ease Bian Rang’s pain. But this scar came from the depths of his spiritual altar, eternal and indestructible. Ordinary methods couldn’t heal it.

 

His mind involuntarily recalled past scenes—Bian Rang’s near-death escape from the killing formation, and his own betrayal, stabbing Bian Rang’s heart when he was defenseless.

 

Back outside, the heavy rain continued, its sound seeming to land directly on Jiuying’s heart, leaving it pitted with dense, lingering pain.

 

He was a bastard.

 

His lips trembled as he held Bian Rang, seeing him in such agony. Jiuying motioned for Bian Rang to bite him.

 

Bian Rang’s curled eyelashes glistened with moisture, meeting Jiuying’s gaze for a moment before turning away, ignoring him.

 

Helpless, Jiuying awkwardly kissed the scar, hoping to distract Bian Rang from his pain.

 

Bian Rang’s body stiffened for a moment.

 

 

In the rainy darkness of the cave, the light was dim.

 

Suddenly, a sharp intake of breath sounded. Bian Rang muttered hoarsely, “Jiuying!”

 

There was a hint of command in his voice.

 

Jiuying’s entire body seemed to ignite instantly, blood burning, skin feverish, eyes reddening, even his exhaled breath scorching.

 

He swallowed hard, grabbed Bian Rang’s wrist, and leaned down to kiss the wound, his actions a mix of selflessness and selfishness.

 

With misty eyes that exuded a shimmering allure, his originally bright pupils appeared even more affectionate. The voice from his throat, intended to stop Jiuying, unknowingly carried a lingering hint of intimacy.

 

“Ji… ying, don’t…”

 

This peculiar sensation gradually made him forget the pain in his heart.

 

Jiuying grew bolder, devouring like a wild beast, tearing bones and consuming.

 

Both their thoughts returned to the scene from a hundred thousand years ago, their first time.

 

In the illusion, Jiuying took advantage of Bian Rang’s unclear consciousness, seducing and forcefully indulging. Back then, Jiuying completely disregarded Bian Rang’s feelings, only obsessed with relentless torment.

 

Later, they established a relationship and spent harmonious days in the Ninth Heaven, freely indulging in their pleasures.

 

Now, after many years, their long-sealed bodies were just slightly closer, yet stuck together like burning fire, inseparable.

 

 

 

Jiuying didn’t go all the way. He didn’t want to continue bullying Bian Rang whenever he felt uncomfortable like before. After they completely opened up to each other, then he would wholeheartedly possess him.

 

Bian Rang felt a bit tired, lying on the soft couch, curled up sleeping. A furry beast-skin blanket covered his small frame.

 

Jiuying hugged him, closed his eyes intending to sleep, but no matter what, he couldn’t fall asleep, his lips involuntarily curled upwards.

 

He couldn’t help muttering to himself, “Jiuying, Jiuying, how can you be so spineless?”

 

Just a slight taste last night, and you’re this excited?

 

He was already sleepless last night, and if he didn’t sleep again today, he might not survive long.

 

Thinking about this in his heart, he drifted off until morning, feeling frustrated, but when he saw the sleeping face in his arms, his regret vanished in an instant. He lowered his head stealthily, giving Bian Rang a kiss on the forehead.

 

Still not satisfied, he continued downward, kissing Bian Rang’s nose and the corners of his lips.

 

Through the blanket covering Bian Rang’s body, he saw the marked neck and chest of Bian Rang, and his ears couldn’t help but burn.

 

Jiuying, oh Jiuying, you’re really not human.

 

 

 

Jiuying stretched lazily and walked out of the cave.

 

After the rain, the mountains and forests seemed to have been dyed with bright colors. The leaves were exceptionally green, and the mountains were especially black. The air carried a rich scent of dust, and faint winds rustled through the trees.

 

Jiuying experienced what “beauty” meant for the first time.

 

Having lived as a snake for so many years, he had never felt peace, tranquility, and happiness like this moment.

 

And all of this was brought to him by the person still sleeping.

 

“Master, slow down a bit, wait for your disciple.”

 

Suddenly, a strange male voice and the aura of a fierce beast came from a tho-ny path beside him.

 

Jiuying instinctively held his breath, narrowed his eyes, and adopted a defensive posture. Out from the path emerged a sleek and glossy tiger-beast with well-groomed fur. Behind the beast walked a man in black clothes with a shaved head.

 

Although the man’s attire was ordinary, his unique and outstanding aura marked him as someone extraordinary.

 

The man and the tiger-beast, upon seeing Jiuying, also paused slightly.

 

At this moment, Bian Rang walked out from the cave and stood behind Jiuying, looking at the man and the tiger-beast. “They…”


T/N: Three more chapters! (Yes, I’m counting down…)

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Chapter 91 – Untie the knot

Chapter 91 (Extra 13)

 

  *Smack.*

 

  Bian Rang turned around, his palm striking Jiuying’s face hard.

