After Jing Feirong left the Northern Region, he went to the Southern Region for a routine inspection. There was no battle today, but since he had taken over the Withered Swamp, he still had to go to the study to report to the Heavenly Emperor. But who knew that he would be stopped by Jing Feiyun as soon as he returned to the Heavenly Palace?
Jing Feirong didn’t have the nerve to ask Jing Feiyun what the marks on his neck were or why his lips were swollen. He touched his nose and asked, “Third brother, what’s the matter?”
“What did you do in the Northern Region?”
Jing Feiyun’s voice was hoarse, and his voice cracked even when he spoke. Jing Feirong had a complicated expression but still answered, “Following Father’s order, I took over the Withered Swamp.”
“Hiss…” Jing Feiyun frowned and took a breath, then gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t report this to father yet.”
“Why?”
“Father didn’t give the order.” Jing Feiyun said.
“What?” Jing Feirong frowned. “But the Lord of the Underworld and Dijun…”
“Succession is no small matter. Even if father really wants you to take over the Northern Region, he will definitely issue the order in front of all the gods at the court meeting and will not let Yu Cang convey it.”
“Then the Lord of the Underworld just faked an imperial decree?” Jing Feirong’s eyes widened. “And Dijun, why did he let me take over the Withered Swamp Realm in advance without telling father?”
Jing Feiyun shook his head solemnly. “I don’t know, but father should know about you taking over the barrier soon. We can wait and see how he reacts. With Dijun and Yu Cang here, father won’t just cause trouble for you.”
Jing Feirong opened his mouth slightly, and after a while, he said, “I understand.”
A few days later, when Chu Yanchuan arrived at Jing Feirong’s bedchamber, Jing Feirong had just taken off his battle clothes and was wearing a dark blue inner robe. He was sitting at the desk in the study, writing a memorial. His hair was tied up in a high bun with a dark blue headband, revealing his handsome face. He looked serious, and his fingers that were holding the brush were slender and white. He wrote every stroke with great concentration.
It was still early, and Chu Yanchuan didn’t want to disturb him, so he left quietly.
After Jing Feirong finished writing the memorial, he called the priest to take it and send it to the Heavenly Emperor. He had not reported to the Heavenly Emperor in person in the past few days. He just wrote a memorial to report what he did every day.
The priest handed the memorial to the Heavenly Emperor’s desk, and when he left, he glanced to the side and saw a white figure standing behind the pearl curtains in the side room at the other end.
“It was written very carefully.” After the priest left, the Heavenly Emperor looked at Jing Feirong’s memorial and said, “Just, it didn’t mention the Withered Swamp at all.”
The beaded curtain rustled softly, and Chu Yanchuan walked out of the side room and calmly said, “His Highness the Fifth Prince knows that you didn’t give the order.”
The Heavenly Emperor chuckled, “Since Dijun has already handed over the barrier to Feirong without telling me, why should you clear out the evil spirits around the Withered Swamp for him every day? It’s even more tiring than before.”
“His Highness is still young. It is not easy to stabilize the barrier. Take it one step at a time to be safe.”
“If Dijun’s soul had not been unable to hold on any longer, this marriage could have waited a little longer. When Feirong becomes more mature, everything will be handed over to him, and Dijun can rest assured and recuperate.”
Chu Yanchuan looked at the phoenix feather on the table with a cold expression and did not answer.
“Once the totem has completely changed hands, the seal has been strengthened, and the evil spirit has been completely suppressed, Dijun can then divorce Feirong peacefully.” The Heavenly Emperor said slowly, “Then Dijun can let go of everything and just pursue your own Dao.”
“My own Dao?” Chu Yanchuan raised his eyes, “My Dao is the heavenly path.”
The Heavenly Emperor’s expression froze for a moment, then he stared at the phoenix feather. After a long while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Dijun is going to blame me for going against the Dao again.”
Chu Yanchuan calmly said, “I dare not.”
“I often dream.” The Heavenly Emperor stroked the phoenix feather with his hand and sighed, “I dreamed of a little phoenix perched in front of the window. It didn’t move or call. As soon as I walked to the window, it flew away.”
