After vomiting blood last night, Jing Feirong fell asleep by the lotus pond in front of the palace. When Chu Yanchuan woke him up, Jing Feirong took out his finger from his mouth and propped his head against a green lotus leaf. His face was haggard, and his eyes were dull.
“I didn’t expect that Your Highness the Fifth Prince would be so unpopular.” Chu Yanchuan said, “You have nowhere to go and could only spend the night by the pond.”
His words infuriated Jing Feirong so much that even the cuckold on his head trembled twice. Jing Feirong said, “Isn’t it all because Dijun occupied my bed?”
“Yes, I have also reflected on this, so I’ll return to my own residence immediately. I’ve wronged Your Highness last night.”
“Is Dijun really going to leave?” Jing Feirong’s face instantly showed joy, and then he asked in confusion, “If that’s the case, I wonder why Dijun agreed to this marriage?”
Chu Yanchuan looked at him. As there were some facts that could not be told at this moment, he said, “I have admired Your Highness the Fifth Prince for a long time.”
He has never cared about things like this, as long as it’s better for everyone, he can just make up an excuse to deceive them. There is no need to argue too much, especially with this Fifth Prince.
Who knew that Jing Feirong would blush upon hearing this? He averted his eyes, and hummed, “Dijun has seen me before?”
Otherwise, how would you fall in love with me?
“Yes.” Chu Yanchuan said, “I had a deep impression of you at that time…”
“How was I then?” Jing Feirong asked expectantly, but pretending not to care.
“You were crying loudly and even peeing on the Heavenly Emperor’s hands.”
Jing Feirong’s face stiffened slightly as he slowly took the cuckold from his head off.
“Dijun walk slowly, I won’t see you off.” He gritted his teeth and said it word by word.
Chu Yanchuan nodded, “Then I’ll take my leave.”
Leaving the Heavenly Realm, Chu Yanchuan went to the Realm of the Withered Swamp, and the priest was already waiting, “Greetings Dijun.”
“Has it been cleaned up?” Chu Yanchuan asked.
“We dealt with them all last night.” the priest reported, “But when we fought, we found that the magic power of these scattered demons became stronger and stronger, making it difficult to deal with them.”
“Understand.” Chu Yanchuan replied.
This barrier was created by him with his cultivation and was closely connected to every divine vein and spiritual power in his body. Whenever a foreign object collided with the barrier, no matter how far away it was, Chu Yanchuan could keenly sense it. Last night, he almost did not sleep all night in Jing Feirong’s bedchamber and tried his best to control the barrier until the priest defeated the scattered demons one by one.
Chu Yanchuan walked to the barrier, raised his hand, and touched it. The transparent barrier instantly took shape, trembling with huge ripples and slowly surging above the Withered Swamp. The bright blue light was transmitted upwards along the palm of Chu Yanchuan’s hand, spreading along the entire barrier. The ripples gradually calmed down under the blessing of spiritual power and turned into rapid and slight tremors, as if something were brewing.
Without any warning, the light suddenly exploded, illuminating half of the dark sky. At the same time, Chu Yanchuan was pushed back by the recoil force and fell back seven or eight feet away.
“Dijun!” the priest shouted and rushed forward.
In the flying dust, Chu Yanchuan struggled to stand up. He frowned and suddenly covered his chest. Then he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blue light in his palm quickly gathered and eventually turned into a circle of blue totem, which was exactly the same as the huge totem above the seal in the Realm of the Withered Swamp.
The totem appeared on the skin of his palm for a moment, then dissipated and disappeared.
The priest stabilized Chu Yanchuan and urgently said, “Dijun?!”
Chu Yanchuan shook his head, and a hand suddenly covered his back. Yu Cang pressed on Chu Yanchuan’s back and transferred spiritual power into his body.
“It’s useless.” Chu Yanchuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. “I’m used to it already.”
“We can’t wait any longer.” Yu Cang said.
“Yes ah…” Chu Yanchuan raised his pale face, with blood on his lips and a sickly gorgeous look. He looked at the seal, which was not far away. The vague human figure was shaking in the seal. He said softly, “It can’t wait any longer.”
Jing Feirong was not happy today. As soon as his eldest and third brothers saw him, they asked, “How did you feel about your grand wedding yesterday?”
“……” Jing Feirong turned around and left.
“Heard he cried till he vomited blood.” Said his third brother.
The eldest brother: “Uh, on the wedding night, Fifth Brother actually…”
He paused, then, together with his third brother, made two “tsk tsk” connotation sounds.
“I’m afraid the dragon clan is no longer capable.” The eldest brother concluded.
