Xie Yun gripped his hand and kissed him back with reckless abandon.
He lowered his head and claimed those warm, soft lips, grinding and suckling, his tongue tangling with the other’s—fierce yet restrained, as though he longed to devour him whole, yet in the end he only bit down hard.
Song Liang let out a muffled sound at the bite and tried to pull his tongue back, only to have the back of his head held firm as his lips were captured once more and his teeth pried apart. The familiar breath of another person surged in like a tide—cold scents of snow and grass and trees, now carrying a scorching heat, forcing their way into his mouth as if to kiss straight into his soul.
The breathing at his ear was hoarse and heavy, thick with a desire and longing that needed no words. Their pounding heartbeats wove together until he could no longer tell whose was whose.
Song Liang reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck, his breath damp and burning, panting until he was utterly undone, pressing himself closer again and again.
Hearing his unbearable gasps, Xie Yun slid one hand beneath the front of his robes to caress that warm, supple waist, his fingers kneading and stroking, leaving faint red marks on the fine, pale skin, while his other hand reached down to the place that kept pressing against him.
“Mm.”
The pleasure of being touched was violent and unfamiliar. Song Liang couldn’t help opening his eyes to look at the man kissing him, and he reached out to hook his arms around his neck, as though he had lost all reason entirely.
Witnessing this, 3085 fell into utter panic. It couldn’t understand why its host’s body, always so strong and composed, was reacting so violently to the drug this time—so much so that he didn’t even realize he was being taken advantage of.
Watching its host’s almost frenzied courtship behavior, it accelerated its analysis of his body data in the backend while shouting in terror, 【Host, don’t worry! I’ll electro-shock your brain to suppress the hormones right now, you’ll come back to your senses in no time!】
Song Liang: 【Cut the crap and log off.】
3085: 【……】
The next moment, a notification chimed in Song Liang’s mind——
【Ding! Your System 3085 is temporarily offline. Please leave a message.】
It took no more than an instant. When Song Liang came back to himself, he found Xie Yun bent over him, gazing at his face, eyes deep and dark, voice low and hoarse. “Who are you thinking of?”
Song Liang was stunned by his sharpness. He froze for only a moment before Xie Yun bit down on his left shoulder. The bite was far from gentle, as if he meant to bite clean through.
Song Liang pushed at his shoulder, but his wrist was caught and pinned to the side. In the next instant, the unfamiliar sensation from his body left his mind completely blank.
His eyes flew wide open, and he couldn’t help crying out, “Xi——”
But Xie Yun suddenly covered his mouth, his dark green eyes fixed on him, and said into his ear, word by word, “You may only think of me.”
Song Liang badly wanted to ask who else he could possibly be thinking of besides him. But the man pinning him down clearly didn’t believe him; even after saying that, he didn’t remove the hand over his mouth, and instead moved even more fiercely.
“Mm!”
Song Liang’s pupils lost focus for a moment, his mind going blank. He immediately pushed at the shoulders of the man above him, only for his wrists to be caught and pinned at his sides once more, and his lips, newly freed, were claimed again in a kiss that brooked no resistance.
“Mmh——”
A low, stifled moan slipped from between his bitten lips, mingled with ambiguous wet sounds, and carried clearly beyond the hall.
Outside, the wailing that had been rising and falling without pause—”Regent, please do not trouble His Majesty!”—stopped abruptly, and another, impatient voice trying to dissuade them broke off as well.
Inside the hall, Xie Yun paused at once. Song Liang had barely caught his breath when he was carried into the inner bedchamber of the East Side Hall, onto the dragon bed, and pressed down once again.
Meanwhile, the two men outside Zhaoyang Hall had frozen where they stood the moment they heard that sound. After a long while, Chief Steward Zhou was the first to regain his composure. He cleared his throat lightly, climbed up from the ground, and said gently, “The wind is strong here. Commander Cen, please wait in the side hall. His Majesty and His Highness will be a while yet.”
Cen Huan: “…”
“No need.”
He still refused to believe their prince could lose his judgment so completely. He was a descendant of the Xie clan of Yingchuan, the Lesser Sage’s nephew.
Then he waited until nightfall.
Cen Huan: “…”
Now Chief Steward Zhou was the one growing anxious. Even if His Majesty was in no immediate danger, the Prince Regent’s prolonged stay inside worried him.
Cen Huan was also nearing the end of his patience. He could scarcely believe their prince had remained in the young emperor’s bedchamber from daylight until dark. Was this still their calm, self-possessed master?
Besides, they had come here to confront him!
What was this supposed to mean? Throughout the afternoon, the servants of Zhaoyang Palace had discreetly avoided the bedchamber. Before long, the entire palace would know their prince and the young emperor were involved. How were they supposed to stage a rebellion after this?
Just as he decided to knock, the doors finally opened slowly from within.
For a moment, Cen Huan feared the person emerging would be the young emperor. Fortunately, it was their prince. His expression remained dark, though his outer robe was gone, leaving him in a white inner robe.
“…”
Master and servant regarded each other briefly. Xie Yun lowered his eyes wearily and said, “Summon Physician Qi to the palace.”
Cen Huan: “???”
Both men outside were alarmed. Chief Steward Zhou hurried to voice his concern, but Xie Yun interrupted before he could finish.
“He gave me poison.”
“What?!”
This time, it was Cen Huan who cried out. He had never imagined that was what had happened inside. He immediately moved to rush into the hall, only for Xie Yun to stop him.
“What are you doing?”
Cen Huan’s face darkened.
“Demanding the antidote from the young emperor.”
Xie Yun frowned slightly.
“He just fell asleep.”
Cen Huan: “???”
Cen Huan stared at him in shocked disappointment, unable to believe what he had heard.
Xie Yun avoided his gaze.
“Go fetch Qi Yunzhang.”
Cen Huan: “…”
Fine. He was done interfering. The rebellion was clearly never happening now, and the last hope of the Xie clan of Yingchuan was gone.
Once Cen Huan left, Chief Steward Zhou tentatively tried to enter and check on his emperor. The Prince Regent’s icy gaze swept toward him.
Chief Steward Zhou: “…”
He was guarding against even a eunuch.
Still, what needed saying had to be said. His Majesty could not be left uncomfortable.
Zhou cleared his throat.
“This servant wishes to help His Majesty wash and change. Otherwise, he may fall ill overnight.”
There was no answer for a long time. Puzzled, Zhou looked up to find Xie Yun regarding him coldly.
“No need.”
Growing anxious, Zhou was about to ask why when something occurred to him.
“Your Highness has already attended to His Majesty yourself?”
Xie Yun’s expression darkened at once. He turned and went back into Zhaoyang Palace.
“…”
Chief Steward Zhou stared at the doors as they closed again, utterly taken aback. This man truly defied his expectations. Even after His Majesty had given him poison, he had first made sure the emperor was cared for before sending for a physician.
He really was…
Truly devoted.
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