“Since the choice was made at that time, there is no need to mention it again.”
The Heavenly Emperor said in a deep voice, “That was not my choice, it was his choice.”
“Because he had no choice.”
“Do I have a choice?” The Heavenly Emperor lowered his voice, but his tone was a little fierce: “The six realms, and destiny, who isn’t being pushed?!”
Chu Yanchuan coldly said, “So I said, there is no need to mention it again.”
He turned and left the study, looking as if he didn’t want to talk any more. The Heavenly Emperor looked at his back, frowned, and closed his eyes. The letter in his hand was wrinkled.
Jing Feirong felt a little strange. Although he had taken over the Withered Swamp, the barrier was still calm and peaceful. There were no scattered demons colliding with it. It was quiet and unusually peaceful. He even went to the Northern Region to look a few times, but it was empty all around, and he couldn’t even find a single demon.
Although Chu Yanchuan told him that due to his powerful dragon blood, the totem could exert the most powerful effect in his hands, but that was only for the seal of the demon inside the barrier, and it was not possible to make the outside of the Withered Swamp safe and sound.
What was even more unreasonable was that the Heavenly Emperor had never asked him about the affairs of the Withered Swamp, so Jing Feirong didn’t know how to ask Chu Yanchuan why he did this either.
Jing Feirong handed in the memorial and continued to sit at the desk, holding his chin and looking out the window. Today is the Lantern Festival in the human wirld. He wonders if Dijun still remembers the last appointment and whether he will come.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince.”
Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Chu Yanchuan standing at the door of the study. He was wearing a snow-white robe with light golden cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. He looked cool and elegant, with a calm look in his eyes.
“……” Jing Feirong quickly took a piece of paper from the table and stuffed it into the painting tube beside him, then stood up and said, “Dijun is here.”
Chu Yanchuan asked him, “What did Your Highness write? Did you write ‘liar’ again?”
“No, no…” Jing Feirong blushed and immediately denied, “I didn’t write that.”
He indeed did not write “liar.” He wrote Chu Yanchuan’s name. He had no reason and an unclear motive. He just wrote it unconsciously as he was thinking about it. He wrote seven names in total. They were crooked and ugly, but the feelings were real.
Chu Yanchuan walked to the table and reached out to take the paper from the painting tube. Jing Feirong didn’t know why Dijun was so interested in reading his calligraphy today, but the content must not be seen by him. Jing Feirong immediately grabbed his wrist and said anxiously, “Dijun, there’s nothing to see.”
“Just a look.” Chu Yanchuan broke free from Jing Feirong’s hand and answered.
“No!”
Jing Feirong was anxious and grabbed Chu Yanchuan’s hands and pulled him in front of him. The two of them bumped into each other head-on. Chu Yanchuan was stunned for a rare moment and looked up at Jing Feirong. The sun was about to set, and the afterglow permeated the room, covering Jing Feirong’s eyelashes and the small hairs on his face, which were also covered with a layer of warm color. His peach blossom eyes were clear and anxious, as if they were about to shake out water.
Chu Yanchuan has always known that Jing Feirong is handsome. His youthfulness carries the nobility of his racial bloodline and status. His lively look and handsomeness make it difficult for people to take their eyes off him.
The two looked at each other for a long time. Jing Feirong came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, cut off the intersecting gazes, and loosened the strength of his hands, but still did not let go of Chu Yanchuan and gently rubbed his wrist with the tip of his thumb. The skin was smooth and slightly cool, and the touch was excellent. Jing Feirong just wanted to touch it again and again.
Chu Yanchuan didn’t say anything and just looked at him. Jing Feirong had touched Dijun’s hand enough, so he raised his head, moved closer to him, closed his eyes shyly, and first kissed Chu Yanchuan on the corner of his mouth, then kissed his face. Finally, he felt embarrassed and buried his face in Chu Yanchuan’s neck and asked vaguely, “Dijun, let’s do it before celebrating the Lantern Festival, alright?”
It was the first time he asked for s*x so directly. He was nervous and awkward, his chest pounding. Then he felt his hand being gently held by Chu Yanchuan, leading him down to the belt.
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High Highness the Fifth Prince——Shy but strong
