When Chu Yanchuan woke up, Jing Feirong was still asleep, holding one of his arms and biting the little thing in his mouth. Chu Yanchuan didn’t expect Jing Feirong to look like this when he was sleeping; after all, the Fifth Prince is usually a bit youthful, but he was still the youngest little general in the Heavenly Realm. Although he had only taken over the army for a few hundred years, but he had made many military achievements and was almost impeccable.
It was a bit difficult to get out of bed. Chu Yanchuan rubbed his waist and considered whether or not he should discuss with Jing Feirong about coming every five days instead in the future.
After leaving the bedroom, Chu Yanchuan met the Heavenly Emperor, who was about to attend court. The two looked at each other for a moment. The Heavenly Emperor nodded and then asked, “How is Feirong’s injury?”
Chu Yanchuan calmly said, “In the Heavenly Emperor’s eyes, life and death are all trivial matters, let alone injuries.”
Before he married Jing Feirong, he had heard Yu Cang mention that when Jing Feirong first went to the battlefield, he was still inexperienced. One time, he was ambushed by the demons and trapped in an extremely evil formation. Not only did he break an arm, but even his soul was almost shattered. Jing Feirong sent troops from the battlefield to send a message to the Heavenly Emperor, asking him to send his third brother for support, but the Heavenly Emperor ignored him and only replied with three words: fight on your own.
Even Yu Cang said that the ambush was too unpredictable. If there was no reinforcement to break the siege from the other side, Jing Feirong would definitely be defeated and die.
In the end, it was still his third brother who was still worried, so he ended his work in the Imperial Department of Divine History early and rushed to the southern region of the Demon Realm, narrowly saving Jing Feirong’s life. Jing Feirong escaped from the battlefield covered in blood, and before he could heal his wounds, he was punished by the Heavenly Emperor for not fighting well and was forced to kneel on the God-Slaying Platform for two hours and be whipped 100 times. His third brother was also suspended from work for several months.
That day, many people in the Heavenly Palace witnessed how the Heavenly Emperor looked at Jing Feirong, who was kneeling on the God-Slaying Platform and being whipped coldly, and said the words “The young general of the Heavenly Realm is of no use at all” with their own eyes. It was because of this sentence that Jing Feirong’s eldest brother went straight back to the Heavenly Palace and slammed the table in front of the Heavenly Emperor in the study, and broken porcelain fell all over the floor.
No one has ever imagined the harsh measures that the Heavenly Emperor took against His Highness the Fifth Prince, but Chu Yanchuan has figured it out. After all, everything happens for a reason, and that was not the first time—and the last time turned out to be far more tragic than this.
“Dijun still refuses to let it go.” The Heavenly Emperor spoke slowly.
Chu Yanchuan said nothing and just passed by him indifferently.
Jing Feirong hurried to the palace after the morning court session began. He had a great time and was very tired last night, so he inevitably overslept this morning. When he woke up, he found that Dijun had already left. Jing Feirong hugged the quilt with a red face and lay on the bed for a long time before he suddenly realized that he was going to be late.
Unexpectedly, the Lord of the Underworld, who had not come to Heaven for hundreds of years, was also here. Jing Feirong curled his lips, quietly moved to his third brother, and asked in a low voice, “Why is the Lord of the Underworld here today?”
Jing Feiyun’s expression was cold: “I don’t know.”
Jing Feirong secretly glanced at him, wanting to ask if they had had a fight, but he couldn’t figure out what the relationship between his third brother and the Lord of the Underworld was now, so he wisely shut up.
After the court was dismissed, Yu Cang stayed behind and then went to the study with the Heavenly Emperor. Jing Feirong and Jing Feiyun left the Lingxiao Palace and talked about today’s arrangements. Jing Feirong said, “I fought a battle yesterday. I will take my sword out to maintain it later and then go on a routine patrol. If there is any situation in the Demon Realm, I still have to go there.”
“The Demon Realm is becoming more and more unstable.” Jing Feiyun frowned. “Strange situations have also occurred in the Realm of Withered Swamp.”
Jing Feirong suddenly thought for a moment and asked, “Did the Lord of the Underworld tell you?”
“I have eyes and can understand the priest’s letter.” Jing Feiyun said calmly.
Jing Feirong’s gossip was fruitless, so he shrugged and said, “Then I’ll go practice swordsmanship.”
After saying goodbye to Jing Feirong, Jing Feiyun went to the Imperial Department of Gods and Historians. When he passed by the Heavenly Emperor’s study, he ran into Yu Cang. Jing Feiyun looked at him expressionlessly, turned away coldly, and then his expression suddenly froze. The whole person stood still, unable to move.
Yu Cang approached him, and Jing Feiyun said in a deep voice, “Untie it.”
“Your Highness the Third Prince seems to have a deep prejudice against me.” Yu Cang lowered his eyes to look at him and spoke slowly.
“I said untie it.” Jing Feiyun glared at him, “Don’t use the Underworld’s tricks on me.”
