For a period of time thereafter, apart from leading the troops to garrison and suppress demons and reporting to the Heavenly Emperor on time, Jiang Feirong sat in the room waiting for Chu Yanchuan and holding his undergarment in his hand. Occasionally, he would pick it up and sniff it like a puppy that recognizes things by smell.
Today, at nightfall, Jing Feirong just returned from the battlefield in the Southern Region. The demons that have been causing chaos recently seem to be getting stronger and stronger, and their magic power is strange. After Jing Feirong returned to the Heavenly Realm, he didn’t even have time to change his battle clothes. He went to the Heavenly Emperor’s study and reported about the war in detail. After hearing this, the Heavenly Emperor frowned slightly. “I understand, you should be careful.”
“I think something is fishy. Perhaps we can join forces with the Lord of the Underworld to investigate. The Lord of the Underworld is in charge of the Northern Region of the Demon Realm, where the Withered Swamp is located. I suspect that this new group of scattered demons is related to the Demon Seal in the region. I have read the memorial from the priest of the Withered Swamp, and the description in it corresponds to the demons in the Southern Region that I encountered in all aspects.”
The Heavenly Emperor said nothing, closed the memorial, and paused for a moment when he saw the bloodstain on Jing Feirong’s neck armor before saying, “You go back and rest first.”
It was an obvious roundabout way of speaking. Jing Feirong puffed up his cheeks childishly and raised his hand to bid farewell, “Erchen will take his leave.”
After he walked out of the study, the Heavenly Emperor picked up another memorial, but the words on it were of no interest to him. He slightly tilted his head to look at the blue jade carving tube with a flying phoenix and auspicious clouds on the table, in which a dark-colored phoenix feather was inserted.
Jing Feirong walked all the way back to his bedchamber under the moonlight. Many days had already passed. On the third night after meeting Chu Yanchuan in the Underworld, Jing Feirong wrapped himself in a small quilt in bed and waited for a long time, but Chu Yanchuan never showed up. That promise of coming every three days was broken in the endless waiting. Finally, Jing Feirong climbed out of bed with red eyes, ran to the desk in the study, and angrily wrote three big words on the paper: Liar (with five exclamation marks).
After opening the door, Jing Feirong took off his armor, fiddled with his sword, and thought about taking it to the furnace for maintenance tomorrow. Then he took off his outer robe and walked into the room. When passing by the study, Jing Feirong suddenly stopped, stood there for a moment, and then slowly turned his head to look at the desk.
Chu Yanchuan was sitting at the desk, reading quietly with his chin propped up. He wore snow-white clothes and had raven-black hair. The bright moonlight from outside the window poured in, covering the ground and almost blending with his clothes. His slender and fair neck seemed to be held by a halo of light, with a soft and warm touch. His profile looked cold and indifferent, without any trace of the hostility of fighting on the battlefield for thousands of years at all.
Chu Yanchuan tapped the table lightly with his white, jade-smooth fingertip and picked up a piece of thin paper. On it were three large, thick ink characters: Liar (with five exclamation marks).
“Who was Your Highness the Fifth Prince talking about?” Chu Yanchuan asked.
Jing Feirong looked at him for a moment, said nothing, then turned and left.
He returned to the room, stood there in a daze for a while, and then took a bath and changed clothes like a hungry wolf, washing away the remaining blood and evil spirits on his body. When Chu Yanchuan entered the room, Jing Feirong had a piece of candied fruit in his mouth and was hurriedly hiding the robe while eating—the robe he was hiding was Chu Yanchuan’s.
How could Jing Feirong have the nerve to say that he slept with this robe and would stare at the totem in his palm for a quarter of an hour before going to bed everyday—as long as he thought about how Dijun loved him so heavily, so deeply, and so truly, he felt something softening from his heart to his lungs, and his whole body seemed to melt. Beauty is not scary, but infatuated beauty is the most deadly. Jing Feirong felt it deeply at this moment.
“Dijun has come to visit suddenly after so many days. What’s the matter ah?” Jing Feirong was moved, but also angry. He turned his back to Chu Yanchuan and folded his arms. “Are you here to see that so-called child, or did you wake up from sleeping in the Lord of the Underworld’s place and come here for a walk?”
He felt that his rhetoric was very sophisticated. He mentioned Chu Yanchuan’s lateness and also hinted that he already knew that the pregnancy was fake. He had mentioned the last time Chu Yanchuan slept next to Yu Cang’s seat as well. It was like killing three birds with one stone. Jing Feirong, you are so good ah.
Chu Yanchuan looked at Jing Feirong’s tall back, which was full of childishness and calculation. He suddenly remembered what the Heavenly Emperor said, “Feirong is only clear-headed on the battlefield. At other times, he still has the mentality of a teenager. If there is anything he is not sensible about, I hope Dijun will bear with him.”
“I will take care of it.” Chu Yanchuan replied with an indifferent and cold expression. He did not even glance at the Heavenly Emperor at that time, but simply said, “I am not from an imperial family.”
“Your Highness is injured?” Chu Yanchuan walked behind Jing Feirong and asked him softly.
Jing Feirong felt like he was done for. Chu Yanchuan expressed his concern for his injuries in such a gentle tone. As a real man, he couldn’t get angry at all. He even forgot all the questions he had just asked.
“It’s just a minor injury.” Jing Feirong spoke calmly, but the tips of his ears were already red.
Chu Yanchuan reached out and grasped Jing Feirong’s arms, then turned him around. “If there is demonic energy invading, it will not be a trivial matter anymore. Your Highness, let me take a look.”
Jing Feirong’s eyes were roaming around. Chu Yanchuan opened his collar and carefully looked at the wound on the side of his neck. After confirming that there was no demonic energy, he pressed lightly with his fingertips. A stream of blue spiritual energy flowed out of his fingertips and slowly merged into his skin. Jing Feirong felt his mind suddenly become clear. That spiritual energy carried a faint chill and traveled through his main meridians. In just a moment, the wound healed with only a faint trace left.
Jing Feirong had suffered many injuries and had also absorbed a lot of external spiritual power, but Chu Yanchuan is the first one who has achieved such remarkable results without any conflict.
As expected of the ancient god, with a unique spiritual energy. A moment of governance is worth a hundred years of cultivation from others.
“The injury is healed.” Jing Feirong touched his neck and said softly.
They were very close, Jing Feirong could clearly see Chu Yanchuan’s long eyelashes, each of which was clearly visible, his straight nose, and the soft and elegant lines on the sides of his face, which intersect to form a delicate chin. Jing Feirong suddenly wanted to rub Chu Yanchuan’s lips hard and add a brighter color to them, that would be very beautiful.
While thinking this in a trance, Jing Feirong heard Chu Yanchuan ask, “Is what Your Highness eats is the preserved white peach from Wangyue Mountain?”
Suddenly, his fourth sister’s words echoed in his ears: He loves you so much.
He loves you so much…
Chu Yanchuan loves you so much…
Chu Yanchuan loves Jiang Feirong so much…
Jing Feirong suddenly felt dizzy. He stared at Chu Yanchuan’s face and answered irrelevantly, “Does Dijun also want to eat?”
Chu Yanchuan was just asking casually. Just as he was about to shake his head and say he didn’t want to eat it, his eyes suddenly darkened. Jing Feirong lowered his head, put one hand on the back of his neck, and kissed him without warning.