Last night Chu Yanchuan said that he was incapable, and today he was ridiculed by his own brothers. Jing Feirong had the illusion that he might be really incapable—this was probably another kind of death before achieving success.
He suddenly turned around, “If the dragon clan is no longer capable, you guys also have a part in it too!”
The eldest brother: “Ah, I am not married yet, so the matter of capable or incapable is not my fault.”
His third brother was silent and didn’t say anything.
The little question mark in Feirong’s head about the future in the next few years was confirmed at this moment—his third brother was the one below.
Seeing Jing Feirong staring at him gloomily, his third brother looked at him calmly for a moment, then said to his eldest brother, “Let’s go, we still have business to do.”
The eldest brother had no idea of the undercurrent between the two of them. He opened his folding fan and waved it elegantly, saying, “En, since Fifth Brother is not capable, we should not ridicule him too much either.”
Jing Feirong was grinding his teeth.
His third brother grabbed his eldest brother’s arm and calmly said, “Quickly go.”
Jing Feirong returned to his bedchamber angrily. This morning, when the Heavenly Emperor heard that Chu Yanchuan had left, he scolded him once again and told him to go and invite Dijun back. Jing Feirong raised his chin and said rebelliously, “I! Won’t!”
His attitude was really arrogant, the Heavenly Emperor nearly twisted his neck off.
It’s not that Jing Feirong did not know about Chu Yanchuan’s reputation. After all, he was an ancient god. When the world was first created, he participated in many dangerous battles. He also worked with the Lord of the Underworld, quelled the demonic rebels and brought peace to the six realms for thousands of years. As a junior, he should have admired and respected such a god, but the Heavenly Emperor suddenly granted him a marriage and forced him to get married quickly. Although it could be considered a high-class climb for the dragon clan to be able to marry a god like Chu Yanchuan, but Jing Feirong is in his rebellious stage. In addition, Chu Yanchuan’s every word and sentence seems gentle and amiable, but in fact they were heart-wrenching. No matter how he thought about it, the dragon in question felt very aggrieved.
But on second thought, things have come to this point already. Instead of competing with each other and enduring various beatings and scoldings from his own father every day, it would be better for him to think about how to reach an agreement with the Dijun and become a superficial couple who don’t interfere with each other.
Jing Feirong finally thought it through. He decided to take a nap, and when he woke up, he would go and ask Chu Yanchuan to come back.
It shouldn’t be a difficult task. After all, Dijun himself has said that he has admired him for a long time, so he will definitely come back with him happily, hehe.
Jing Feirong closed his eyes complacently.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that it was not a difficult task indeed. He has not gone to invite him yet, but Chu Yanchuan is already sitting beside the bed.
“Oh, Dijun.” Jing Feirong stretched himself, forced out a very polite smile, and said, “I was just about to go and invite you to come back.”
Chu Yanchuan smiled, but for some reason that smile looked a little empty. He asked, “What do you want to invite me back for?”
Jing Feirong sat up, straightened his long hair, and answered confidently, “Invite you back with me…”
Before he could utter the word “acting,” Chu Yanchuan leaned over, put his hand on Jing Feirong’s shoulder, and said, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, there is no need to say more.”
“What…What…”
Jing Feirong looked at the face that was so close to him, it was beautiful and calm.
A faint, cold fragrance came from Chu Yanchuan’s collar. It was cool and charming.
Jing Feirong opened his eyes wide in panic, feeling dazed and helpless.
“I-I-I… didn’t mean that one!” Jing Feirong stuttered and finally spelled out a sentence.
“But I meant that one.” Chu Yanchuan leaned closer to him and said softly.
A faint golden light flashed across his fingertips, and Chu Yanchuan made a hand gesture.
Jing Feirong knew that secret very well, because the next moment he could neither move nor speak anymore.
His vision spun as he was pushed down on the bed by Chu Yanchuan. His waist sank, and Chu Yanchuan raised his legs and sat astride him.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince, sorry.” Chu Yanchuan leaned forward and supported himself in front of Jing Feirong. His slender fingers hooked the belt and pulled it open, then his palm slid down along the loose outer robe. The slightly cool fingertips touched the warm skin, the touch was unfamiliar. Jing Feirong’s lower abdomen tightened immediately, and his face and neck were completely red.
The end of Chu Yanchuan’s hair hung by Jing Feirong’s ear, rubbing it gently and swayingly. Jing Feirong’s eyes were so terrified that Chu Yanchuan couldn’t bear it, so he comforted him softly: “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, it’s alright, you are not capable of it anyway, it will be over soon.”
Jing Feirong’s eyes instantly filled with bloodshots, and he was so angry that a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat.
