Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 10, Chapter 1

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Part One: Volume Ten,

Chapter One: Between People of the Same Sex

As dawn approached, watching the sky already brightening, I slowly returned to the Earl's mansion: my heart was still troubled by what had just happened, as if I were in a dream.

Just moments ago, in the royal study of the palace, His Majesty the King secretly summoned me, and after a long chat about everyday matters, he seemed like an old man with no one to confide in, sighing and lamenting, almost weeping, expressing his bitterness at having no one to share his sorrows with.

Although His Majesty Leng Qiji's martial arts skills were only average, he was usually pampered and ate plenty of the best supplements, and paid great attention to his health; he didn't look old at all. I really didn't understand why he spoke to me like that.

However, what he said truly frightened me.

"I am a negligent father, always preoccupied with state affairs, neglecting my wife and daughters. Every time I think of the Empress, I feel a deep sense of guilt."

It is true that His Majesty is usually very busy and has neglected his wife and daughters, but this has little to do with state affairs. He is simply busy indulging in pleasure in the harem and conquering beauties from various countries. This is an inevitable problem for every man who gains power and influence; many royal families are like this, so one cannot blame him.

The Empress he speaks of is not the current Empress Rouan, but the deceased Empress Yaxiang, the mother of Yueying. It is said that Empress Yaxiang and His Majesty shared a deep and abiding love. When Empress Yaxiang passed away due to illness, His Majesty was deeply grieved, which is why he showered his eldest daughter, who resembled Empress Yaxiang, with favor and doting affection far exceeding that of his two daughters, Leng Linglan and Leng Xingmei.

"My eldest daughter, Yueying, has been very considerate since childhood. She interviews people on my behalf as a reference for governance. It's remarkable that she understands how to share my burdens at such a young age. Nephew John, you were close to her when you were young, so you must remember these things vividly."

To be honest, ever since Uncle Mao Yan'an, I feel a chill run down my spine whenever someone calls me "nephew" or "crown nephew," as if a poisonous snake has crawled on my body. But it's His Majesty the King who calls me that. Can I ask him to change his address?

Leng Qiji spoke with great relish, praising his daughter as rare in heaven and unparalleled on earth. As a father, these words were undoubtedly self-praise, but to my ears, I found these words praising Sister Yueying quite pleasing.

However, as he spoke, Leng Qiji's expression darkened again. He said that twelve years ago, the country faced a crisis, being at a disadvantage in both economic and diplomatic terms. It was a time of great peril, and the country desperately needed foreign aid. Unfortunately, none of the officials were able to break the deadlock. He was overwhelmed with work every day, yet he didn't know how to lead the country through this difficult time. Finally, Princess Yueying proposed a political marriage in exchange for aid from the Golden Flower Federation.

Ryan Buffett was overjoyed upon learning of this. He not only promised to do everything in his power to help Alibuda out of his predicament but also immediately sent envoys to propose marriage, bringing this stunningly beautiful princess back to the country in the shortest possible time.

"The nation's peril was saved because of the Princess, but over the years, whenever I think of Yueying's sacrifice for the country, I am filled with remorse. I cannot strengthen the nation, nor can I protect my daughter's happiness; what kind of king am I..."

Leng Qiji sighed deeply, his voice choked with emotion. It was hard to believe that someone his age was so sentimental. I, standing beside him, was completely stunned by what I was hearing.

Recalling twelve years ago, when I was six years old, Alibuda was indeed in dire straits. Several consecutive major disasters, coupled with political problems, plunged the country into chaos. Many issues that were not apparent during times of peace surfaced, and a storm seemed imminent. Later, with the great assistance of the Golden Flower Federation, we were able to weather the storm and stabilize the situation. Since then, the two countries have formed a brotherly alliance.

Thanks to the government's propaganda, I still remembered these events, but I never made any other connections. Hearing His Majesty's words, and calculating the timeline, I realized that the Golden Flower Federation only began providing aid to our country after Yueying's marriage. Although I already understood it was a political marriage, knowing this new detail made me very uncomfortable.

However, even so, if Yueying's marriage truly brought her happiness, then a political marriage was merely a formality. No matter how dissatisfied I was, I had no reason to disrupt Yueying's current happiness. But then, Leng Suji slammed his fist heavily on the table, further damaging my already fragile self-control.

"I thought that Yueying had been living happily in the Golden Flower Federation all these years, which somewhat lessened my guilt as a father. However, I only recently received news..."

