The immobilization spell was unleashed shortly after it started because Chu Yanchuan felt quite painful—although His Highness the Fifth Prince might not be functional, his objective size was indeed not to be underestimated. So he removed the spell; after all, it had already been partially inserted. Jing Feirong couldn’t just pull it out and leave, so the two sides had a good discussion, and they could still adjust their positions before continuing.
They were all decent people and would not fight on the bed. Jing Feirong also could not beat him anyway.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he unleashed the spell, Jing Feirong pressed Chu Yanchuan down on the bed with red eyes, breathing heavily and viciously, without saying a word—although he looked really fierce, but His Highness the Fifth Prince’s tears had already rolled down to his chin.
Chu Yanchuan was still wondering if it was because he had not removed the spell completely, that’s why it caused the Fifth Prince to cry because he could not speak. The next second, he heard Jing Feirong’s hoarse voice with a hint of tears. He whispered, “Is this how Dijun admires me?”
“Hiss.” Chu Yanchuan frowned and took a breath, raised his hand to cover his own eyes, and nodded. “Yes, yes.”
After all, he was a naughty kid and a crying one at that as well, so he could only answer him accordingly.
“Does Dijun still think that I’m not capable?” Jing Feirong pushed a little deeper and asked once again.
When we got in bed, you asked the question, and I’ve already answered it, but Chu Yanchuan was very patient and nodded again: “Yes.”
So Chu Yanchuan learned two lessons from this trip: Trouble comes from the mouth, and don’t mess with naughty children.
He has lived for tens of thousands of years and has never had to consider other people’s feelings. He has never been inferior to anyone. The deities in heaven respect him. Jing Feirong was the first person to act so rashly toward him.
It was almost sunset when it was over, and Jing Feirong finally came back to his senses when he heard Chu Yanchuan’s suppressed sobs. He was stunned for two seconds, then quickly picked up the robe beside the pillow to cover his body and quickly shrank to the corner of the bed. His pair of handsome peach blossom eyes were wide open, with two drops of tears at the end of his eyes, like pear blossoms in the rain, as if he were the one being f*cked.
He didn’t think that much about it. Chu Yanchuan said that he couldn’t do it, then I will show you that I can, that’s all. As for why it turned out like this, Jing Feirong had already forgotten. The memory escaped from his mind with tears, and part of it was shot out. He knew nothing.
Chu Yanchuan lay on the bed, his long black hair scattered on his back, his waist and buttocks were covered with pinch marks, and the roots of his legs were red from being hit. The mottled marks were particularly obvious on his cold white skin, and they were unsightly.
“How could this happen?” After a while, Jing Feirong choked and asked pitifully.
Chu Yanchuan let out a long sigh and didn’t even have the strength to open his eyes. He also wanted to ask: How could this happen?
“Dijun?” Seeing that Chu Yanchuan didn’t respond, Jing Feirong hurriedly crawled over and looked at Chu Yanchuan for a long time, not knowing where to start. Finally, he patted Chu Yanchuan’s lower back, cried, and said in a trembling voice, “Dijun, you say something ah.”
If his father knew that a great ancestor of ancient times died on his youngest son’s bed, he would surely have his bones removed, his tendons extracted, and his soul destroyed.
Chu Yanchuan uttered “En” very softly.
The voice was a little hoarse, and the ending stopped halfway through. It sounded weak and fragile. Jing Feirong’s face became hot, his heart felt itchy, and his lower body became hard.
He hastily wiped away his tears and said, “I-I’ll help you clean up.”
“No need.” Chu Yanchuan said in a hoarse voice. He propped himself up, put on only an outer robe, and got out of bed. As a result, his waist ached, both of his legs were weak, and he staggered with an unstable center of gravity.
Jing Feirong quickly supported him, and his eyes unconsciously looked down, just in time to see an unidentified water trail flowing down Chu Yanchuan’s smooth thighs that were full of red marks.
Chu Yanchuan stood up straight and slowly put on his clothes without even looking at Jing Feirong. He seemed to have regained his dignified look and whispered, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, have a good rest. I’ll go back first.”
“Dijun want to go?” Jing Feirong looked confused. He could no longer tell who slept with me, and I slept with who already.
“Yes, Your Highness the Fifth Prince doesn’t have to worry about it.” Chu Yanchuan straightened his collar, then disappeared like melting snow, leaving nothing behind except for a few ambiguous water marks and wrinkles on the bed.
What is this? Once done, you would turn on the heel and seal both feats and fame1This may sound a little confusing, but this phrase is from Li Bai’s poem. 事了拂衣去 (Once done, he would turn on the heel), 深藏身与名 (Seals both feats and fame). It basically means to brush off one’s clothes and hide one’s merits and fame when things are done.?
