Human nature is base

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"Human nature is inherently base," Fan Luo thought this statement made a lot of sense.
Being a slave was lowly enough, but as if to make matters worse, his master treated him like a woman, manipulating him as if he weren't. Only he knew the feeling. Because of his shameful identity,
even a glance from someone else would send Fan Luo into a panic, terrified that they would guess what he had done in his master's room at night.
But his master had been spoiled rotten since childhood, and nothing could be disobeyed. Last time, just because he had casually mentioned Yingying, his master had kicked him so hard he fell off the bed and kowtowed four or five times. Only then was he dragged back to bed, leaving him with a sore back that he couldn't straighten up that night.
The seemingly refined and gentle young master was incredibly unrestrained and ruthless in bed. He only allowed Fanluo to manipulate him with those daring and hateful positions, and even installed a crossbeam on the ceiling. When aroused, he would tie Fanluo's hands and play with him as he pleased. Once, for some unknown reason, the young master even tied his legs and stuffed various things into his private parts.
Fanluo could never resist, yet he was always driven to desperation by the young master's torment.
After all, he was the one who had raised this young master!
When he was little, he was both a mother and a father to Fanluo. When he grew older, he took the young master everywhere. Back then, the young master could be easily carried on Fanluo's shoulder. When there were street performers, Fanluo would take the young master out to watch. Being a child, Fanluo would happily hold the young master in his arms, and the kitten-like young master would bury his head in Fanluo's shoulder and rub against her.
Thinking of this, Fan Luo couldn't help but sigh again. He had just turned over when a hand reached out from behind, directly to his chest, pinching and fiddling with his nipples while uttering shameless and lewd words.
Fan Luo closed his eyes and ears, pretending not to see or hear, enduring his master's play.
The master, however, grew increasingly excited, climbing on top of Fan Luo, turning his face towards him, and spraying a string of lewd words onto Fan Luo's face.
"Spread your legs and let me in, I'm dying to get in."
Fanluo was already extremely tired and had no energy to deal with him anymore, so he could only say, "I'm not feeling well, I think I need to relieve myself."
His words made the germaphobic young master frown, muttering, "You didn't even clean yourself up beforehand, what a spoilsport."
Afraid that he would get into trouble if he got angry, Fanluo quickly turned around and touched the young master's body with his hand, saying softly, "Okay, okay, I know, go to sleep early! We have things to do tomorrow."
"What things to do?" The young master grasped Fanluo's outstretched hand and couldn't help but rub it on his jade stem.
Fanluo was used to this kind of work. She'd been doing it for five years since her master was thirteen and had just learned about human affairs. Back then, she did it for him for two reasons: firstly, she herself hadn't learned etiquette, was illiterate, and had been neglected since childhood, so she didn't understand social etiquette; secondly, she saw her master was developing a temper, and she played with him like a cat, knowing that this was something only men and women should do, and two men wouldn't be appropriate. But she figured they were the only ones in the place, and there were no other women, so she had a lot of fun, taking turns touching him. However, when her master was fourteen, he saw a dog in heat on the street, and his attitude changed. He insisted on experiencing real human relations, and after climbing on Fanluo, he became attached to her, using her only as a woman.
Later, the young master rose rapidly through the ranks, becoming the master of Fengyun Pavilion, in charge of six major cities, and inheriting the position of a regional overlord. He was surrounded by all kinds of women, but the young master, who was afraid of being framed, became reluctant to let anyone get close to him. It was his servant Fanluo who provided him with the means to release his pent-up desires.
Fan Luo could only lower his head, his mind clouded, listening to his master calling his name in lewd and obscene voices. Fan Luo couldn't stand such sounds; each call felt like a punch to his heart. Yet, his master treated him well in every way except for this chore, which he absolutely couldn't escape. Fortunately, his master now had someone in his heart—Ying Ying, a beautiful and charming girl. Unfortunately, Ying Ying was from the proud and aloof Snow Clan, and as the daughter of the Snow Clan's chieftain, her pride and aloofness were further amplified. Although his master was one of the Three Kings of Heaven, he couldn't use his power to oppress someone's daughter, especially since he genuinely loved her and couldn't bear to hurt her.
Fan Luo only wanted his master to marry this girl quickly so he could suffer less. ** Fan Luo was human, the lowest of the low in Heaven. His master, Yang Feng, was from the Wind Clan, and there were other minor clans like the Fire Clan and the Water Clan.
** According to the rules, the young master was not allowed to inherit the throne. He was the son of a disgraced concubine, sent to the Northern Cold Lands at birth and punished with eternal damnation, forbidden from entering the Heavenly Court. However, the Feng Clan, originally known for its long lifespans, suffered three short-lived deaths in succession; the young master's three older brothers either died in battle or from illness, leaving only the youngest, Yang Feng. Yang Feng was an exceptionally intelligent child. He was remarkably clever as a child, able to remember things after only one observation. When taken to see acrobatics, he could explain the intricacies of each magic trick, so much so that the acrobats would always check for the sharp-eyed child. His childhood was marked by poverty, yet Fan Luo was very happy. Although he was a lowly human, he was ultimately free from constraints. But things changed after he joined the Feng Yun Clan. Many people refused to use anything he had touched, and Fan Luo finally understood what it meant to be a lowly person. Fanluo couldn't tell his young master about these things, fearing it would cause trouble. But later, he overheard his young master telling others, "I know Fanluo is a lowly person, but I'm used to it. As long as he doesn't break our rules, it's fine." That "our" made Fanluo forget everything. He simply shut his mouth, tightened his heart, and followed his young master with a smile. When someone pointed and said, "This is someone the Lord brought back; he's a lowly person," Fanluo just smiled at them, seemingly not hearing. But then a louder voice rang out from behind: "Just because of that childhood favor, he thinks he's someone important!" The Heavenly Court valued bloodlines highly, even in daily audiences, there was a hierarchy. Fengyun Pavilion was the center of the palace, home to Yang Feng; even someone of average status was rare there, let alone a lowly person like him. Fanluo simply pretended to be deaf, ignoring everything, and people looked down on him even more. Fortunately, his young master still remembered him and always kept him by his side, even though it was all unspeakable stuff. But Fanluo thought it was still better than his fellow slaves who were sold and resold. He'd heard that a middleman had five or six lowly servants, and somehow one of them accidentally touched the master's cooking pot. In a fit of rage, the middleman burned even a six-year-old child among them to death. When the news spread, the upper-class people casually remarked, "Why burn them? It's polluting the sky! No wonder you've been looking so gloomy these past few days. Next time, just bury them in the wild." Fanluo's heart tightened, and he covered his ears, pretending he wasn't a lowly servant. But that day, it was raining, and Fanluo was sitting in the courtyard with Yang Feng watching the rain. He couldn't help but save the life of a little lowly servant. The child's face was covered in blood; it seemed the child had reached out to touch Yang Feng's beautiful mount. This was a momentous matter, something that shouldn't have been shown to the young master. However, the guard on duty that day, eager for credit, brought it directly, ruining Yang Feng's sightseeing. Not only did he not receive a reward, but he was also whipped. The child, however, was taken by Fanluo, who said he wanted some help, but feared using others would break the rules, preferring commoners. Yang Feng waved his hand. Fanluo thought she had done a good deed, never expecting to attract such a troublemaker. The child stared wide-eyed and refused to eat anything. Fanluo comforted him, saying, "Even if you die, no one will cry for you."

The child looked at Fanluo and immediately softened, only sobbing a few times; after all, he was just a child.
Fanluo couldn't help but murmur, "Who would cry for people like us?" She smiled and handed the child the remaining pastries Yang Feng had left.
They were rare delicacies, and although they were a little dry from the wind, the child ate them one by one, even licking his fingers reluctantly afterward. Fanluo took a liking to the child and gave him water to wash his face.
Seeing his clean, thin face, Fanluo said, "From now on, you'll follow me, and I'll make sure you're well-fed."
The child looked at Fanluo and felt his fingers, which had been cold for a long time, suddenly warm up slightly.
Fanluo
then led the child around, and after a while, she forgot that there was a young master waiting for him. When the steward found Fanluo, she was holding the child's hand and asking him his name.
The child just shook his head, so Fanluo smiled and said, "Then I'll give you a name! My name is Fanluo, and yours is... Fuchen."
The child nodded, and Fanluo thought his name was brilliant. He followed the steward to the young master's room, poured water, tested the temperature with his hand, and then brought it to the young master's feet, washing his jade-like feet, separating each toe to wash. The young master was extremely clean, so after Fanluo finished washing, he took three clean towels and wiped the young master's feet repeatedly.
