Yun Xiao was lost in thought, unable to fall asleep. A figure, graceful as an immortal, flashed in through the window. As light as a snowflake, or a wisp of willow down, with sleeves dancing and a subtle fragrance wafting, they entered.
Yun Xiao snapped back to reality. The moonlight clearly illuminated the newcomer. His robes, like flowing water, cascaded down. His tall frame walked through the dust motes of light, stopping by the bed.
His deep, dark pupils held a gaze of tender affection, overflowing with profound indulgence. His thin, sensual lips curved into a lazy, slight smile, exuding an indescribable elegance and charm.
"Is my Xiao'er waiting for me?"
His voice was deep and husky, as rich as aged wine, its aroma intoxicating.
Yun Xiao pouted. She wasn't waiting for him; she simply couldn't sleep.
Although she had secretly been thinking of him, she couldn't let him know. He'd probably just laugh at her.
However, her subtle actions escaped his notice. In his eyes bloomed lotuses reflected on a lake, captivating and radiant. He bent down, extended a large hand, and lifted Yun Xiao to sit down.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
"I can't sleep, and I don't want to talk. My heart feels a bit sore," Yun Xiao murmured, snuggling into his embrace. Listening to his heartbeat, her heart began to settle. It seemed only by his side, assured of his safety, could she finally breathe a sigh of relief, but these words couldn't be spoken.
"What's wrong? Who upset you?"
His voice turned chillingly cold, shifting instantaneously from tender indulgence to an arctic chill. Yun Xiao quickly reached up to embrace his neck.
"It's not anyone else's fault; it's me. Murong, who exactly are you? I know that all the recent events are connected to you. And Prince Shangguan tonight, he seems to be hiding some great secret, getting himself drunk instead of revealing it."
Murong's body stiffened. He tightened his arms around Yun Xiao. He knew that Xiao'er would eventually guess. She was intelligent and perceptive; a little thought would reveal the truth. But what she probably couldn't imagine was that the situation was far worse than she thought. Him?
Murong Chong recalled a scene from the Eastern Palace long ago.
That day, a secret message arrived from the capital: the Emperor was gravely ill, and he had to rush to the capital overnight. He bid farewell to his master and traveled day and night without rest, wearing out several horses, hoping to see his father before he died.
This was because his father was the most important person in his life. He loved him deeply, not just an ordinary father-son affection, but a profound love as deep as the sea.
But who would have imagined that a shocking conspiracy awaited him?
His most beautiful, eternally aloof, and divinely noble mother, the fairy-like empress, was waiting for him in the Eastern Palace. She personally brewed his favorite rock sugar and red bean soup, wearing a smile he had never seen before.
"Yao'er, you're back. Mother has finally waited for you to return."
He was filled with inexplicable joy. Mother, she was his idol. He dreamed of her making him food with her own hands. Thus, he drank the most cruel form of familial affection in his life: mother's poison.
That bowl of red bean soup sent him from heaven to hell. And his beautiful mother, her face contorted, spoke to him with iron resolve.
"You are merely the product of your father's rape of me. I detest you, hate you. Seeing you reminds me of my violation."
This was his high and mighty mother. As she killed her son, she also purged the Eastern Palace.
In the chaos, he struggled and fought his way out. Perhaps they all thought he was doomed, but he did not die. Perhaps his father's spirit protected him from beyond; he survived.
Murong Chong's body trembled uncontrollably. Every time he recalled that scene from the past, blood surged within him.
Yun Xiao immediately sensed it. Her pupils darkened sharply, knowing that Murong must have recalled something terrible. His embrace was so tight that she felt she could barely breathe.
But Yun Xiao disregarded herself. She quickly leaned in, kissed his lips, and spoke softly.
"Murong, don't think about it. Wake up, wake up."
The kiss was moist and sweet, carrying the unique fragrance of a maiden. Her soft little tongue was as agile as a snake.
It gently slid across his cold, icy lips, and her warm breath transmitted to them. Murong Chong shuddered, and his entire being sobered, his hazy pupils clearing.
He looked down at the little one kissing him with wide eyes, her face filled with anxiety and panic. His heart trembled, and he tightened his embrace even more.
Fortunately, he had her now. He sought no fame or fortune in this life, only her. This time, he took the initiative. Murong Chong held Yun Xiao and kissed her ardently and lingeringly, making Yun Xiao gasp for air. In the brief moment he paused to breathe, she quickly struggled free and covered her mouth. xxs壹贰
"Murong, enough. If you kiss me any longer, I won't be able to breathe."
In Murong Chong's deep, dark eyes, there was only her, her face as beautiful as a blooming flower.
"Xiao'er, will you stay by my side forever, never leaving, never abandoning?"
He suddenly leaned down, pressing close to her ear, and spoke softly and seductively, as light as the wind, yet carrying a depth of affection like the sea.
Yun Xiao's body stiffened. She hadn't expected Murong to say something like that at such a time.
Although her heart rejoiced, who could guarantee what the future held? Promises were the hardest things to keep in this world. So, if one had feelings, why make promises?
"Murong, now is not the time to talk about this. Are you all truly alright?"
Concern flickered in Yun Xiao's large eyes. Murong Chong's pupils dimmed momentarily, but it was just for an instant. No matter what, he would not allow Xiao'er to leave him.
"We're fine. I heard that Xiao'er saved that dog emperor last night."
He said this without anger; on the contrary, he was composed, as he had no intention of killing the emperor.
If he had wanted to kill him, it would have been an easy matter. He could have entered the imperial palace and killed that person.
But killing that person would place the military power in the hands of the Ye family. Given that woman's venomous nature, she might not pass the throne to Shangguan Lin; instead, she might pass it to a member of the Ye family.
In that case, the Qin Dynasty would likely fall into chaos. Therefore, he had to make his arrangements. The throne was something he must obtain. As for the emperor, he would make him wish he were dead.
Yun Xiao's eyebrows rose, her radiant eyes darkening slightly as she stared intently at Murong Chong.
She said nothing. It seemed her fears were coming true. Was Murong truly someone who pursued fame and fortune?
Seeing her expression, Murong Chong's chest tightened, and he held her tighter.
"Xiao'er, trust me. It's not like you think at all. Soon, I will tell you everything."
Yun Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she believed Murong. Intuitively, if he had said such a thing, he must have had unavoidable difficulties.
"Okay, I trust you."
Upon hearing her words, Murong Chong felt reassured. He rested his chin on Yun Xiao's head and said lazily, "Thank you, Xiao'er."
"Alright, it's getting late. I need to sleep."