The room was empty except for a faint, lingering fragrance. Jing Feirong huddled back in the corner of the bed, hugging his own knees. His eyes were red with confusion, regret, and grievance.
Chu Yanchuan was soaking in the fountain of Zhuling, with water droplets falling from his shoulders that were covered in traces. He closed his eyes and sensed that threat of heat that was wandering inside his spirit, and finally his face regained some vitality.
If Jing Feirong knew that he could gather some dragon spirits for nourishment after having s*x with him, he would have cried and cursed on the God-Slaying Platform for three days and three nights.
Chu Yanchuan thought of that scene and smiled with his eyes closed.
“Father.” Jing Feirong kneeled in front of the Heavenly Emperor’s throne with a serious face.
The Heavenly Emperor didn’t even bother to raise his eyelids. “Speak.”
“Dijun came to my bedchamber yesterday.”
The Heavenly Emperor looked up at him.
“And then he left again. I tried to ask him to stay, but he refused. Perhaps Dijun is used to freedom and doesn’t want to be bound. I don’t think we need to force him. He’s the supreme being in the Heaven Realm, how can I, a junior, force him to stay? We should still prioritize Dijun’s wishes.” Jing Feirong glanced at the small note in his hand and smoothly said those prepared words out.
The Heavenly Emperor was upset and waved his hand: “Get out.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Jing Feirong hurriedly got up, but the small note accidentally fell to the ground. He reached out to pick it up and suddenly heard a deep voice: “Jing Feirong.”
His knees softened, and he kneeled back on the ground. Just as he was about to give a five-hundred-word explanation about the small note, he heard the Heavenly Emperor command, “Spread out your right hand.”
Jiang Feirong was caught cheating on the spot, and his eyes immediately turned red. With a worried expression, he opened his right hand and displayed his small cheat note to all directions.
“Throw away what you have in your hand!” The Heavenly Emperor slammed the table.
Jing Feirong immediately threw the small cheat note a dozen feet away and spread his hands in a daze.
—A circle of blue totem was faintly emerging in the palm of his hand.
“This…” Jing Feirong was extremely puzzled. “Why have I never seen this before…”
“You and Dijun—” The Heavenly Emperor stared at him and didn’t ask the second half of the question.
Jing Feirong suddenly felt that something was wrong. Although he didn’t know what this totem was, but based on the Heavenly Emperor’s expression and words, he realized that—he had been marked by Chu Yanchuan.
Even if he loves me, he also doesn’t need to declare his sovereignty like this, right? Beauties are scheming!
However, at this point, Jing Feirong could only pretend to be calmer than anyone else. He slowly stood up, bowed to the Heavenly Emperor, and calmly said, “It’s just as you think.”
“Not bad.” The Heavenly Emperor said.
Jing Feirong chuckled in his heart. When he was traveling in the Mortal Realm, he had seen a similar story in a book—a pure and beautiful girl was married off by her parents to an ugly and wealthy old man as a concubine. The old man forced the girl to consummate the marriage, and others praised, applauded, and wished the old man to have a son soon.
So disgusting!
Today, Jing Feirong is undoubtedly the pure and beautiful girl, and Chu Yanchuan is the ugly old man…
Hold on.
Jing Feirong recalled Chu Yanchuan’s beautiful face, recalled the beauty’s graceful demeanor after he became emotional on the bed, and recalled how he lost control halfway and cried while holding Chu Yanchuan’s ankles to prevent him from getting out of bed.
As he thought about this, an indescribable expression of shame and timidity began to appear on his face, and his eyes were also wandering. The Heavenly Emperor stared at him for a moment and guessed that his youngest son must be thinking of something indecent, so he said, “Jing Feirong, you are filthy.”
Jing Feirong froze and blurted out “You’re talking nonsense! I didn’t!”
“Whether you did or not.” The Heavenly Emperor lowered his eyes, looked at the memorial on the table, hid the gloom in his eyes, and said, “You made a scene on the God-Slaying Platform that day and disappeared on the wedding day. Dijun is of such high status, yet he allowed you to do things like this repeatedly. You should know what to do in the future. If it happens again, I will definitely remove you from the Divine Realm in front of all the deities.”
Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the matter had reached such a serious level. He frowned and said, “I was forced first. I never agreed to this marriage. Father, your request is a bit unreasonable.”
The Heavenly Emperor heard this, but he did not get angry. He just said calmly, “Don’t be so ungrateful. Go away.”
So Jing Feirong left. When he left the hall, he looked at the small blue totem in his palm. The more he looked at it, the angrier he became. He vaguely guessed that the Heavenly Emperor and Chu Yanchuan must have reached some kind of agreement, and as an outsider, he was asked to cooperate obediently without knowing anything. No matter how he thought about it, it was very annoying.