I wondered where His Majesty's news came from. If it came from our military, then the exorbitant military expenditure was indeed well spent, because to be able to discover that the President of the Golden Flower Federation was a homosexual—such a major scandal—our intelligence agencies were far more capable than I knew.

Ryan Buffett, the powerful figure who has controlled the affairs of the Golden Flower Federation for twelve years, appears to be a dignified man, revered by the people as the "Lion of a Hundred Miles." However, in private, this lion king is a homosexual with absolutely no sexual interest in women.

His Majesty said that in the eleven years since their marriage, they have outwardly appeared to be a loving couple, but upon returning to the presidential residence, they sleep in separate rooms. Rhys has several secret male lovers, and every night, this president does not share a bed with the First Lady, but instead spends the entire night in ecstasy with his male lovers until dawn.

The shock of this news was like a bolt from the blue. It was unbelievable that such a great man would have such a sexual predilection. A question no less pervasive than the "chicken or the egg" dilemma arose in my mind: was he having sex with his male lovers, or were they having sex with him?

However, I quickly came to my senses from this unsolvable mystery. If Ryan Buffett has no interest in heterosexuality, this also means... His marriage to Sister Yueying was more than just a facade; it was a complete cover-up.

Personally, I don't have any particular fondness or dislike for people with unusual sexual preferences. While I wouldn't call myself magnanimous, I'm not one to condemn every non-heterosexual person. In today's world, in any country, if you pay close attention, you can hear about nobles keeping effeminate men and having homosexual tendencies; I'm used to it.

But regardless, Ryan Buffett shouldn't have used Sister Yueying to cover up his own sexual predilection, diverting the attention of his domestic voters at the expense of her happiness. This matter infuriates me more and more. I don't care which country's president he is; I just want to kill that lion.

Even if I'm dissatisfied with Ryan Buffett, Alibuda doesn't have the leverage to offend him. Exposing his scandal, while it might cause him to lose power, would also greatly offend the Golden Flower Federation, allowing the next president to retaliate based on public opinion, and Alibuda would immediately be in deep trouble. For the sake of national interests, Alibuda cannot take any action.

His Majesty said he had tried to persuade his daughter several times, but Yueying believed that only with the support of the Golden Flower Federation could Alibuda achieve peace and stability. Moreover, she was already a member of the Buffett family and had once held the position of First Lady. For the sake of the family's reputation, she could not take the step of divorce, lest it affect the relationship between the two countries.

Sister Yueying was determined to protect her homeland in this way, and it was impossible to persuade her otherwise. The ideal situation would be for Ryan Buffett to take the initiative to file for divorce, or... Ryan's sudden death would leave Yueying without any worries, and she would return to Alibuda without affecting the political situation of the two countries.

Thinking of this, I finally understood why I had been summoned here. An "uncle" who had never had any contact with me for more than ten years suddenly summoned me and told me so many top secrets. His intention to use me as a tool to kill was too obvious to be ignored.

Whatever needs to be done, this matter cannot be related to the royal family of Alibuda. Otherwise, if the truth comes out, the Plantagenet Federation's reaction will not only be economic sanctions, but also armed retaliation. In this situation, find an unlucky guy who has no connection with the royal family, and if anything goes wrong, push all the blame onto him as an explanation to the Plantagenet Federation.

I don't know if my face looks pathetic, but judging from His Majesty's eyes, he clearly sees me as that unfortunate fellow. His Majesty seems to have gotten carried away with talking, going on about how I was the person Sister Yueying loved most, and how even after she married into the Golden Finch Federation, she often inquired about my well-being in her letters. In other words, my relationship with her is deep, and if I were to persuade her, it would surely be twice as effective, making her willing to give up this marriage.

Seeing His Majesty's red and bitter eyes, he looked like a jealous father of a bride-to-be, but he couldn't directly ask me to find a way to get rid of that homosexual bastard who made his daughter heartbroken and tearful. Firstly, it was a serious matter, and secondly, he probably didn't think I had that kind of ability.

"In short, I authorize... no, I sincerely entrust you, by whatever means necessary, to persuade my daughter to stay in the country and not return to the Golden Flower Federation to suffer."

His words were very persuasive, except for the omission of the clause, "If you fail, you will bear all responsibility, and we will deny all ties with you." Moreover, he withdrew the word "authorize," replacing it with the vaguely defined "entrust," the meaning of which was unspeakable. Furthermore, he wanted me to keep it a secret, not to let Sister Yueying know about our efforts, otherwise, the stubborn girl would certainly not accept my advice.