 

  Jiuying covered half of his face in astonishment, staring blankly at Bian Rang.

 

  Bian Rang’s eyes were no longer as clear and lost as when he had just been reborn; they now carried a coldness, as deep and lonely as an abyss.

 

  He must have remembered something.

 

  The corner of Jiuying’s mouth twitched, his voice unconsciously lowering: “Bian Rang.”

 

  Bian Rang ignored him, turning away to continue looking at Xie Li. Xie Li, startled by the slap just now, still had wild berries in his mouth, swallowing nervously while looking timidly at Bian Rang.

 

  This handsome older brother was quite fierce!

 

  He was most afraid of people like this.

 

  Unexpectedly, when Bian Rang turned around, his face suddenly lit up with a gentle smile like a spring breeze, his eyes and brows filled with tenderness. He bent down and patted Xie Li’s head: “What’s your name?”

 

  ”Xie Li.”

 

  This big brother changes his expression so quickly.

 

  Xie Li couldn’t help muttering to himself, swallowing unconsciously, a piece of unchewed wild berry stuck in his throat, making his face turn red from being choked.

 

  He pinched his throat trying to cough out the fruit, but couldn’t.

 

  Bian Rang quickly reached out to help him relax, patting his back: “What’s wrong? Is it stuck?”

 

  ”Mm-hmm.” Xie Li’s eyes were red from choking, his chubby face turning even redder as he dry heaved, unable to vomit.

 

  Seeing Xie Li in discomfort, Bian Rang’s heart tightened: “Xiao Li, let me hold you upside down, see if it helps you vomit it out.” In his urgency, he forgot his own magic skills and just wanted to help Xie Li by traditional means.

 

  Fortunately, Jiuying hadn’t lost his composure. He stepped forward: “Let me.” He placed his hand on Xie Li’s throat and used magic to soften the stuck fruit.

 

  Xie Li immediately stopped coughing, gently breathing out, softly thanking Jiuying: “Thank you, Big Snake.”

 

  Jiuying’s face blushed slightly.

 

  Bian Rang glanced at Jiuying, then refocused on Xie Li’s face, overflowing with affection in his eyes.

 

  Upon closer inspection, Xie Li bore a resemblance to himself by about five or six points. Especially his mouth, which had a thin crescent-shaped curve, almost identical to his own.

 

  Bian Rang bent down, his gaze level with Xie Li’s: “Would you like some water?”

 

  Xie Li shook his head.

 

  Bian Rang reached out to touch Xie Li’s brows and cheeks, murmuring softly: “Xiao Li, how have you been in the Demon Realm?”

 

  Xie Li nodded: “I’ve been well. His Majesty treats me well, and so does Senior Brother.”

 

  The Big Snake asked him the same question last time.

 

  It’s really strange.

 

  Why does everyone keep asking him if he’s doing well?

 

  Bian Rang pursed his lips, intending to ask Xie Li if he wanted to leave with him, when suddenly, Quze’s voice echoed from afar.

 

  ”Ah Li.”

 

  Xie Li hurriedly skipped over to Quze. Quze’s face was tense; the young boy’s figure was as tall and slender as an adult’s, with clearly defined knuckles tapping on Xie Li’s shoulder.

 

  He nodded towards Jiuying and Bian Rang: “It’s time for school. I’ll take Xie Li to the academy.”

 

  ”School?” Bian Rang exclaimed in surprise.

 

  ”Yes, His Majesty established an academy. Before turning nine hundred, all demons in the Demon Realm must attend to study and practice.” Thus, after Quze escorted Xie Li to the academy, he would go practice alone.

 

  After adulthood, his studies diverged from Xie Li’s, focusing mainly on spellcasting. Before adulthood, children like Xie Li mainly learned literacy and the laws of the six realms and five elements.

 

  Bian Rang was speechless upon hearing this.

 

  Nine hundred years… Demons actually have to study for nine hundred years?

 

  No wonder he felt something was amiss when he came to the Demon Realm.

 

  In his memory, the Demon Realm was rampant with monsters, constant wars, and everywhere was filled with blood and corpses. But now, the Demon Realm exuded a sense of peace and prosperity everywhere…

 

  ”Goodbye.” Holding Quze’s hand, Xie Li waved at Jiuying and Bian Rang.

 

  Bian Rang silently watched Xie Li’s departing figure, hesitated for a moment, held his breath, concealed his figure, and followed behind Xie Li.

 

  He wanted to see how Xie Li was living in the Demon Realm.