Angry and infuriated, Jing Feirong threw his sleeves angrily and decided to find Chu Yanchuan to confront him, asking him what was going on with this marriage and what the totem in his hand meant.
After taking a few steps outside, Jing Feirong stopped and suddenly turned back to his bedchamber—yesterday, Chu Yanchuan only put on his outer robe and left his inner garment on his bed.
Jing Feirong held the light inner garment in his hand and looked around expressionlessly. After making sure that no one else was around, he lowered his head and took a light sniff.
There was still a faint, cold fragrance on it. Jing Feirong suddenly remembered how this robe was stripped off of Chu Yanchuan. His ears immediately turned red. He hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeves and ran out.
As long as he runs fast enough, the pink memories cannot catch up with him.
Chu Yanchuan is in charge of the first of the five sacred mountains—Yunzi Mountain. Jing Feirong had limited knowledge of Dijun, so his first reaction was to go to Yunzi Mountain to find him. But when he arrived outside the Yunzi Palace, the door was closed and there were no attendants to be seen, so there was no one to ask.
Jing Feirong was furious and banged the palace door in disbelief: “Dijun! Don’t hide in there, and keep silent. I know you are at home. If you have the guts to do that, then have the gut to open the door ah!”
After banging on the door for half a cup of tea of time, his hands were a little swollen. Jing Feirong was sure that Chu Yanchuan was not in Yunzi Mountain, so he made a prompt decision and went to the Underworld.
“Who are you?” Outside the Underworld Palace, Jing Feirong was stopped by the general guarding the Palace’s door, the general asked him.
“Jing Feirong.”
“It’s definitely impossible.” The Underworld’s general, who took up his first day of duty, immediately refuted, “His Highness the Fifth Prince of the Heaven Realm, who commands 90,000 divine guards, cannot be like this.”
“What am I like?” Jing Feirong was puzzled. “You tell me, what am I like?”
The Underworld’s general glanced at his hand.
Jing Feirong looked down in the direction he was looking and discovered that a large portion of the inner garment hidden in his sleeves had been exposed at some point and was fluttering in the wind, looking quite inappropriate.
He immediately tucked the clothes in, raised his head, and said angrily, “You are not allowed to look!”
“Yo, Your Highness the Fifth Prince?” A shrill and thin voice came from inside the palace. A white figure floated out of the door. Bai Wuchang smiled wickedly. “What a rare guest~”
Jing Feirong was still glaring at the Underworld’s general, who had stopped him. The Underworld general was very sensible and immediately let him go: “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, please come in!”
His voice was loud, powerful, and full of confidence, as if nothing had happened. For a moment, Jing Feirong didn’t know how to explain the misunderstanding to him and could only enter the palace in frustration.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince came back to the Underworld for the first time. Is it to look for Mingwang Daren?” Bai Wuchang asked as he walked side by side with Jing Feirong.
“I… En… I’m looking for Dijun.” Jing Feirong cleared his throat as if nothing had happened. “He left something with me.”
“Ya, look at my memory.” Bai Wuchang’s narrow eyes flashed with a devilish light. “Your Highness the Fifth Prince and Dijun got married a few days ago.”
After entering the palace, they walked across a rope bridge and finally arrived at the main hall. Jing Feirong stepped through the door and saw Yu Cang sitting in front of the table in the hall, reading a memorial, but there was no sign of Chu Yanchuan.
“Greetings, Mingwang Daren.” Jing Feirong raised his hand and saluted.
Yu Cang raised his head and put down the brush in his hand. He was dressed in black and had a cold face. When looking at people, there is a sense of oppression without anger coming along. However, Yu Cang was not very old, about the same age as Jing Feirong’s eldest brother. Jing Feirong could only attribute this to Yu Cang’s prolonged stay in the Underworld, and there is inevitably something wrong with his personality that emitted a coldness from the inside out.
But when Jing Feirong thought about the relationship between the Lord of the Underworld and his third brother, he felt a bit more eerie and affectionate towards Yu Cang.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince.” Yu Cang spoke in a low voice, “You are here to find someone?”
Jing Feirong suddenly felt a little embarrassed, with his hands behind his back and his head tilted uneasily, before he pretended to be calm and let out an “En.”
As soon as he finished “En,” he saw a thin and white wrist raised from behind the table, the five fingers clasping the edge of the table. Then Chu Yanchuan slowly sat up. He was dressed in a light blue cloud patterned robe with loose black bun hair and slightly drooping eyes, as if waking up from a long sleep.
Jing Feirong: ?