Only after wiping them clean did he move the young master's feet onto the bed. The clean bedding was already laid out, and only Fanluo and his master were in the room.
The master had instructed that only Fanluo was allowed in his room, and no one else was permitted.
Fanluo then filled the water with water, took off his clothes, and went to a small side room to wash himself. As he washed, he thought about the child from earlier, those dark eyes staring at him, smiling only at him. Fanluo couldn't help but smile.
In the entire palace, no one had ever been close to him, only this child had dared to hold his hand. For the first time, Fanluo felt he had a stranger to talk to.
He went out naked, where his master had already arranged his things.
Fanluo was startled, but gritted his teeth and went over. A bronze mirror was inlaid at the head of the bed; the young master loved seeing Fanluo's sweaty, yet restrained face reflected in it.
The rope was wrapped tightly around Fanluo's wrists, leaving only marks. The master opened his mouth and bit down on Fanluo's breast, gently rubbing it.
Fanluo couldn't help but cry out.
The master looked up, completely captivated, and opened his mouth.
Fanluo lowered his head.
His mouth was filled with Fanluo's, nibbling and rubbing, his tongue licking silver, saliva flowing. He wanted nothing more than to meld the person in his arms into his flesh, to ignite a fire within him, and to devour him whole.
The master's ways of playing were always the same few, and Fanluo had a pretty good idea of them. He simply went along with his master's whims, unlike before when he would hold back his cries. Now, he could cry or scream as he pleased, without any such concerns. After all, this place was big enough that it probably wouldn't get out.
The
next day, Fanluo got up just as dawn broke.
He busied himself fetching water, folding his clothes, and getting dressed.
He brought water for his master to wash his face and then took a towel to wipe him.
He adjusted the belt and picked up the hairpin.
As Fanluo raised her arm to put on her clothes, her master suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, pinching her cheek. "What are you laughing at? Tell me."
Fanluo, while helping him put on his clothes, said, "The person I took in yesterday, I gave him a name."
"Oh?" Her master looked up at Fanluo. Her cheek was still red from the pinch, looking as if she had been powdered. She couldn't resist leaning in and kissing him. After that first kiss, she wanted a second, kissing him several times. Finally, unable to resist, she reached down and pulled down her pants, revealing only her genitals.
Fanluo froze for a moment, then quickly lowered her head.
Her master slapped her, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her down, thrusting into her.
Fanluo was in pain from the thrust, gritting her teeth and gripping the edge of the bed, gasping for breath.
Every movement of his master caused him pain. When the master was still, his master's hands would grope his body. He could clearly see his master's face as he looked up, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Spare me! Spare me!"
"If I spare you, what should I do?" his master chuckled, his long, narrow eyes revealing boundless lust. His blood-red lips captured Fan Luo's mouth, savoring it deeply. He uttered lewd words.
Fan Luo was furious. He knew that even saying those words to a woman was extremely disrespectful.
But his master was his master. Even if he said a few words, with that tight grip, what did it matter?
Fan Luo gasped for breath and buried his head in the pillow.
The master lifted his waist, cursing, "You old vixen."
Fan Luo laughed instead of getting angry, "Am I old?"
The master climbed on top of him. The Feng clan were known for their coldness, but their lovemaking was different. Fan Luo knew his master's prowess and always tried to avoid him, but his master was addicted and never restrained himself.
"What do you think!" The master's fingers kneaded his manhood, and he whispered in his ear, "It's getting a little loose!"
**
Fu Chen was a clever child.
Fan Luo took Fu Chen to see his own place. The child's eyes widened, speechless with surprise.
This Fengyun Pavilion was an extremely luxurious place, but even so, it couldn't compare to Fan Luo's small world. Surrounded by green willows and dotted with fragrant grass, Fan Luo watered the plants and pointed to the tender shoots on the ground, saying, "These are astringent melons I grew. Although they don't taste good, they're very good for your health. When they ripen, I'll cook them for you."
Fu Chen nodded. He had seen many people, but he had never seen anyone like Fan Luo before. She wasn't tall, always had a smiling face, was a bit dark and thin, and her eyes weren't particularly bright, but they were exceptionally gentle, like a woman yet not quite. Fu Chen didn't understand why he suddenly felt that Fan Luo was like a woman. He felt that such a thought was unfair to Fan Luo, but Fan Luo was indeed gentler than a woman.
Her voice was soft, without any inflection, and her face was always smiling. She looked over with her squinting eyes and took her hand to wipe the dirt off his face.
"You'll stay here from now on," Fan Luo said as she opened the door to the small house in the garden.
A dark shadow darted out of the house, and Fan Luo hurriedly called out, "Hei Zi!"
The shadow stopped; it was a common black dog. Fu Chen was used to seeing this kind of dog, and he hadn't expected that such a creature would be kept behind the deep Fengyun Pavilion. Fan Luo
walked over, bent down, and stroked the black dog's head. "Good boy, don't run around, or I won't be able to protect you."
Fu Chen looked at Fan Luo strangely; how could he, at such a young age, understand Fan Luo's thoughts?
Fanluo raised this dog from a puppy. Back then, life was hard in the northern lands, and they were often bullied by local thugs. Yang Feng, with his ethereal appearance, was constantly targeted by these troublemakers who would provoke them with inappropriate remarks. So
Fanluo got a dog, but the dog ate a lot, and Fanluo couldn't afford to feed it properly, so it was often left hungry. That's why Heizi (the dog) is still not strong; it's probably because its constitution wasn't properly developed back then.
Fanluo herself didn't grow tall because of that, while Yang Feng grew tall and strong, though he had fallen from a tree once and had several scars on his back, which were later removed with precious medicinal herbs from Fengyun Pavilion.
As Fanluo was thinking, Fuchen had already entered the room and looked around.
All the furniture was covered in a layer of dust, and Fuchen took a cloth from the table to wipe it.
Fanluo stood at the doorway, watching.
There was only one quilt and one pillow on the bed. Yang Feng liked to rest his head in his arms, his hand holding Fanluo's.
For a moment, Fanluo was a little dazed, but he quickly snapped back to reality. Yang Feng had grown up! Fanluo smiled and went over to help clean.
Fragrant grasses and lush greenery, petals fluttering in the air. It was another month of falling moons and blooming flowers.
The Feng tribe celebrated this time as a festival, thus establishing a centuries-old tradition of holding a banquet every time the moon sets and the flowers bloom. But no banquet could compare to the Wind Chasing Banquet hosted by Yang Feng.
Fanluo would hide as far away as possible during this time; the affairs of the Feng tribe were none of his concern. At the gatherings of the upper class, they were most wary of lowly people like Fanluo; anything he touched would be thrown away, and he would often be met with disdain.
Fanluo hid in the garden watching Fuchen play with the shuttlecocks, ones Yang Feng had made for him when he was a child. Yang Feng loved playing with the shuttlecock he'd made for him. He'd often get so engrossed in playing that he'd forget the time, and he'd have to be called to eat. Yang Feng was always unruly at mealtimes and extremely picky about food, and now he was even more so. It was all because he'd been spoiled rotten as a child. Looking at Fu Chen, Fan Luo couldn't help but think of Yang Feng when he was little. Back then, Yang Feng was such a clingy child, always inseparable from him, and sometimes Fan Luo would get annoyed with him.
Fu Chen kicked the shuttlecock a few times, then turned and smiled. Fu Chen had recently learned to smile. He also liked looking into Fan Luo's eyes; he felt Fan Luo had eyes that could speak. Although they weren't beautiful, when those eyes looked at him, Fu Chen felt a warmth spread through him .
"Fan Luo… Brother," Fu Chen called softly, "Want to play together?"
Fan Luo smiled. This child had already learned to smile. He patted Fu Chen's head, about to say something, when he heard footsteps. He froze, completely familiar with those footsteps.
Turning around, Fan Luo was speechless with shock.
The man was still dressed in black.
Fan Luo blinked, then froze for a moment.
The man walked up to him, bowed his head, and said, "Fan Luo, I'm early."
After a long pause, Fan Luo shook his head and murmured, "No, Xiang Tian, you came just in time."
No, not just in time. This guy had made him wait a full 136 days…
When
they first came from the Northern Cold Lands, both the young master and he spoke with a thick northern accent, which even the lowest-ranking servants in the palace mocked.
