Li Cheng’s eyes widened abruptly, his gaze turning bloodshot as he looked over.
“Your maternal kin will all perish on the battlefield at the Southern Frontier. The King of Dingbei will ensure they die a glorious death.”
Hearing his calm words, Li Cheng was driven to the brink of collapse.
“Ah----”
Scoundrel! Treacherous minister!
How dare they be so audacious.
“Xiao Chizhan murdered my father, usurped the throne. You, a band of rebels, will all meet a terrible end. You should all die—”
Li Qiongyu watched his frantic struggle with a sneer.
“Guards, take the Prince away and let him have a good taste of what it’s like to break in a hawk.”
“Yes.”
The secret door of the chamber was opened, and guards swarmed in, dragging the blood-soaked Li Cheng away.
Li Qiongyu looked at the hatred in Li Cheng’s eyes, a faint curve appearing on his lips.
“Blood Blade.”
“Young Master.”
Li Qiongyu turned, slowly walking out, his voice chilling and cold.
“See to him properly.”
Blood Blade lowered his gaze. “Yes.”
After leaving the secret chamber, Li Qiongyu returned to the inner hall.
He looked at the girl lying on the couch with her eyes lightly closed, then leaned down, scooped her up into his arms, and turned to walk out of the hall.
Wei Qingge had been whipped severely. Although she had taken medicine, her head was still groggy.
In her daze, she heard the faint sound of wind.
She laboriously opened her eyes, her voice weak.
“Li Qiongyu, is that you?”
Li Qiongyu lowered his gaze. “I am here.”
Nestled in his embrace, Wei Qingge writhed slightly due to the pain from her wounds.
She recalled everything that had happened in the secret chamber, a hint of anger coloring her delicate, pale face.
“I’m going to kill them.”
“Yes, they will all die.”
Hearing his words, Wei Qingge’s mind jolted, and she became a bit clearer.
She glanced up at the person above her, then sideways at the lamplight illuminating the palace corridors. She kicked her legs.
“You don’t need to carry me, I can walk back myself.”
Don’t think that just because he saved her, she would forget the despicable things he had done.
Li Qiongyu looked down at her and said, “If you’re disobedient, I’ll toss you into that pond.”
Though it was summer, the pond water at night was very cold.
Wei Qingge glanced at the lotus pond not far away and instantly sobered up.
She gritted her teeth in anger, but could not utter any curses.
She was weak and without strength, truly afraid to oppose him. If she angered him and he really threw her into the pond, she would freeze to death.
She was covered in wounds.
Wei Qingge pouted and stopped struggling.
The pain from her wounds made her gasp involuntarily.
She unconsciously reached out and clutched the front of his clothes, straightening her body to alleviate the pain.
Li Qiongyu glanced down at her and walked forward swiftly.
Upon returning to Langyuan, Wei Qingge had already fainted from the pain.
Ye Luan, upon hearing the news, was about to head over when she was stopped by Xiao Chizhan.
“The imperial physician has seen her. They are superficial wounds, and she’s fallen asleep now in the middle of the night. Going there will only mean you waiting.”
Xiao Chizhan said, taking off his clothes and pulling her waist to lead her to the bed.
Ye Luan frowned. “Is she really alright?”
“Yes, Blood Blade said she’s fine.”
She believed he wouldn’t lie to her.
Ye Luan breathed a sigh of relief. A thought of the letter she had received a few days prior caused her to become distracted, and she didn’t notice his small movements.
By the time she came to her senses, her clothes were already half-undressed.
She immediately pulled her undergarments back on, got into bed, and wrapped herself in the quilt.
“Sleep.”
Xiao Chizhan got into bed, embraced her from behind, and his hands began to wander restlessly over her.
Ye Luan couldn’t resist, shoving her elbow back. “Stop fooling around.”
Xiao Chizhan paid no heed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her lips.
Ye Luan, kissed and licked by him, felt her whole body soften. Her limp arms instinctively climbed up to his neck, embracing him.
They held each other tightly, their kisses entangled.
Suddenly, Ye Luan thought of what Xie Beihan had written in his letter, and a sense of unease washed over her.
She slightly opened her eyes, her hands tightening their grip on the person on top of her, her two slender, well-proportioned legs wrapping around his waist, rubbing.
“So forward?”
He chuckled lightly and tore off her undergarments.
He gripped her body and pressed her down, moving closer.
Ye Luan trembled all over, tightening her legs around him and asking in a soft voice.
“Are you going to Lingnan?”
These days, in the military department, she always saw reports about Lingnan being sent in stacks.
It must be in chaos in Lingnan, with the southern barbarians attacking fiercely.
Xiao Chizhan held her slender waist, massaging it as he moved in.
Ye Luan’s beautiful, almost aggressive face instantly flushed with coquettish charm, her eyes reddened, as alluring as if they could drip water.
“No.”
Hearing this, Ye Luan breathed a sigh of relief and burrowed into his embrace, her body as soft as boneless silk.
“You said it yourself, you’re not allowed to go.”
He grunted, pinching her waist and thrusting inside with all his might.
The candlelight in the room flickered, occasionally making sizzling sounds.
Ye Luan embraced his back, watching him.
His eyes were filled with a surging tide. His demonic face held a captivating allure, especially his red eyes, which were bewitched and enchanting.
She watched him intently.
Xiao Chizhan noticed her gaze, his movements becoming fiercer. He lowered his head and fiercely covered her lips, their mouths grinding and lingering.
Ye Luan stiffened her neck and dodged. He then followed her jawline downwards, kissing her, licking her neck, and then further down to suckle, with considerable force.
“Xiao Chizhan, let’s have a daughter in the future. She’d surely be beautiful with a pair of red eyes like yours.”
Xiao Chizhan, caught up in the passion, stopped his movements.
He looked up, his voice hoarse, “Luan Luan, you don’t just like my looks, do you?”
Ye Luan paused and couldn’t help but arch her back and wiggle.
“Why do you always say that?”
She couldn’t deny that she liked his appearance; he had her completely captivated.
But at this moment, it wasn’t solely about his looks.
Xiao Chizhan’s eyes flashed with displeasure. Instead of answering, he asked, “Then if I get old, you won’t like me anymore?”
“---”
Ye Luan knew his temper and tried to appease him. “No, I’ll still love you when you’re old.”
Speechless.
This was the first time she had seen a man jealous of his own appearance.
Xiao Chizhan, unaware of her inner grumbling, had his expression soften under her coaxing.
“No.”
“---”
Ye Luan rolled her eyes inwardly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said softly, “I like daughters, with red eyes just like yours. How beautiful that would be.”
“What if she takes after you?”
“Fifty-fifty then.”
Xiao Chizhan paused and bit her ear, whispering, “Isn’t it just us? I only want you.”
His voice was low and hoarse, his trailing end drawn out, carrying a peculiar tenderness that made Ye Luan’s heart flutter.
She kissed the red mole at the corner of his eye, wanting to say more, but he immediately sealed her lips, muffling even the faint sucking sounds.
She angrily pounded his chest.
The force was gentle and ineffective; Xiao Chizhan felt nothing.
He said hoarsely, “The more you hit me, the more comfortable I feel.”
Pervert!
Ye Luan was too lazy to scold him, leaning her head on his shoulder, breathing softly and delicately.
The moonlight outside was hazy, filtering through the windows and casting a faint light into the hall.