As I left the palace, I sighed deeply. I hadn't expected that this peace talks involving all nations would be so fraught with hidden troubles. Not only were other countries making a series of small moves, but even Alibuda himself—I had just been given such a task—couldn't imagine how many more things would happen during the meeting.

It took me a while to recover my composure and think rationally, to finally calm down from that intense, almost explosive anger.

Whether for good or evil, decisions made in the heat of the moment are never beneficial—a lesson I learned the hard way.

The first thing to consider is whether the King's words are true or false. This is a dreaded question, because even if the King tells the truth, he might still receive incorrect information and give me the wrong facts, rendering the whole thing meaningless.

"Think about my usual character; would I lie to you?"

Such ambiguous statements have led to the deaths of countless heroes, so I never believe them. However, I can't demand evidence from His Majesty the King. Forget whether he'd be willing; he probably doesn't even have it.

The Golden Flower Federation's presidential security is incredibly tight, and Ryan himself is a highly skilled martial artist. It's difficult for anyone to get close, let alone obtain evidence of his secret affairs with male lovers.

I've thought it over and over, but I still can't make up my mind. However, on second thought, it's also because His Majesty the King's methods are too poor. If he hadn't simply given me orders, displaying an arrogant "you'll be wiped out after this" attitude, but instead directly offered me bribes, I might have agreed.

Humans are inherently driven by self-interest. No matter how lofty the goal, if I'm told from the outset there's no benefit to be gained, I'll naturally feel a strong aversion. But if lured with profit, even knowing they'll abandon me afterward, my heart will still pound. Your Majesty is certainly not shrewd or clever enough in this regard.

What will you use to tempt me? This is truly intriguing. Gold, silver, treasures, high office—I'm certainly eager for those. But to gamble with my life, I'll politely decline. As for offering beautiful women, they hold no appeal until I've grown tired of the women around me. But what if…

“If you rescue Princess Yueying, I'll arrange for her to marry you, hero.”

Hearing these hypothetical words, my breath caught in my throat, my body burned, and I stopped in my tracks, astonished by my own shock.

Although such a possibility is unlikely, if Your Majesty uses Sister Yueying as bait, even knowing the risks, I'd probably still bite the hand that feeds me. The mere thought of being with Sister Yueying was enough to set my body ablaze with desire; the allure was far greater than I had imagined.

A slight pang of guilt flashed through my mind, like a reproach for harboring inappropriate thoughts about Yueying.

However, this thought was fleeting and quickly suppressed. I am, after all, a man with strong desires, and pure friendship cannot exist between me and a beautiful woman. No matter how things develop, it will ultimately become a binary of "wanting to sleep with her" and "not wanting to sleep with her."

When I reunited with Sister Yueying before, out of old affection and reverence, I never entertained any impure thoughts. Her marital status also kept me from even considering such matters. But now the situation is different. With a seemingly legitimate and righteous reason placed before me, the desires buried deep within me found an outlet, stirring restlessly. Although I kept my promise to the king conservative, the decision to make was made almost without hesitation.

And so the problem arose: when things entered the practical stage, I suddenly realized that I was fighting alone, without even anyone to consult.

I've always been used to fighting alone, so why am I feeling so uneasy now, wanting to talk to someone? Having a companion makes all the difference; Ah Xue's appearance has truly changed me.

Thinking of Ah Xue, I looked up at the approaching dawn and quickened my pace, wanting to return to the Earl's mansion to see her first. At times like this, her beautiful and serene sleeping face has a calming effect.

Entering the Earl's mansion, I was still thinking about not being discovered when I saw a man sitting brazenly in the open space of the front yard, carrying a heavy sword on his back, his hands clasped together, as if deep in thought.

"Uncle? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that it's best if we don't meet before things are over?"

I was surprised. How could the usually cunning Mao Yan'an have made such a mistake? If his current false identity were exposed, it would be good for both of us, but when he heard my call, he only shook his hand and didn't answer, looking preoccupied. Even his black sunglasses seemed particularly melancholy.

I asked him a few questions, but Mao Yan'an didn't answer. Seeing him acting so cool, I knew saying anything wouldn't be appropriate. Then I thought, if I asked him indirectly, this learned but unruly man might be a good person to consult.

"Hey, Uncle, I have something to discuss with you. It's very confidential, so I can't be too explicit. Please bear with me..."

"Nephew, it's terrible! Uncle has a secret to tell you. This matter is... truly extraordinary!"

To be fair, Mao Yan'an was a very calm person, but seeing him frantically looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then tugging at my sleeve and whispering, I was also curious about what the secret could be. But what he said shocked me and made me laugh.

