The sun was about to set, and the sunset glowed like a blazing fire. Jing Feirong walked on the road with a cold face, and his spiritual energy was cold. Jing Feiyun was just coming out of the Imperial Department of Divine History when he ran into him. Seeing that he looked strange, he asked him, “What’s wrong with you?”
Jing Feirong ignored him and walked forward. Jing Feiyun stretched out his hand to stop him. “Speak!”
“Say what?” Jing Feirong looked at him, his eyes bloodshot and scary red. “I just asked if you knew about this matter?”
Jing Feiyun frowned. “Know what?”
“Dijun and I.”
Jing Feiyun frowned even deeper: “What happened between you and Dijun?”
Seeing that he really didn’t know, Jing Feirong whispered, “Get out of the way.”
“Where are you going?”
“The Heavenly Emperor’s study.”
“Don’t be crazy.” Jing Feiyun grabbed his hand, “Speak clearly. What happened between you and Dijun?”
Jing Feirong did not respond. He pushed Jing Feiyun away and walked towards the Heavenly Emperor’s study.
A priest just came out of the study and was met with a strong spiritual aura, which pressed him so hard that he could not move forward. He staggered and saluted with difficulty: “Greetings, Your Highness the Fifth Prince.”
Jing Feirong said nothing, walked around him, went straight inside, raised his hand to push aside the bead curtain, and the pearls and jade collided, making a crackling sound. The Heavenly Emperor looked up at him calmly and said, “You are already grown up, but you don’t have any manners at all.”
“So, Father also knows that I am not a child anymore.” Jing Feirong said calmly, “If that’s the case, why is it that you alone are deciding on my marriage?”
The Heavenly Emperor was not annoyed, he just asked, “What? You caused trouble before the marriage, and now you’re losing your temper again?”
Jing Feirong answered the question irrelevantly: “After the morning court session today, Dijun and you were in the study room, discussing about divorcing matters, right?”
“Yes.” The Heavenly Emperor answered straightforwardly, “Dijun thinks it is time, and I should respect his opinion.”
Jing Feirong was so angry that he laughed: “You two seem to be in sync with each other. You just treat me as a chess piece, and you can move me around as you want. Are you going to ask me to marry someone again someday when you need it?”
“Jing Feirong, you need to know who you are.” The Heavenly Emperor stood up and stared into Jing Feirong’s eyes. “The Young General of the Heavenly Realm, the Fifth Prince of the Dragon Clan, it is your duty to defend the Demon Realm, and this marriage is also part of your duty. Chess piece, do you think anyone is qualified to be this chess piece?!”
Hearing what he said, it seems like he’s been cheated, and he should still be grateful?
Jing Feirong thought about it, he thought Chu Yanchuan might marry him out of some kind of agreement, but later this idea was dispelled. But even if it was true, it didn’t matter, if Chu Yanchuan liked him, it didn’t matter what the beginning of their relationship was—but Chu Yanchuan said in person that the totem had completely taken effect on him, and it was time for the two to divorce.
Jing Feirong knew very well his identity and his responsibilities, but if they had told him the purpose of this marriage from the very beginning, instead of letting his misunderstanding grow, then Jing Feirong would not have lost control so much at this moment—he might still fall in love with Chu Yanchuan uncontrollably, but at least he will love him clearly, instead of throwing his true heart into a lie.
He thought he was really loved, but it turned out that he was just being deceived.
Seeing Jing Feirong’s cold expression and not saying a word, the Heavenly Emperor held his breath and said, “I know you are upset and angry that we didn’t explain it to you in advance, but this marriage is originally a hundred benefits with no harm. I took into account that you are still young, and I did act on my own and ignore your opinion. It’s just a divorce, and it has no impact on you. Now that the totem has been handed over to you, you should manage the Demon Realm well. For the sake of the people of the six realms, these are nothing. In the end, you have no loss, so you shouldn’t be so angry, isn’t it true?”
His father would never understand the main point of his anger, just like he always concealed and avoided the matters about his father from Jing Feirong. As long as the Heavenly Emperor felt that Jing Feirong did not need to know, he would never let him know.
Only then did Jing Feirong understand what his elder brother meant by “power.” This title was extremely suitable for his father.
“Yes, I didn’t suffer any loss.” Jing Feirong said slowly, “What about those who suffered losses? Do they have the right to be angry?”
The Heavenly Emperor frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“My father died in the Withered Swamp in order to suppress the evil spirit in the Demon Seal. Was that a heavy loss?” Jing Feirong stared at the Heavenly Emperor. “But my father is no longer here. As his son, do I have any reason to be angry on his behalf?”
The Heavenly Emperor’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in an almost inappropriate voice, “Jing Feirong!”
Jing Feirong showed no fear and said coldly, “Your divine companion died for the people, but you erased all relevant records of him in the Heavenly Book. Father, I only want to ask you. What are you afraid of, and what are you guilty of? You are the Supreme of the Six Realms, the head of the Dragon Clan, why do you have to be a coward in this matter?”
The sky outside the window suddenly darkened, thunder rumbled, Tian Quan was furious, and his power was unstoppable. The Heavenly Emperor’s eyes were almost filled with cold thorns, and he said word by word, “Get lost.”
“Father, do you know what your expression is every time I mention Father?” Jing Feirong took a step closer to the desk and said in a deep voice, “Do you know how embarrassed you look?”
“You are simply…” The Heavenly Emperor pressed his fist on the table, his eyes fierce. “You are exactly the same as your elder brother.”
“Because my big brother and I are both right.” Jing Feirong replied.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, torrential rain came crashing down. Jing Feirong was taken to the God-Slaying Platform, where the Heavenly Emperor issued a punishment order—the Fifth Prince of the Dragon Clan was disobedient and presumptuous and abused his power to humiliate the Heavenly Emperor, and he was to be whipped five hundred times.
Five hundred lashes, one after another, hit his back. Blood mixed with rainwater and flowed all over the ground. Jing Feirong gritted his teeth and said nothing. In the excruciating pain, he thought—Dijun would never come to heal his wounds again.
Because the scam is over, Dijun doesn’t have to act anymore.
Jing Feirong, who was afraid of pain and loved to cry, didn’t shed a single tear during this punishment.
The author has something to say: Hope the dragon is fine.
(The relationship is not sad, it’s just that the overall economic environment is not good)
T/N: I didn’t notice that I missed chap17🥲sorry and here it is