Fan Luo carefully protected the young master, but gradually he noticed that the young master no longer held his hand.
Fan Luo still didn't understand; he just assumed the young master was afraid. So
he would hold the young master and comfort him in the middle of the night.
"It's alright, you have me!"
The young master's eyes gleamed coldly in the moonlight, piercing Fan Luo's heart. The young master pursed his lips, a sight that chilled Fan Luo to the bone.
Just as Fan Luo was about to push the young master away, the young master pulled him back.
"Fanluo," the young master whispered, "I can't get too close to you during the day, people will talk."
Fanluo smiled, "It's alright."
The young master happily hugged Fanluo, saying, "You're so good. "
The next day, Fanluo stayed in the room to pack his things. When the young master tried to call him out, he only said, "Someone will be watching."
The young master didn't plead anymore.
The tighter the hug was at night, the farther the young master kept from him during the day.
Fanluo thought, this is hardly the child she raised herself.
It was then that she noticed a dark-skinned little guard at the door, always secretly peeking into the room. Fanluo was a little curious, so she went outside and asked him.
"What are you looking at?"
The guard was startled and hurriedly said, "I wasn't looking."
"You weren't looking but you're peeking?" Fanluo couldn't help but say.
The man finally raised his eyes and said, "Is there really a gemstone set in that table?"
Fanluo smiled, "No, it just looks like there is. You'll know if you come in and take a look."
The man was terrified, "I'm an outsider, I can't come in."
Fanluo then pulled the man away.
The man's hand trembled as he broke free.
Fanluo suddenly remembered that she was a lowly commoner, and even touching him would defile her. She turned away dejectedly, but the man behind her entered.
"Don't tell anyone," the man said, rushing to the table and touching it a few times, quite pleased. He told Fanluo, "When I get home, I can say I touched the King's table."
Fanluo was amused by his simple-mindedness and invited him inside to sample the tea Yang Feng had drunk. Although it was leftover from the previous night, the man still enjoyed it immensely.
"This is called Green Luo. I heard it's picked from the highest snow mountain in Heaven, buried for ten years in the purest place, alongside various precious flowers, and then dug up. It's just a small jar," Fanluo couldn't help but tell the little black man about the tea's origin.
The man was so surprised he couldn't speak. He asked cautiously, "Do you drink this kind of tea every day too?"
Fanluo pursed his lips. "How could I? I only pour it for my master. If there's any left, I can't resist taking a couple of sips if there's none around. Then I close my mouth, and the aroma lingers all day!"
The man looked at Fanluo with envy. "Your job is much better than mine. It's cold in winter and hot in summer here, and I can't even drink a drop of water."
Seeing how naturally and freely he spoke to the man, without any regard for his lowly status, Fanluo felt a growing sense of closeness to the little black man. In this vast place, only his master spoke to him, and even then, it was still a master and a servant. Now, he felt a bit like a friend to this man.
Fanlu couldn't help but say, "If you like, I'll always hide some leftovers for you... I'll put a tea leaf on the third step behind the palace, then you can come and drink it."
The man said gratefully, "Thank you so much, I'm just a talkative person. By the way, my name is Xiang Tian. My father wants me to be a great general, but I'm really slow-witted. I just want to be a guard for a few years, earn some money, and go back to my hometown to get married."
Fanlu just listened to him.
The man was also a chatterbox; once he started, he wouldn't stop, talking about his own family and climbing trees as a child, making Fanlu laugh heartily.
Fanlu hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Xiang Tian had also not spoken so freely since entering the palace.
The two of them slowly seemed to know what the other was going to say next. Xiang Tian was slow-witted and clumsy, and usually had to repeat himself two or three times before others could understand, but Fanlu was quick-witted and listened carefully to everything he said. Fanluo was a quiet person, while Xiangtian was straightforward and said whatever came to mind, asking Fanluo directly if he had something to say, which made Fanluo more talkative.
Fanluo
looked at the person before her; so many years had passed in the blink of an eye. He was still dark-skinned, but had grown much taller. He used to be shorter than her, and she would always secretly slip him food. Now he was a head taller than her.
"
How are things in the Northwest?" Fanluo pulled Xiangtian into the house, busily finding him something to eat. She finally found two pieces of pastry that Yang Feng hadn't touched yesterday, poured some water, and placed them on the table. Xiangtian
didn't touch the food, just stared at Fanluo.
Fanluo smiled and asked, "Why are you staring at me? Eat up, you must be starving!"
"I've eaten," Xiang Tian said, still as honest and simple as ever, but much more composed.
Fan Luo was overjoyed; she had dreamt of Xiang Tian for so many days. She always vaguely saw the boy's shadow, always clinging to her arm, always laughing happily when he got food.
Fan Luo would always secretly steal the leftovers from Yang Feng and hide them for him. Later, that boy grew up, joined the Imperial Guard, then went to the war camp, and now he'd returned.
"This time I've returned to the palace. I asked to come back, I..." Xiang Tian said, glancing at Fan Luo, "My family found me a wife, but I didn't want her, so I used this as a shield."
Fan Luo nodded without speaking.
A breeze blew in from outside, rippling the water in her cup.
Fan Luo stared at the cup. Fu
Chen, outside the door, peered curiously. Why was that tall, thin man so strange? Fan Luo had never shown this expression to anyone before. Although her head was down, Fu Chen felt that Fan Luo must be very happy.
This happiness was different from the happiness before.
Fu Chen strained his ears to listen, but couldn't hear anything.
The two remained silent for a long time. Before, they would always have endless things to say when they sat together. Now
, however, they couldn't think of anything to say. They were full of things to say, but didn't know how to begin, afraid that opening their mouths would lead to something inappropriate. The sky gradually darkened, and Fanluo glanced at it. Xiangtian quickly stood up. "I have to go back to the camp. We're not allowed to stay overnight in the palace. I only got here because of the friendships I had with my brothers before, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get in. But in the future..." Fanluo stopped him from finishing his sentence. Their fingers touched. Xiangtian froze, his round eyes slowly narrowing. His mouth hung open. ** Back then, the two had just become acquainted, meeting over leftover tea leaves and pastries that Yang Feng didn't like. Xiangtian would tell Fanluo about things outside, bring her things from outside, and Fanluo would give Xiangtian all sorts of new and interesting things. Their interactions were like those of brothers who hadn't seen each other for years. However, Fanluo was an overly gentle person, seemingly without temper. But Xiangtian knew that Fanluo also had a stubborn temper, though she rarely showed it. Once, Xiang Tian brought Fan Luo a book on bedroom arts. "What's this?" Fan Luo asked, a hint of doubt in his eyes as if he'd figured it out. "This is for you. Every man should read it." Xiang Tian had one himself and figured Fan Luo, who didn't have a woman by his side, would probably like it too. But Fan Luo immediately frowned and snapped, "You filthy thing! How dare you say such indecent things in the palace!" She threw the book down and turned to leave. Xiang Tian knew Fan Luo shouldn't talk about such things. He had no idea of the bitterness in Fan Luo's heart. He was being used like a woman by his master; how could he possibly read such a book? Every page reminded him of being a woman. He only hated that these things were corrupting his master. His master had also once had such a book, and every night he would punish him according to the illustrations in it, making Fan Luo suffer terribly each time. Fanluo returned to her room to tidy up the young master's things. The atmosphere in the palace was strange. The regent treated the young master like a puppet. Now that the young master was older, his authority was growing daily, and even the regent was afraid. Now it seemed the topic had turned to the young master's concubines . Every minister wanted to put their daughter in the palace. The young master's thoughts were unclear. That night, after he was covered with the blankets, Fanluo couldn't help but ask, only to be met with a frown and a sigh. Fanluo could only comfort him by stroking his back. When he was little, whenever the young master was uncomfortable, Fanluo would rub his back while massaging his hand with her other hand. The young master would close his eyes and lie there, needing the stroking to continue. If she stopped, he would fidget restlessly, open his eyes, press his head against Fanluo's chest, pull open her clothes, and nibble on her breast. The sound of ceremonial guards sounded outside the door, and the young master rushed in, his face flushed with anger. "Young master," Fanluo hurried over, patting his back. Yang Feng glanced at Fan Luo but remained silent. Fan Luo, being perceptive, knew his young master was afraid of being overheard. Head to head, the young master nestled into Fan Luo's arms, his hand slipping inside her clothes. Fan Luo gently comforted him. The young master whispered in Fan Luo's ear about how the ministers didn't take him seriously. Fan Luo reassured him, "Back in the North, we suffered far more. We couldn't even afford proper food. Now we eat and dress well, so let them make a scene." Yang Feng snorted coldly, "I'll show them who's the master and who's the servant." Fan Luo, thinking Yang Feng was just angry, couldn't resist pinching his cheek. Yang Feng slapped her back, "Did you pinch me?" The blow stunned Fan Luo, leaving her speechless for a long time. Yang Feng seemed to know he had failed, but having been spoiled rotten by Fan Luo since childhood, and possessing an innately pampered nature, and now being a king, he naturally wouldn't bow his head. Fan Luo lowered his head, turned around, and went to the bed to pack his things. A long silence followed. It had been years since they'd been like this. When Fan Luo was little, he'd been angry with Yang Feng for his mischief, only speaking to him again when Yang Feng tugged at his clothes as if about to cry. Fan Luo knew that Yang Feng now didn't care whether he spoke to him or not. But Fan Luo couldn't help feeling this way. When he first entered the palace, he was holding the young master's hand, walking carefully, when suddenly someone pushed him to the ground. "Human! How can such a lowly thing follow the Feng clan!" Silence. The young master's face paled, and he bit his lip, but didn't utter a single word. Fan Luo felt a chill run through him, yet he still remembered how his young master always wanted him by his side. Little did he know, his young master didn't see him as a person at all, not even as an object. So be it. Fan Luo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything was clear. "Young master, are you going to sleep? Would you like to wash your feet?" Fan Luo turned his head. Yang Feng, pale-faced, nodded sluggishly and hurried to the bedside, even taking off his shoes himself. Fan Luo then brought over the water for washing his feet. Yang Feng put his feet in, and Fan Luo washed them gently. Yang Feng watched Fan Luo wash his feet, watching his own feet in Fan Luo's hands. It was late at night, and Fan Luo had her head down, her black hair combed together. Yang Feng couldn't resist reaching out to touch her. He touched her, but Fan Luo didn't react. Yang Feng grew bolder and slipped his hand inside. The smooth feeling made him exhale comfortably, and he lifted his foot. Fan Luo also tilted her head back, not knowing what was happening, when her hair suddenly came loose, blocking his view. With his mouth covered, Fanluo knew that his young master was going to use him as a woman too. "Fanluo!" His young master turned him over, made Fanluo kneel, and then entered him after wetting his mouth with saliva. Fanluo felt unbearable pain, whimpering but trying to endure it for fear of being heard outside.