"Uncle will tell you quietly, this is very confidential, you absolutely can't let anyone know. You know? President Ryan... he was gay." "

Gay" is a vulgar term for same-sex lovers, a very impolite way of addressing someone. Mao Yan'an, usually a refined speaker, was clearly shocked...or perhaps traumatized, by using such a vulgar term as "gay."

Listening to Mao Yan'an's account, I learned that these past few days, he had been protecting Sister Yueying with me during the day, and in the evenings... numerous nobles and high-ranking officials had come to seek him out, offering him banquets incessantly. Although he declined all the banquets to maintain his aloof image, he still couldn't refuse the visits, especially those from President Ryan of the Golden Sparrow Federation.

Initially, nothing seemed amiss, but after a few visits, Mao Yan'an's keen artistic intuition made him realize something was wrong. Ryan's eyes, voice, and movements all exuded a strange feeling, especially during the occasional handshake or pat on the shoulder. These odd sensations were particularly pronounced, and comparing them to some rumors he had heard before, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

What's even more heartbreaking is that, even though she knew something was wrong, she was trying to maintain a cool and aloof image, so even though she was inwardly groaning, she couldn't show any expression on her face. She endured this for two days, and finally couldn't take it anymore, so she came to me to complain.

“Which powerful man isn’t lustful? So I felt something was wrong from the start. Everyone knows that the most beautiful woman in Alibuda is Leng Linglan. He came all this way to visit, but didn’t specify that Leng Linglan should accompany him.

Instead, he specifically asked to see me… Sigh, just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy. I’ve walked right into the tiger’s den. I’m afraid I might lose my chastity at any moment in the next few days.” Mao Yan’an sighed deeply. His usual charm was gone, and he even put his arm around my shoulder, saying, “I’m a man in my fifties. What haven’t I seen? Sacrifice is nothing, but for such a beautiful woman like Lady Yueying to fall into the mouth of this lion with a limp ass, being a widow is a small matter. She might be tortured every night. It’s heartbreaking to think about. You and she are so close. Are

n’t you even a little bit unmoved?” My emotions, which had only just calmed down, were stirred up again by Mao Yan’an’s words. My chest heaved, but I remained expressionless. She didn't mention the secret she had just wanted to discuss with him anymore, but instead exclaimed indignantly, "Damn it! I never imagined that Buffett was such a beast in human form, an outrage against heaven and earth! For Sister Yueying's lifelong happiness, we must deal with this man-headed, woman-butt guy and save her from this misery!"

With just a casual remark, "I" became "we," loudly declaring that this was often a good opportunity to rally allies. Although Mao Yan'an was an untrustworthy ally, he did possess above-average intelligence and resourcefulness. Having more people to discuss important matters was exactly what I needed.

"Alright, let's form an alliance and never let the beautiful princess continue to be poisoned by this perverted lion."

Mao Yan'an said righteously and enthusiastically, but immediately lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "But let me make this clear: after I help you get Madam Yueying, you have to let me draw her portrait up close."

These words made my heart skip a beat, and a strong sense of disgust suddenly rose within me. I pushed him away and said, "Hey, Uncle, you've got it wrong. I'm trying to rescue Sister Yueying, not because I have any selfish motives, like wanting to..."

"Hey! A young man who indulges in lewdness is a wasted youth. We're all men, and not like Warren Buffett. It's perfectly normal for you to be attracted to a beauty like Madam Yueying. Why deny it? You're my nephew. As the saying goes, good things shouldn't go to outsiders. It's better for you than for someone else."

Mao Yan'an stroked his beard and smiled confidently. It seemed that no matter how I explained, he wouldn't believe me, and besides, even I didn't believe it myself. Without further ado, we high-fived and vowed to rescue Yueying… and then have her come to me.

“Nephew, since it’s the same thing, shouldn’t we change ‘come to me’ to ‘under my crotch’?”

“You…you’re asking for trouble? This is something we can just talk about, why did you have to write it down? If anyone finds out, we’re both dead.”

“Oh, I just thought that for something so important, words are meaningless. Let’s make a legally binding covenant, with both of us signing and fingerprinting it. If we forget any details later, we can refer to it and remind each other. Don’t you think that’s more thorough?”

“Burn it, or I’ll burn you!”

Leaving aside these extraneous details, Mao Yan’an and I quickly got to the point.

Ninety percent of the people on Earth know that President Ryan of the Golden Flower Federation and First Lady Yueying are a deeply devoted couple, inseparable, a rare example of affection. If even half of those descriptions are true, then shaking their relationship in a short time would be incredibly difficult. However, things are clearly not like that now.