The person who married him the day before yesterday and slept with him yesterday was now sleeping soundly beside someone else. And this “someone else” was not someone else too, but Yu Cang, who had an unclear relationship with his third brother.
He’s afraid that he’s sleeping on the Lord of the Underworld’s thigh…
Jing Feirong felt like he was about to break apart. No wonder Bai Wuchang smiled so cunningly. Perhaps he had known this scene would happen and was waiting to see the show.
Chu Yanchuan had just woken up and had not yet come to his senses. He sat in front of the couch and looked at Jing Feirong standing in the center of the hall for a long time, then nodded politely. “Your Highness the Fifth Prince.”
After not seeing each other for only one day, Jing Feirong felt that Chu Yanchuan looked better than before, with rosy lips and watery eyes. His snow-white collar was revealed under his light blue outer robe, it was loosely wrapped around his slender white neck, looking pure and beautiful.
Jing Feirong felt a little dizzy. Chu Yanchuan was clearly weak when he got out of bed yesterday. How come he looked so radiant after sleeping beside Yu Cang? Didn’t he say that he had admired him for a long time? Why was he like this?
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince is looking for me?” Chu Yanchuan saw Jing Feirong standing there with a complicated expression, but he never said a word, so he asked him.
“Yes ah.” Jing Feirong said dryly.
“What is Your Highness the Fifth Prince looking for me for?”
“I don’t want to talk about it here.” Jing Feirong glanced at Yu Cang’s cold face and said sullenly.
Chu Yanchuan stood up, walked down the steps to Jing Feirong, and said, “Then let’s go somewhere else.”
Bai Wuchang bowed respectfully on the side, his tone relaxed and cheerful: “Dijun and Your Highness the Fifth Prince, take care~”
The two of them arrived at a pavilion outside the palace. Jing Feirong took out the robe from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Yanchuan. “This is Dijun’s.”
Chu Yanchuan did not answer and asked, “Does Your Highness specifically come to the Underworld just to return this robe?”
Jing Feirong didn’t look at him, he only turned his eyes to look at a pillar under the pavilion and said, “Yes ah, just send it, and I’ll go.”
“Thank you, Your Highness, but it’s fine to just leave it in your place.”
Jing Feirong turned around in surprise, “What?”
“So next time, when I go to your palace, I can change into something else.”
Jing Feirong was even more surprised: “What do you mean by next time?”
Chu Yanchuan did not answer and suddenly reached out his hand, touched the tip of Jing Feirong’s ear with his fingers, and asked, “Why are your ears so red?”
Jing Feirong opened his eyes wide and was stunned, then immediately covered his ears and said, “Sunbaking!”
There is no sun in the Underworld.
“Is Your Highness not satisfied with what happened yesterday?” Chu Yanchuan withdrew his hand and asked him.
“I’m not… no…” Jing Feirong stammered, still not understanding how they had come to this topic. His eyes roamed rapidly, all the details of yesterday’s bed scene flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t help but think about it.
“Your Highness, give me your hand.”
Jing Feirong looked at Chu Yanchuan’s hand in confusion, then hesitantly stretched out his own hand. Chu Yanchuan held his hand, turned it over to reveal his palm, looked at the faint blue totem in Jing Feirong’s palm, and said, “If you are not dissatisfied, then I will go to your room every three days. I wonder what Your Highness thinks?”
Jing Feirong’s pupils widened blankly, like a dying fish thrown ashore. He asked stupidly, “Why do you want to come here every three days?”
Chu Yanchuan sighed softly: “I originally planned to do it every other day, but Your Highness is too strong, I’m afraid I can’t stand it.”
Jing Feirong was as still as a stone, unable to utter a single word. Every word Chu Yanchuan said was so vulgar, but his expression was natural and serious, as if he were discussing a matter of great importance. Jing Feirong was wondering if he had missed something or was overthinking it, but no, Dijun was indeed talking about that————————kind of thing.
“You…” After a long while, Jing Feirong spoke with difficulty and said something completely unrelated. “Your hands are so cold ah.”
Chu Yanchuan withdrew his hand and rolled down his sleeves to cover his fingertips. He hesitated for a moment and said as if to comfort him, “Your Highness, there is no need to worry too much. Once this totem is completely handed over to you, everything will be settled.”
“So what is this totem?” Jing Feirong came back to his senses and suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, so he asked.
Chu Yanchuan said seriously, “It’s our child.”
The author has something to say: Chu Yanchuan: I was just kidding.
Jing Feirong: But I took it seriously.
[Serious clarification: Dijun did not sleep on the Lord of the Underworld’s leg. Please stop spreading the rumor immediately, Your Highness the Fifth Prince!]