Yang Feng didn't care about any of that; he kept moving around, cursing and yelling. Fan Luo felt both ashamed and guilty.
**
Being taken advantage of at night had left her in excruciating pain during the day.** She couldn't stand or sit properly. Xiang Tian saw this and rushed over, supporting Fan Luo who seemed about to collapse.
"Are you alright?" Xiang Tian asked.
"Much better." Even with their close relationship, Fan Luo couldn't explain what was wrong, so she fabricated, "I just got up a little too quickly, and my head is a bit dizzy."
"That's good." Xiang Tian was relieved, then asked, "You're not angry with me anymore, are you?"
Fan Luo was puzzled, but quickly remembered and laughed, "Why would I be angry with you? I'm just a little awkward."
"What I said was a bit vulgar, but what man doesn't look?" Xiang Tian said to Fan Luo.
Fan Luo listened to Xiang Tian; he never thought before he spoke, but Fan Luo liked those kinds of words.
Xiang Tian suddenly asked, "Fanluo, do you have a woman you like?"
Fanluo shook her head and said, "Where would I find one?"
Xiang Tian sighed and said, "That's not good. A man always has a woman on his mind, even if he can't have her."
Fanluo looked at Xiang Tian and couldn't help but ask, "Then do you have someone on your mind?"
Although they were friends, Xiang Tian was two years younger than Fanluo, so Fanluo treated Xiang Tian like a younger brother.
Xiang Tian shook his head and said, "I don't have anyone on my mind. What woman would want someone like me?" "
I'm a lowly commoner, so it's even more impossible," Fanluo said.
The two smiled at each other.
Fanluo joked, "Then let's keep an eye on each other, so we can look after each other."
Although it was a joke, the two of them took it a little seriously.
They already often looked after each other, and now they were even more so.
However, the young master was unaware of these matters. Firstly, he usually disregarded the servants, so how would he know which one was the regular guard at his gate? Secondly, Fanluo didn't want Yang Feng to know; Yang Feng was childish, and she feared he might do something rash. Back in the north, Fanluo had once become very close to a young street performer, but Yang Feng, for some reason, constantly criticized the performer, pointing out flaws in their tricks, forcing Fanluo to break off their friendship.
Gradually, Fanluo realized that Xiang Tian was more than just a friend to her.
****
The tea was ready and placed beside Fanluo. Fanluo handed the gold thread from the plate to Xiang Tian.
"Even though it fell on the ground, something's still missing. Try it."
Xiang Tian ate it, and finding it delicious, nodded with a smile.
Fanluo also took a few strands and chewed them carefully.
She wanted to tell him that he could now freely come and go as he pleased, but Fanluo hesitated.
She simply smiled.
Both of them seemed like changed people, barely speaking, yet neither harboring any thought of leaving, only wishing to stay a little longer.
Several
days had passed since the Wind Chasing Banquet, and Fanluo had been frequently accompanying Yang Feng to the front hall. Yang Feng was rather pleased, as he rarely saw Fanluo so enthusiastic, so he went along with it.
Fanluo served in the palace, cautiously looking down. Xiangtian's official rank was still quite low, residing only in a distant place. Lost
in thought, she heard someone present a memorial; it turned out that the once-in-a-century Slow-blooming Luo from the North had blossomed.
That thing was extremely precious in the Heavenly Court, capable of relieving pain, healing wounds, prolonging life, and strengthening the body. Moreover, it was an exceptionally beautiful thing in the world.
Sure enough, Yang Feng was delighted upon hearing this, saying, "Bring that thing up quickly."
Actually, there was no need to bring it up; it was merely three palm-sized white petals, yet they reflected a soft, auspicious light under the sun, making one feel as if they had entered a fairyland.
Yang Feng happily stood up from his seat, personally descended the steps to the three flowers, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
The officials below fawned, "This is extremely precious, a rare find in the world. Your Highness must be careful of its thorns; the flower is highly poisonous. If pricked, the entire body will ooze pus. Only by dissecting the flower and boiling it into a medicinal soup can one be safe, but the flower will be ruined."
"Take it away!" Yang Feng ascended the platform. Having finished his business at court, he bowed and instructed the chief steward beside him, "Wrap the Slow Silk Flower well and send it to the Snow Clan first thing tomorrow morning."
The chief steward nodded and quickly went to do it.
Fan Luo stayed with Yang Feng for a while before returning to her garden. As soon as she arrived, she heard cries of agony. Fan Luo rushed in and saw Fu Chen lying on the bed, groaning.
"Fu Chen?" Fan Luo went over and helped him up. Fu Chen,
tears streaming down his face, said, "I'm in so much pain!"
Fan Luo was terrified; she had never seen anything like it.
"What happened to you?" Fanluo asked hurriedly.
"I...they made me carry that thing, and I got pricked." As soon as Fuchen said this, Fanluo was furious. Those people didn't treat Fuchen like a human being. They made Fuchen do the work because they were afraid of getting pricked, without telling Fuchen to be careful of the thorns.
Seeing that Fuchen was in great pain, Fanluo knew that only the flower of the Senna could save him, so he turned around and ran outside.
He ran all the way back to the palace, where Yang Feng was looking down at the memorials.
As soon as Fanluo saw him, he knelt on the ground and begged, "Please, Your Highness, grant me a Senna, my little servant was pricked by the thorns..."
Before he could finish speaking, the head eunuch next to Yang Feng's face changed, and he said angrily, "Grant you a leaf? Do you know how precious that thing is? Don't even mention the death of a little servant today, even I, the head eunuch, might not be able to exchange for a single leaf."
Fanluo naturally didn't take the head eunuch's words seriously. He just looked up at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng looked up from the table and sneered.
Fanluo said nothing, unable to utter a word, and stood up, retreating. All
he could hear was Fuchen's mournful cry. What was he to do?!
Fanluo had been anxious at first, but now, calming down and realizing there was no solution, he grew increasingly distressed. He sighed and passed by the main hall, where the three alluring flowers stood, their beauty almost blinding.