We are facing a resentful woman who has never received her husband's love and has been confined to her chambers for a long time. Her heart is practically defenseless. As long as we address her symptoms and use the right methods, I believe we will succeed in no time.

"In particular, we have a secret weapon, which is your relationship with Madam Yueying. If it were any other man, even if he had the advantage of being close to her, he might not be able to win her heart. But she and you have a childhood friendship, and she has no defenses against you. This is your weapon, my dear nephew."

"Yes, I have considered it. Based on my past experience, a woman's maternal instinct is an inescapable biological weakness. It is easy for her to fall in love out of pity, and then lose herself because of love."

"Yes, that's it. Actually, you are an expert in this yourself. Why do I need to remind you?

In short, just act according to the situation, seize the opportunity, and don't let the mistake go unpunished. You might even get a mysterious gift." "What mysterious gift?"

"What gift?" "Of course it's soup, the fresh, hot, and delicious Yueying First-Taste Soup! If Baili Xiongshi spends all his time being gay and doesn't sleep with women, then Madam Yueying isn't a madam, she's a Yueying beauty. My dear nephew, you have a great chance to be the first man to sleep with Yueying. Doesn't that make your heart flutter?"

In the industry jargon, "soup" means sex, that is, doing what you love; "first-taste soup" means the very first sip of soup, in other words, a virgin. These terms are said to come from the Southern Barbarians, part of the language of the strong, but when exactly they became popular in the human world is unknown.

Hearing Mao Yan'an say this, Zhao's heart did stir, but what followed was a strong sense of disgust. Without thinking, he pushed him away, silencing the wicked middle-aged man.

Why was he displeased? There was no need to think about those details. The most important thing right now was to join forces with the uncle who was full of bad ideas and carry out our absurd plan.

Doing anything... Success hinges on three factors: timing, location, and people. My receiving His Majesty's secret order constitutes timing; my position as a bodyguard for the First Lady represents location; and the trust of Sister Yueying is the key to people. Being in a privileged position is certainly advantageous, but this sudden shift in my mindset is something I'm still finding hard to adjust to. Despite not sleeping all night, under the blazing sun, I felt incredibly excited, wishing I had worn sunglasses to conceal my eyes, which were brimming with unhealthy desires.

Because of the beautiful weather, our orders were that First Lady Yueying wished to go hiking, and we would accompany her. For safety reasons, naturally… It was impossible to actually take Yueying hiking; we could only escort her to a scenic spot within the city—a burial ground with a perpetually spring-like climate, named in memory of a distinguished mage, Jichu Hill.

Although the site was ordinary, Yueying was eager to revisit it. While still dressed in her usual simple attire, she had deliberately dressed up. When she appeared before us, her breathtaking beauty captivated everyone nearby.

Her sun-kissed, radiant golden hair was simply draped over her shoulders; her tight-fitting, phoenix-embroidered short jacket, in a vibrant red, exuded a blossoming passion, but the white silk gauze overlay gave her a mysterious and dignified air.

For ease of movement during the hike, the white silk... The thin blouse was indeed very thin; while not as thin as a cicada's wing, it was still quite impressive. A matching vest was adorned with colorful seashells, shimmering and elegant. Her firm, shapely breasts pushed the gold tassels hanging from the vest to one side, making her dazzlingly beautiful bosom appear even more firm and alluring. A

delicate ribbon revealed her slender waist beneath the silk skirt, so thin it seemed fragile, like a willow swaying in the wind, easily broken. Through the white gauze skirt, the curves of her jade-like legs were both clear and hazy, alluring and unsettling, stirring a burning desire within. Yet, the clear, soft light in her bright eyes and the gentle, spring-like smile on her face prevented any hint of impropriety.

"Mr. Oren, General John, may we depart?"

We stood there dumbfounded until her soft voice rang out, snapping us out of our daze. I strode forward and explained our itinerary for the day. "

Alright, I have no particular objections and don't want to cause any more trouble. I'll leave today to you all again,"

Yueying said with a smile, bowing slightly to us. Then, she suddenly glanced at me with an unusual look of suspicion in her eyes, as if she had noticed something amiss.

Given her usual keen insight and understanding of me, had she noticed something amiss? In my nervousness, my right hand, which I had politely extended to offer my hand, unconsciously pressed too hard, brushing against her soft skin.

"Ah?"

Yueying exclaimed, like a startled rabbit, quickly withdrawing her slender hand. Her gaze towards me held a more inexplicable expression.

I think both of us knew that from this moment on, something between us… was about to change.

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