Yu Cang said nothing, hooked his fingers, and removed the spell. As soon as he removed the spell, Jing Feiyun swung his fist at him, and Yu Cang raised his hand to catch it with ease: “Is Your Highness the Third Prince going to fight me again?”
Jing Feiyun was too lazy to speak, and his other hand moved towards Yu Cang’s chest, as if to smash his soul. Yu Cang dodged, grabbed Jing Feiyun’s hands, and pressed him against a tree. The two were very close, Yu Cang’s noses were touching his, his expression was slightly cold but inexplicably ambiguous.
“……” Jing Feiyun’s face turned red with anger, and he whispered, “If you want to fight, go to the Underworld. If you still want me to break your leg like I did last year.”
Yu Cang calmly said, “Your Highness the Third Prince also vomited blood all over the floor at that time.”
“Let go!” Jing Feiyun gritted his teeth. “You…”
With a clang, they both turned their heads at the same time and saw Jing Feirong standing not far away with his sword lying at his feet.
The Holy Sword jumped up and down a bit while lying on the spot to express its dissatisfaction with being thrown to the ground.
“Oh… hello, Ming Wang Daren.” Jing Feirong looked around and made sure that there was no one around. He breathed a sigh of relief for the two of them, then picked the sword up, held it in his arms, and stroked it twice to comfort it. He lowered his head and walked past them, whispering, “Also hello to Third Brother. I didn’t see anything.”
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince.” Yu Cang let go of Jing Feiyun, stood up, and called Jing Feirong, “You need to go to the Demon Realm.”
“Ah?” Jing Feirong pointed at himself, “Me? What happened in the Demon Realm? I didn’t receive any reports.”
“It’s in the Northern Region.”
Jing Feirong was even more confused: “Northern Region? Isn’t that your jurisdiction?”
“It’s the Heavenly Emperor’s order.”
“But when I mentioned this to Father last night, he pretended not to hear it.” Jing Feirong frowned. “Why now…”
“Dijun is waiting for you in the Underworld and will go with you by then.”
“…Wu.” Jing Feirong straightened his clothes, cleared his throat for no reason, and said, “Why are you suddenly talking about Dijun? He… whether he goes or not goes with me, why do you have to mention it specifically…”
“If Your Highness the Fifth Prince wants to go alone, that’s also fine.”
Jing Feirong was stunned and muttered without confidence, “Going by myself is going by myself.”
He secretly glanced at Jing Feiyun, who was leaning against the tree with a sullen look in his face, fearing that he would be affected, so he quickly bowed and said, “Then I’ll go first. Goodbye, Mingwang Daren; goodbye, Third Brother.”
From behind came the muffled sound of fabric friction and fist and foot fights. Jing Feirong covered his ears in fear and ran faster.
Going to the Underworld Palace was much easier this time. Jing Feirong approached the underworld’s general and asked him, “Do you know me?”
The underworld’s general respectfully saluted, “Greetings Your Highness the Fifth Prince.”
Jing Feirong nodded, pretended to know the answer, and asked, “Is Dijun in the palace?”
“He is.”
Although he knew Chu Yanchuan was there, Jing Feirong suddenly smiled when he heard the answer, but he immediately pursed his lips and suppressed the smile. He took out a white peach preserve candy from the brocade bag on his waist and handed it to the Underworld’s general, saying in a light tone, “Try it.”
“Thank you, Your Highness. The subordinate cannot accept it.”
Jing Feirong then stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth and said, “Then I’ll eat it myself.”
When he arrived at the palace, the seat was empty. Jing Feirong walked up the steps as if he were familiar with the place and went around the table and couch. As expected, he saw Chu Yanchuan sleeping with a cushion under his head. His black hair was slightly disheveled, covering his cool and elegant profile. His long eyelashes were quietly drooping, and a pair of clean and soft fingertips were revealed under his soft sleeves.
The underworld was so quiet and solemn. Jing Feirong thought to himself, Dijun should be the most beautiful scenery here.
But he immediately overturned this idea—Dijun was clearly a precious beauty that was hard to find in the six realms.
Jing Feirong stared at him for a while, then he also lay on the ground, stretching his neck to smell Chu Yanchuan’s hair and neck. He really liked Chu Yanchuan’s smell, like the flowers blooming in the snowy mountains, with a cold and light fragrance mixed with a little astringency of leaves. One has to smell it carefully in order to be able to smell it.
Jing Feirong’s gaze swept over Chu Yanchuan’s forehead, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and jaw one by one, and finally stopped on the soft and pink earlobe. There was a small, dark tooth mark, which he had secretly bitten last night.
Jing Feirong rubbed his nose against Chu Yanchuan’s ear and held his breath to observe for a moment. Seeing no signs of him waking up, did he dared to lightly kiss Dijun’s face.
The feeling of doing something bad secretly was very exciting, and his heart was beating excitedly and violently. After the kiss, Jing Feirong was happily preparing to get up and pretend nothing had happened. However, when he looked up, he was met with a pair of watery eyes that looked as if they had just woken up.
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