"These harmful things!" Fanluo thought angrily. Seeing no one around, he steeled himself and rushed inside. If he couldn't have one, he could at least get some petals! Carefully, he plucked a few petals with his fingers. They were tight, but he gritted his teeth and strained to remove them. He held them in his palm, and seeing that the flowers were still largely intact, his courage grew. He couldn't resist touching them again. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his little finger. Fanluo thought, "Oh no!" He saw a cut on his little finger, but no blood. His heart eased slightly.
Thankfully, he hadn't been seriously injured.
Fanluo carefully placed the flower petals in her arms before running back. She immediately poured water and put it on the fire to boil. She then added the petals, and sure enough, a fragrant aroma filled the air.
As she did this,
Fanluo comforted Fuchen on the bed. Although Fuchen was in pain, he remained conscious.
After Fanluo finished boiling the water, she carried Fuchen to drink it.
Fuchen drank some and fell asleep. Fanluo watched him worriedly; red spots had already appeared on Fuchen's body, and she feared they would soon fester.
Time passed slowly, and eventually, the red spots disappeared.
Fan Luo happily wiped his forehead, but then froze as he raised his hand. His arm was covered in red spots. His
head buzzed. Before he could even think, he dashed towards the main hall, hoping to pick a few more petals.
But when he got there, he realized it was already dawn. He had spent the whole night with Xiao Fuchen, and the main hall was empty. They must have already left.
Oh no! Fan Luo stood there, stunned.
A steward saw him and called out, "What are you doing? The King has been looking for you several times. Hurry up and go!"
Fan Luo followed in a daze, kneeling and kowtowing in the hall, wanting to ask Yang Feng for a pet.
But when he looked up, Yang Feng seemed not to see him.
Fan Luo's mouth was dry. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word. What was he doing here? Why had Yang Feng frowned and told him that he couldn't just give him the pet?
Seeing that Fanluo didn't move, Yang Feng looked down at her. Fanluo's lips were moving, clearly indicating she was troubled. Remembering Fanluo's request yesterday, Yang Feng's face darkened.
"Fanluo, don't be ungrateful. That thing is a once-in-a-century occurrence. I've already sent it to Yingying, you know that. Even if only one flower reached Yingying's ears along the way, she has the same thing as a commoner. Do you think she'll like it?"
Sweat dripped down Fanluo's back, and he nodded.
Seeing Fanluo's dejected look, Yang Feng felt inexplicably sullen. He quickly raised his hand and called out, "Fanluo, come here."
Fanluo went over, and Yang Feng dismissed the people around him. Once everyone was gone, he pulled Fanluo close and kissed her several times, his hands reaching into her chest, rubbing her gently.
"Go back and get some sleep. Look how pale you are," Yang Feng said, pinching Fanluo's cheek and pressing his forehead against hers, his tone unusually gentle.
Fanluo nodded and walked out without saying a word.
****
Outside, the sun was already high in the sky.
Fanluo laughed, thinking to himself, "What am I anyway?"
His heart turned cold as he walked out, his steps unsteady.
In the garden, Xiao Fuchen stood in the middle, wearing a robe and waiting for him, her face full of worry.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Fanluo asked Fuchen, holding out his hand; even his fingernails had red spots.
Fuchen grabbed Fanluo, tears welling in his eyes, saying, "I saw those petals, you took them all away, how could you be like this too..."
"Don't cry, how can one fight against fate?" Fanluo said nothing more, only walking towards the house.
Just as he was about to enter, someone rushed in, asking abruptly, "Fanluo, what happened to you again!?" It was
Xiang Tian!
Fanluo turned around and saw Xiang Tian. A mixture of joy, shock, and sorrow welled up inside him, and he couldn't speak.
Xiao Fuchen, seeing it was a regular visitor, quickly grabbed Xiang Tian and burst into tears, mumbling the whole story.
Xiang Tian, known for his straightforward temper and concerned for Fan Luo, exploded upon hearing this.
He grabbed Fan Luo, saying only, "Wait for me!" and then dashed out. Fan Luo didn't react in time; by the time she did, Xiang Tian was already gone.
This was bad!
Fan Luo could only see his retreating figure, muttering, "Don't let him be a burden...
"
Xiang Tian galloped away on the fastest horse in the camp. There was only one road to the Snow Clan, and the messenger delivering the grand gift was naturally the best envoy from the palace.
Xiang Tian was running like his life depended on it. His horse wasn't particularly good, and he had left a little late, so he shouldn't have made it. But Xiang Tian managed to catch up in one go.
He was running like his life depended on it; when the horse stopped, Xiang Tian almost fell off.
Upon seeing the messenger, Xiang Tian was delighted; it was a friend of his who served as a guard.
The man was startled to see Xiang Tian.
"Quickly, give me the things," Xiang Tian said, his voice hoarse, as if he were extremely anxious.
**
Fanluo was already in bed, with Fuchen beside her, tending to her and boiling water.
Fanluo tried to talk to Fuchen at first, but then she couldn't hold on any longer.
Fuchen was so anxious she couldn't even cry anymore. A red welt appeared on Fanluo's neck.
Just then, she heard hurried footsteps, and Xiangtian returned, covered in blood, shouting, "Fanluo!"
**
When Fanluo woke up, it was already dark again.
Fuchen was lying beside her, her little face scrunched up. Fanluo looked up and saw someone lying in the corner.
Fanluo recognized the person, her heart calm and undisturbed. She carefully lifted the covers and went over.
The person was sitting there.
Fanluo lowered her head, looking at his face—dark, with well-defined features; his eyebrows—thick and pleasing; his lips.
Fanluo's gaze fell on those lips, slightly closed. Fanluo's
mouth was dry, and she only swallowed. Finally, she couldn't resist and leaned down, wanting only to press a kiss on those lips.
Their lips met, their tongues intertwining.
The man opened his eyes, his vision clear and sharp.
Their fingers were glued together, yearning for each other.
Xiang and Fanluo became one.
**
Fanluo vaguely knew that doing such a thing behind the young master's back was a capital offense. But this was different from the young master's affair.
Fanluo told Fuchen to go to another room to sleep, that he didn't need to take care of himself.
Closing the door, Fanluo looked at Xiang Tian. Xiang Tian looked at Fanluo.
Fanluo's hands trembled; it was already dark, and he couldn't see clearly inside.
Xiang Tian wanted to light a lamp, but Fanluo quickly pressed his hand down.
Fanluo had marks on his body from the young master; how could he let Xiang Tian see them?
"Fanluo," Xiang Tian asked cautiously, "Are you afraid?"
Fanluo didn't answer; he only bit his lip.
"Fanluo," Xiang Tian leaned back, "I love you, Fanluo."
Fanluo's face moved.
The world was dark, yet Fanluo felt a profound clarity.
Embracing each other, they felt the world spinning.
What was happening? Fan Luo felt like he was dreaming. What was going on?
Xiang Tian hugged him, undressing him, kissing and licking him with tenderness, but his limbs were stiff. Fan Luo was skilled, but he couldn't move. His heart was pounding in his throat.
Xiang Tian rolled Fan Luo over, but hesitated.
Fan Luo turned to look at him, only seeing a pair of eyes shimmering in the darkness.
Xiang Tian didn't move. Fan
Luo couldn't wait any longer. He rolled over again, facing Xiang Tian, and wrapped his legs around Xiang Tian's waist.
"Fan Luo, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Xiang Tian said through gritted teeth.
Fan Luo's hand, which had been groping for Xiang Tian's, stopped.
"It's alright," Fan Luo said, kissing Xiang Tian's earlobe. His young master liked him kissing his earlobe; he wondered if Xiang Tian liked it too.
“…You…wait a minute.” Xiang Tian called out, threw on his clothes, turned around, and ran outside.
The door was half open, and Fan Luo felt cold.
It took her a while to remember that she was a lowly commoner!
Just as she was about to feel bad, the door was opened again, and Xiang Tian came in holding something. He closed the door and leaned closer.
“This will help.” Xiang Tian poured it into his hands.
Fan Luo smelled a sweet, cloying floral scent.
“I got it from Ma Xiang Tianfeng. He always has things to please women. He said this is called ‘condensed cream,’ and it’s the softest thing.” Xiang Tian poured it into his hands as he spoke, finally nodding in satisfaction after kneading it together. He looked up and saw that Fan Luo was crying.
“You…” Xiang Tian was startled, not knowing why Fan Luo was crying.
Fan Luo quickly wiped away her tears, hugged Xiang Tian, and said, “It’s okay, I just really like you.”