 

  Jiuying also concealed himself and followed behind Bian Rang. Since realizing Bian Rang had regained his memories, Jiuying had been minimizing his presence, silently guarding Bian Rang. In his hand, a colorful paper umbrella appeared, shading Bian Rang from the sunlight.

 

He remembered how he used to fear the sun.

 

Because the sun could make people ugly.

 

“Shixiong, who are they?” Xie Li curiously asked Quze.

 

Quze glanced ahead. “They are His Majesty’s friends.”

 

“Ah, His Majesty’s friends? So, if they come to see me, do they want to be friends with me too?” Xie Li exclaimed in surprise, opening his mouth wide to reveal a small cavity in his teeth.

 

Quze didn’t respond, but his brow furrowed slightly, his expression tinged with unease. Xie Li spoke several times without hearing Quze reply, so he couldn’t help but shake Quze’s arm and coquettishly plead, “Shixiong, why aren’t you speaking?”

 

“Shixiong is here,” Quze reluctantly responded. At the academy, he instructed him, “Behave and listen to the teacher today. Shixiong will come to fetch you after his cultivation.”

 

Pouting, Xie Li noticed that Shixiong seemed distracted just now and realized he might not be happy, so he said, “Shixiong, come down.”

 

Without asking why, Quze bent down.

 

Xie Li approached, pinched Quze’s cheeks, and rubbed them on both sides. “Shixiong, if you don’t want them to be my friends, I won’t see them again.”

 

Quze’s usually expressionless face softened slightly as Xie Li squeezed and flattened his cheeks, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and indulgence. He also pinched Xie Li’s cheek, “What nonsense are you saying? Go study.”

 

“Okay!” Xie Li chuckled and turned away, not forgetting to mutter as he ran, “Shixiong, remember to come pick me up quickly tonight.”

 

“Mm.” Quze stood up, a smile playing at his lips under the warm sunlight.

 

Bian Rang glanced at Quze, his figure flickering, and followed Xie Li into the academy.

 

Once inside, Bian Rang’s expression darkened slightly.

 

He had expected the little devils in the academy to be as delicate and cute as his own son, noble and elegant. However, these little devils were oddly shaped, crooked-mouthed, emitting a unique demonic aura.

 

To Bian Rang, it was akin to poison.

 

Meanwhile, Xie Li was enjoying himself. Before the teacher arrived, he rode on the back of an elephant demon, played tag, plucked a few whiskers from a goat-like creature, and frightened several chicken spirits into a chaotic run, disrupting the peace of the entire academy.

 

After having his fill of fun, he pretended to sit properly on a small stool, waiting for the teacher.

 

“…” Bian Rang sighed inwardly.

 

Beside him, Jiuying tilted his paper umbrella towards Bian Rang, blocking all sunlight from above. Annoyed, he said, “Children are always so mischievous.”

 

Bian Rang still ignored Jiuying, sitting at a corner of the small stool, observing Xie Li reading his book.

 

It was an ancient legend with annotations.

 

As Xie Li flipped through the pages, he suddenly stopped. Bian Rang lowered his eyes and saw that the annotation told the story of Jiuying assassinating a tyrant, accompanied by an illustration.

 

The drawing depicted a nine-headed serpent revealing its true form, wielding a long halberd to kill the tyrant Bian Rang.

 

While the world knew this story, it didn’t capture the exact details, hence the discrepancy in the illustration.

 

Xie Li stared at the drawing, his face becoming serious.

 

Bian Rang glanced at Xie Li, even noticing the tiny soft hairs on his face, feeling a surge of indescribable affection and tenderness. He thought Xie Li had realized something, but then heard him mutter, “The big snake is quite powerful.”

 

Xie Li turned the page and continued reading other stories.

 

*

 

In the afternoon, Quze arrived promptly to fetch Xie Li. Xie Li shared what he had learned with Quze, who occasionally nodded or quizzed him.

 

Though young, Xie Li had a good memory. Each correct answer prompted him to bounce around Quze, pestering him for candies.

 

Quze just smiled and shook his head.

 

 

When Bian Rang initially planned to take Xie Li away, he wanted to keep Xie Li by his side. After observing for a day, he changed his mind. The figures of one large and one small, under the sunset’s glow, gradually disappeared into Zhuyun Peak.

 

He couldn’t bear to disturb Xie Li’s peace and happiness.

 

Living together with him wouldn’t be as good as letting him stay with his senior brother, who lost his arm.

 

“Junli, thank you.”

 

He thanked him for taking care of his child so well. Without Fanyu and Junli, Xie Li would have ceased to exist long ago. Such a weak spirit fetus, not even full-term, unable to survive without feeding on the blood of the heart.

 

Fanyu and Junli nurtured him for a hundred thousand years before he survived.

 

Thinking of this, Bian Rang looked up at the vast sky.

 

This should be the happiest and most worthwhile thing since his resurrection.