Xiang Tian hugged Fan Luo back, breathing heavily.
Dawn broke.
Fan Luo opened her eyes and sniffed Xiang Tian’s hair.
Xiang Tian smelled of sweat; neither of them had washed last night, and Fan Luo knew he must smell bad too.
Xiang Tian had been awake for a while, and he opened his eyes as well.
Fan Luo blushed and shrank back into the covers.
Xiang Tian rolled over and pressed himself against him, kissing Fan Luo's face.
Fan Luo reached out and touched Xiang Tian's hair.
"Does it hurt?" Xiang Tian asked.
Fan Luo shook his head. He was used to this kind of intimacy. Xiang Tian had been so careful last night, and although Xiang Tian had become more active later, Fan Luo felt completely comfortable, unlike what he experienced with his young master.
"If only it could always be like this," Xiang Tian said, resting his head on Fan Luo's shoulder. Fan
Luo felt a pang of heartache.
Xiang Tian, oblivious, continued, "Once I've rendered meritorious service, I'll ask the King for you." Fan Luo
's expression darkened further.
Seeing that Fan Luo didn't answer, Xiang Tian looked up. "What's wrong?"
Fan Luo shook his head.
Xiang Tian was busy thinking, but his mind wasn't very sharp. The two were currently deeply in love, so how could he possibly guess what was on Fan Luo's mind?
Fan Luo simply patted Xiang Tian's head.
Suddenly, Xiang Tian realized something and quickly grabbed Fan Luo's hand, holding it tightly. He said, word by word, "Fan Luo, I don't want you to be my servant, I want you to be my..." Xiang Tian was flustered and didn't know what to say, "I don't care about you. I have a younger brother, and I've already spoken to my father about letting him inherit the family business. So you'll have to farm now, earn some money, and once I've won you over, I'll take you with me, just the two of us..."
Although Xiang Tian said this in a moment of panic, it was something he had been pondering for many days, only in his dreams. It was nothing like the vivid reality he felt today. As he spoke, Xiang Tian felt happy and hugged Fan Luo even tighter.
Fan Luo was somewhat swayed by Xiang Tian's words, but then she remembered her sordid affair in her master's bed, and her heart ached as if being cut by a knife.
Xiang Tian hugged and stroked Fan Luo, his touch reaching her back. He couldn't resist flipping her over and reaching for a bottle of ointment from the bedside table.
Fan Luo spread her legs and closed her eyes.
There was no movement for a long time. Fan Luo turned her head, her face pale.
Xiang Tian stared blankly at Fan Luo's back. He hadn't seen it clearly last night, but now, in the light, the distinct teeth marks on her back were clear, yet Xiang Tian knew he hadn't done that.
Looking at Fan Luo again, she only lowered her head and buried it under the covers.
Fan
Luo put on her clothes and said, "This was all done by my master."
Xiang Tian was speechless.
Fan Luo could only think about Xiang Tian's thoughts—how would a subject feel knowing he had slept with the same lowly commoner as his master?
Fan Luo opened the door to go out, and Xiang Tian didn't stop him.
Once outside, the sunlight shone brightly on Fan Luo's face, and when he reached out, he felt his hands were empty. Suddenly, someone hugged him from behind. "
Fan Luo, you've suffered so much," Xiang Tian said. Xiang Tian hadn't gone home all day, and Fan Luo felt like he was in a dream. If his young master hadn't called him in the afternoon, Fan Luo wouldn't have known that one could be as happy as an immortal by doing nothing. Held in Xiang Tian's arms, he didn't need to say anything; they just sat there, without even eating. Xiang Tian asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Fan Luo only pulled at Xiang Tian and said, "I'm not hungry, and I don't want to eat. Just stay with me a little longer." Xiang Tian nodded, only holding Fan Luo even tighter. People who came to call Fan Luo usually stood in his garden and called out. The people of Fengyun Pavilion disliked being near Fan Luo, afraid of tainting themselves. Upon hearing this, Fan Luo's body trembled, but Xiang Tian simply held him down, preventing him from getting up. Fanluo, however, wanted to get up. Xiangtian looked at Fanluo without speaking, but his eyes told her he didn't want her to go to the young master. Fanluo hugged Xiangtian's head and kissed him. The two kissed passionately, then Fanluo let go, stood up, dressed, and walked out without a word. Someone was waiting outside. Fanluo knew that person had a whip and rope. Fanluo endured for a few days, following Yang Feng to the morning court, seeing Xiangtian from afar but not clearly, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. At night, Yang Feng touched Fanluo, and Fanluo's mind was filled with Xiangtian's image; once, she almost called out Xiangtian's name. While Fanluo was suffering, little did she know that the sky was about to change color. Yingying sent a letter by fast horse. Yang Feng was overjoyed and opened it himself, but his expression changed after reading it. The courtyard was full of kneeling people, all the servants who had looked after and delivered flowers recently. Fanluo only lowered her head. Yang Feng clenched his fists angrily and said, "These damned servants dared to switch the Manluo flowers! Yingying sent a letter saying that if they didn't have them, they shouldn't send them. Sending those withered branches and leaves, mixed with fakes, is unacceptable!" Fanluo gasped, knowing that this matter was inextricably linked to her and Xiang Tian. Her heart was entirely with Xiang Tian. Outside in the courtyard, whips were already lashing, and shouts filled the air. The head steward quickly rushed in, knelt down upon seeing Yang Feng, and glanced at Fanluo beside Yang Feng with a cold smile. Fanluo shivered and knelt down as well, hurriedly interrupting the head steward. Her words rolled out like beads. "It's this servant's fault. I begged Manluo but didn't get any. On my way back, I saw some placed in the hall and ran to pick a few petals." Fan Luo paused, unsure whether to reveal Xiang Tian's matter. The head steward, easing Fan Luo's hesitation, reported, "A reckless imperial guard commander has stolen one. He's right outside." Yang Feng sneered, "Why don't you take him out and kill him? What are you doing here getting in my way?"

Fan Luo burst into tears, trembling uncontrollably. Already kneeling, she grabbed Yang Feng's sleeve, pleading, "Spare him! Young Master, spare him! He did it for me! Just kill me already..."
Yang Feng was stunned; he had never seen Fan Luo like this before. He tried to pull his sleeve away but couldn't. Yang Feng took
a step back and said in a deep voice, "Alright, I'll spare him for now. Tell me slowly."
Fan Luo calmed her tone, then slowly recounted to Yang Feng how she obtained the flower petals, how she was pricked, and how Xiang Tian saved her.
Yang Feng, with a sly smile, asked, "Xiang Tian?"
Fan Luo then told him about 30% of Xiang Tian's story.
Yang Feng simply nodded, unsure of what to feel. He felt a heavy weight on his chest, a dull ache in his voice. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "You're quite something, actually knowing someone like this behind my back."
Fan Luo quickly added, "He's like my younger brother."
Yang Feng fell silent, ordering someone to bring Xiang Tian in. He wanted to see just what kind of person he was.
Xiang Tian was brought in.
The already dark-skinned and thin man was now bound and gagged. Knowing that Fan Luo had been by the king's side for the past few days, he hadn't been eating or sleeping well, and he looked as if he had aged ten years.
Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the man's appearance, thinking: "Such an ugly person, I feel uncomfortable even looking at him."
But Fan Luo and this man had dared to ruin his plans, which displeased Yang Feng.
He ordered the men outside to stop whipping the whip and glanced at Fan Luo.
"Look what you've done," Yang Feng said, his eyes sweeping over Fan Luo's face.
Fan Luo's face turned deathly pale; she was terrified and still kneeling on the ground.
Yang Feng really wanted to hug Fan Luo and hold her in his arms, letting himself be caressed.
Fan Luo, however, had no idea of Yang Feng's thoughts. Seeing his silence, she was nearly scared to death. She desperately hoped Xiang Tian wouldn't be hurt; even dying twice wouldn't make up for it.
Xiang Tian, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed. Fan
Luo wanted to save Xiang Tian, but he insisted on taking all the blame.
The two of them would brood together, and talk together when they wanted to.
Fan Luo said, "I was the one who switched the flowers and stole the conversation. If you want to kill me, kill me."
Xiang Tian said, "You were the one who switched them. What's your relationship with the people outside and Fan Luo inside?"
Fan Luo angrily retorted, "Shut up!"
Yang Feng, watching from above, clearly saw how short-tempered Fan Luo was. He stroked his chin and beckoned to her with his finger.
Fan Luo crawled over.
Yang Feng stood up. "Come with me," he said
lightly, the three words reaching Fan Luo's ears.
Fan Luo followed him. Once inside the hall, Yang Feng dismissed everyone,
leaving Fan Luo behind.
Fan Luo's eyes widened in disbelief.
Yang Feng leaned in and hugged Fan Luo tightly, resting his head on Fan Luo's shoulder. "You troublemaker! Now you've offended Yingying. I'll have to think of so many ways to appease her."
Fan Luo was about to be happy when he heard Yang Feng's tone soften. But
Yang Feng had already loosened Fan Luo's belt.
Fan Luo knew what Yang Feng was going to do. Afraid of displeasing Yang Feng, Fan Luo yielded.
Fan Luo knelt on the ground, Yang Feng grabbing his hair with one hand and his waist with the other. He pressed against Fan Luo's chest, holding his hair.
Fan Luo gritted his teeth and remained silent. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Fan Luo!" Yang Feng called his name.
Fan Luo only twisted his hips to yield, whimpering but not daring to make a sound. He knew that with Xiang Tian in his mind and Yang Feng's body against him, he was going to go crazy sooner or later!
Those outside had no idea what was happening inside. They only assumed that Fanluo was begging for mercy, and Xiangtian was pale and heartbroken. He had clearly seen Yang Feng staring into Fanluo's eyes, as if Fanluo was about to skin him alive.
For a moment, Xiangtian was filled with bitterness, anger, hatred, and pity.
He didn't dare think about it... Xiangtian
's
matter was barely over. Afterwards, Yang Feng actually said to Fanluo, "If you think that person is your brother, then keep him by your side! Consider him your helper."
Fanluo was overjoyed, constantly trying to please Yang Feng that night, afraid that Yang Feng would change his mind.
But Fanluo soon realized how foolish he had been. Xiangtian had vaguely known about him before, but now Xiangtian was watching him every day.
Every night, Fanluo would go to the young master's room. Of course, the young master wasn't there to chat. Xiangtian knew this, but he didn't speak, only standing far away at the door. Several times, Fanluo came out of the young master's room and saw Xiangtian waiting at the door.
Fan Luo quickly lowered her head and walked forward, with Xiang Tian following behind.
Fortunately, Yang Feng was going to the Snow Clan in less than half a month.
The ministers had submitted a memorial requesting Yang Feng to establish a concubine, so naturally, Yang Feng had to go to the Snow Clan to propose marriage.
The Snow Clan were extremely proud, and Fan Luo was not qualified to go. She stayed behind.
Before leaving, Yang Feng summoned her to his side, and that night he held Fan Luo in his arms,
saying, "I might be gone for ten days or half a month, should I take you with me?" Fan Luo quickly said, "That's not a good idea."
Yang Feng stroked Fan Luo's hair and said, "I know." He kissed Fan Luo's hair and pressed her onto the bed.
**
No sooner had Yang Feng left than Fan Luo arrived at Xiang Tian's place.
When Xiang Tian held Fan Luo, both of them had tears in their eyes.
Fan Luo said, "I'm sorry."
Xiang Tian covered his mouth and said, "Don't say it, don't say it."
Fan Luo smiled again and said to Xiang Tian, "When the young master married Yingying, I told him to let me go while he was happy."
Xiang Tian didn't say anything, but just hugged Fan Luo in his arms. Now that they were closer, Xiang Tian had looked into Yang Feng's eyes several times, and there was Fan Luo's shadow in them. Xiang Tian hugged Fan Luo tightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Xiang Tian lived with Fan Luo, watching over the courtyard during the day and making love in bed at night.
One night, Xiang Tian was hugging Fan Luo and talking softly when he heard a sound outside. Fan Luo's face turned pale. He heard it clearly; it was Yang Feng's mount—Feng Xiang.
Feng Xiang was the fastest celestial beast in the world, extremely difficult to tame. The first time Xiang Tian rode it, he was thrown off hard. No one else could even get close. It took Xiang Tian a whole year to tame this beast. Later, Fanluo was put in charge of feeding it. But then people in the palace gossiped about it being from a lowly family, so Fanluo stopped feeding it.
Besides Fengxiang, Yang Feng also kept the most bloodthirsty beasts in the world. Fanluo mentioned it to Yang Feng several times, but he insisted on keeping them. He kept them near the dungeon, feeding them to those sentenced to death. Every time they passed by, they could hear screams of agony.
Xiangtian had just gotten off the bed with his clothes when the door opened, and Xiangtian jumped off the bed.
He heard Yang Feng's nonchalant voice say, "Fanluo."
Fanluo went over tremblingly, and Yang Feng pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Yang Feng said, "Snow City is incredibly boring. There's no one to talk to. Yingying didn't even come to see me."
Fanlu smiled cautiously as Yang Feng walked straight to the bed.
Fanlu quickly followed, saying, "My bed is a mess."
Yang Feng sat on the bed nonchalantly, lying back, when suddenly he smelled a odor. He couldn't help but sniff the blankets and squinted, "Why do you smell like that?"
"I need to wash," Fanlu said, pulling Yang Feng over. "Let's go to your place. Why did you suddenly come back?"
"I snuck back. I have to go back first thing tomorrow morning." Yang Feng didn't move, grabbing Fanlu's outstretched hand and pulling her to his side, pressing her down and groping her.
Fanlu wasn't wearing much underneath, and Yang Feng had been accumulating for several days. He busied himself taking off his clothes, saying, "You have to make me feel good tonight."
Fanlu thought of Xiang Tian under the bed, gritted her teeth, and tried to push Yang Feng away.
Yang Feng didn't pay attention at first, but after being pushed a few times, he became impatient, pinning Fanlu's hands down and thrusting himself inside her.
Fanlu felt her head buzzing, clenching her teeth to keep quiet.
Yang Feng felt comfortable, saying, "So comfortable..."
Xiang Tian, hiding under the bed, felt a chill in his heart, his hands burning with desire. He wanted to stand up and shout, "Let go!"
But his body remained frozen, unable to move. Fan Luo
couldn't bear it any longer, crying out, "Slow down."
"Slow down." Yang Feng hugged him, flipped Fan Luo backward, spread his buttocks apart, and thrust in again.
"Scream!" Yang Feng suddenly felt something was missing, grabbing Fan Luo's chin and saying, "Let me hear your voice."
Fan Luo struggled on the bed, his hair disheveled, a few strands falling off the bed. Xiang Tian looked up, seeing only those few strands of hair in the dark room, and couldn't help but lean in to sniff. Fan Luo crawled forward a few times, his lower body in great pain, his hand reaching out and falling off the bed.
His fingers were touched.
His little finger was entangled, and Fan Luo moaned softly.
Xiang Tian grasped the little finger and covered his mouth.
All that could be heard was Yang Feng shouting, "Fanluo, you're so good there..."
After
they finished, Yang Feng nestled against Fanluo and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing him fast asleep, Fanluo turned her head to look under the bed. There, she saw a pair of watery eyes. Fanluo bit her lip, then extended a finger. Her middle finger was put in someone's mouth, slowly licked, and then bitten.
Fanluo quickly pulled it back. The night seemed endlessly long. Before dawn, Fanluo shook Yang Feng awake.
Yang Feng rolled over and pinned Fanluo down, saying, "Let me sleep a little longer."
"If you sleep any longer, we won't make it back to Snow City," Fanluo said.
Yang Feng mumbled incoherently, "Stinky Fanluo..." He opened his eyes, pulled Fanluo's head to kiss her, then licked his lips with lingering pleasure, and smiled, "Fanluo, wait a few more days, and I'll be back. Then I can hold you and sleep again. I haven't been sleeping well these past few days."
Fanluo stroked Yang Feng's hair and said, "Once you're made a concubine, you have to sleep with your concubine."
Yang Feng, still half-awake, half-whining, said, "Then Fanluo will just stay by your side."
Fanluo smiled.
This time, Yang Feng sat up in bed and was helped to get dressed by Fanluo.
After dressing him, Fanluo tugged at Yang Feng's collar, looked him over, and then felt relieved.
"Fanluo, that Yingying hasn't come to see me. It's really making me feel terribly bored," Yang Feng couldn't help but complain.
Fanluo comforted him, "As long as you're sincere with her, she'll definitely know. She'll fall in love with you too. Mutual love is the greatest blessing in this world."
Yang Feng didn't quite understand.
Fan Luo only gave a vague smile. Weren't he and Xiang Tian already one?