 

Otherwise, even if he was resurrected, he wouldn’t be able to accept Jiuying without the child.

 

Jiuying stood by his side and whispered, “Do we still need to continue following Little Li?”

 

Bian Rang withdrew his gaze, glanced at Jiuying, said nothing, and his figure turned into a swift white arrow disappearing into the distance. Jiuying saw this and folded his paper umbrella, also transforming into an arrow, closely following behind Bian Rang.

 

Bian Rang returned to Sanxu Mountain, soaking in the hot spring pool. His fair face was surrounded by wisps of mist, his deep black eyes occasionally visible.

 

He remained motionless, resembling a sculpture in the water.

 

Jiuying came several times, sometimes bringing fresh clothes, sometimes bringing spices, sometimes a pot of jade wine and a plate of fruit pills, saying he had been soaking too long and needed to replenish his strength.

 

Bian Rang didn’t expect Jiuying to become so considerate and gentle. After delivering the items, Jiuying stood at the entrance of the cave quietly without leaving.

 

When Bian Rang stood up from the water, Jiuying hurried forward, finding a towel to help him dry his body.

 

He glanced sideways at Jiuying and saw Jiuying lowering his head, cheeks blushing.

 

After carefully wiping him dry, Jiuying brought him a small garment and inner clothes, intending to help him dress.

 

He finally couldn’t bear it and spoke up, “There’s really no need for you to do this.”

 

“Bian Rang…” Jiuying raised his head, murmuring as he looked at him.

 

The deep affection in his eyes seemed to flow like water.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t help but avoid his gaze. “When I slapped you before, it was for the child’s sake. You don’t owe me anything; you just owe it to the child.”

 

“No, I also owe you.” Jiuying couldn’t help but clench the clothes in his hands. Whenever he recalled that scene from years ago, he regretted it bitterly. He killed the only person in this world who truly loved him.

 

At that time, he only felt like a cruel tyrant, but he didn’t realize he was also his moonlight, the love of his life.

 

“In fact, even if you didn’t kill me, I would have perished sooner or later.”

 

Since he brought Jiuying back to the Ninth Heaven, he had already prepared himself to be killed by Jiuying, but he didn’t expect to have Xie Li.

 

Jiuying gathered his courage, reached out slowly, and embraced Bian Rang. “But… you should blame me.”

 

He didn’t blame him; instead, he felt uncomfortable inside.

 

Bian Rang didn’t push him away, his eyes silently gazing at him.

 

Jiuying didn’t know when his eyes turned red, tears accumulating. Clearly, for tens of thousands of years, ever since he became conscious in the Extreme Sound Eight Trigram Array, he had been shedding tears, tears that had run dry.

 

But why could he still shed tears after meeting Bian Rang?

 

Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

 

Crystal-clear teardrops reflected Bian Rang’s face.

 

Bian Rang reached out and gently brushed away the tears from Jiuying’s eyes, as if in that instant, the chasm in his heart was also swept away.

 

One hundred thousand years.

 

Round and round, so many years had passed.

 

They were never meant to meet, to love each other, yet they still met and loved during the final stretch of his life.

 

Bian Rang had never regretted it. Every moment with Jiuying helped him finally understand the meaning of living in his long life.

 

Having something to hold onto, someone to love.

 

Apart from the scar that would never fade away, he also gained a love that was etched into his heart like a blazing fire.

 

Bian Rang’s eyes reddened too. He slightly parted his lips and murmured Jiuying’s name, “Jiuying.” They had missed each other for a hundred thousand years. During these years, he dissipated across the Six Realms while Jiuying was suppressed by the formation, suffering and regretting daily, enduring endless pain.

 

He suffered more than him.

 

That’s why he couldn’t bear to blame him anymore.

 

Bian Rang held Jiuying by the neck and gently kissed the corner of Jiuying’s lips.

 

Jiuying’s eyes widened instantly, his breath caught, and only the sound of his own frantic heartbeat echoed in his ears.

 

Bian Rang… Bian Rang had actually kissed him first!

 

He wanted to continue feeling that kiss, but Bian Rang had already withdrawn from his lips.

 

Feeling unsatisfied, he instinctively hugged Bian Rang, like a wild beast gone mad, fiercely pulling Bian Rang into his embrace. One hand encircled Bian Rang’s waist, the other firmly gripped the back of his neck, asserting dominance with a strong and forceful kiss that covered Bian Rang’s face.

 

“Bian Rang!”


T/N: Okies, almost there….

There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

I really, really appreciate all the support from my readers <3 It goes a long way and motivates me lots!

https://ko-fi.com/hoenibean

 

Also, check out the other series we have on HoH!

If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

Thank you for all your support <3 Leave a comment if you like 🙂 I love reading them!

 

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