Yang Feng stared at Fan Luo's face and suddenly said, "Fan Luo, I'll give you the garden!"
Fan Luo was stunned for a moment and said, "I already have a garden. Isn't this it?"
The people in the palace looked down on him because he was a lowly commoner. Fan Luo couldn't live in the palace at all and could only live in the most remote little place.
Yang Feng realized something was off. He hugged Fan Luo, resting his head on her shoulder. "Fan Luo,"
he called softly, swaying her gently. "Come with me! Those people are cold; Fan Luo is warmer."
Fan Luo remained expressionless, thinking of Xiang Tian under the bed. He quickly pulled Yang Feng back, urging, "Go quickly! It'll be bad if Yingying finds out."
Yang Feng released her, leaped up, and whistled. The wind howled outside. As Yang Feng opened the door, he suddenly remembered something. The sun hadn't risen yet, and it was still dark, so his expression wasn't clear. He turned back to Fan Luo, half-squatting, and took her hand, still on the bed, pressing it to his face. He paused for a moment, then let go. Without saying a word, Yang
Feng rode off on the wind. Fan Luo watched him go before lowering her head to call Xiang Tian under the bed. She had almost scared him to death that night.
Xiang Tian came out and glanced at Fan Luo.
Fanluo shuddered.
Xiangtian grabbed Fanluo and began to tear at her on the bed, but stopped when he reached Fanluo's neck, hugging her and sobbing.
"Let's go!" Xiangtian said, "I can't take this anymore." Fanluo looked at Xiangtian, remembering everything that had happened recently, and what Yang Feng had said earlier. Fanluo was also a little scared; what if Yang Feng didn't let him go?
"Let's go," Fanluo said, grabbing Xiangtian's hand. "I know a place that leads outside."
The thought of leaving gave Fanluo a headache. How could she leave? If Yang Feng found out, would he send people to chase her? Although she was a lowly commoner, running away from the palace would definitely displease Yang Feng.
Seeing Fanluo's troubled expression, Xiangtian had already figured out how to leave.
"I'll get two corpses. You wait here, and then we'll think of a way to make people think they're ours."
This idea was ultimately suggested by Fuchen.
Fanluo asked Fuchen, "Do you want to come with us?"
Although Fuchen was a child, he already understood what Xiangtian had been doing here all these days. Hearing Fanluo's words, Fuchen's face paled slightly, and he said, "I'm not going with you. There's food here. I'm afraid I'll go hungry if I go with you."
"Then... alright!" Fanluo said, a little disappointed.
Fuchen looked at Fanluo and said, "The king has many horses. Just say you're going to feed the horses, and be careful when you come back. Throw the corpses under the horses and trample them. Even the gods won't recognize you then. I'll just say that Xiangtian was trampled to death while trying to save you, and then you can leave, right?"
Xiangtian was decisive and immediately asked someone to buy two corpses of lowly commoners, saying they were to feed his own beasts.
With everything settled, Fanluo glanced at the garden where she had lived for several years. This farewell would be forever. Although she thought of Yang Feng, she felt no lingering attachment. Yang Feng had found someone he loved and was no longer the child he once was; he must be very happy.
Fanluo then led them to the dry well in the garden.
Upon entering, Xiang Tian discovered that the place below was incredibly large. Fanluo led the way, saying, "This is the refuge of past kings, and there are many treasures inside!"
Fanluo was amazed when Yang Feng first brought her here, and it was because of this that Yang Feng arranged for her to stay here.
Yang Feng said, "Keep an eye on this for me. If I ever become unwell, I'll come and rely on you."
Fan Luo just smiled. Besides this secret passage, Yang Feng also liked to store his collected items here, so when Xiang Tian saw the treasures shimmering with countless lights, he was almost speechless with astonishment.
Xiang Tian was a martial artist, and seeing the hundreds of exquisitely crafted short swords hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but touch them a few times.
Fan Luo reached out and took one, placing it in Xiang Tian's hand, saying, "Take this."
Xiang Tian was stunned.
Fan Luo quickly said, "There are many treasures here; Yang Feng might not even notice if one is missing. Besides, this one isn't really a treasure. Just take it!"
Xiang Tian really liked it, so he put it in his arms and pulled Fan Luo outside.
Outside, as Fan Luo had said, was a valley.
Xiang Tian stopped outside and looked at Fan Luo.
The two looked at each other, both thinking, "From now on, the world is vast, and with this person before me, even if I die right now, I will have no regrets!"

Fu Chen had his reasons for staying. Although he was just a child, he had considered Fan Luo his family ever since she rescued him. If Fan Luo wanted to leave, he would naturally want to go with her no matter what. However, Fu Chen understood that Fan Luo was going to be with Xiang Tian. Fan Luo was kind to him, but Fu Chen couldn't accept that kindness. So he simply stayed and watched the changes in the palace.
When Yang Feng returned, Fu Chen became afraid. He didn't know if Yang Feng knew the news. His status was too low; he was a commoner. Before, with Fan Luo around, he received some care, but now the situation was different. Fu Chen vaguely heard people say that Yang Feng seemed to know about Fan Luo's situation and had her body thrown into a mass grave without even checking it.
Fu Chen felt relieved, but then saddened for Fan Luo. This Fan Luo had wholeheartedly served and cared for such a person. When Fu Chen was by Fan Luo's side, he had heard her talk about some things from the past, and Fu Chen felt only heartache.
A few days later, Fu Chen, who had been hiding in the garden, suddenly heard a series of wailing cries while sitting inside the gate. Peeking out to inquire, he learned that some servant had offended Yang Feng and had been skinned alive. To prevent further damage, the servant had been nailed to a platform beforehand.
Fu Chen was terrified. Later, people in the palace said that Yang Feng's personality had drastically changed because he had been rejected when he went out to propose marriage.
Fu Chen was alarmed, but thought it was fortunate that Fan Luo and the others had left. Fan Luo, though gentle, was quick to speak up when things got serious. She had told him that she had injured herself several times trying to stop Yang Feng from getting angry. If Fan Luo were still alive, Yang Feng might take his anger out on her.
Fu Chen was no longer the same as before; the child was hungry and ate a lot, and no one in the palace cared about feeding him. He had no choice but to go out and find something to eat, eating whatever was left over. That day, he went out under cover of darkness and finally found some leftovers lying on the ground. He filled a bowl with them and prepared to eat them when he got back.
As soon as he entered the garden, Fu Chen felt something was strange. He had clearly closed the door, so why was it open?
The place where Fan Luo used to live was open. Fu Chen looked inside and was so frightened that he couldn't stand up. With a clatter, the things in his hands fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
The person lying on the bed sat up, saw Fu Chen, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I've always lived here," Fu Chen said, his mind filled with the image of the skinned person, a mass of blood, which made him tremble uncontrollably.
Yang Feng smoothed his hair and asked softly, "Oh, you live here..."
Fu Chen felt that the voice was light and airy. It seemed that Wang Zhen was heartbroken over Ying Ying.
"When did you arrive?" Wang asked from the bed.
It was getting dark, and Fuchen couldn't see the king sitting inside. He cautiously replied, "It's been half a year."
"Half a year. He's mentioned you to me a few times. Come closer," the person inside said.
Fuchen mustered his courage and went over, unable to resist looking up. The king's appearance had changed drastically; his eyes were sunken. Fuchen then knelt on the ground.
The king looked at the child before him and asked, "Is Fanluo good to you?"
Fuchen didn't know how to answer, and after a long pause, he said, "He treats me very well, and he's never angry with me." He
couldn't help but steal a glance at the man's expression.
The man actually smiled, and instantly his whole demeanor softened.
“He gets angry sometimes, but he’s usually very good-tempered and agrees with everything I say.” After saying this, the king couldn’t help but mutter, “Back then, when I climbed a tree, he was frantically calling to me from below, afraid I’d fall.”
The king’s words reminded Fu Chen of when he first arrived, and he chimed in, “Yes, when I climbed a tree, he was just like that, terrified I’d fall. I’m very good at climbing trees, and I told him several times, but he wouldn’t allow it.”
“Is that so?” The young king, high above, seemed pleased. “I guess I scared him when I was little. I have a deep scar on my left shoulder from falling from a tree back then, bleeding so much, it terrified him. I was in so much pain then, and he even hit me…”
Fu Chen looked up, remaining silent.
Fu Chen suddenly felt unreal. How could he be in this strange place, talking to the king about these things? But Fu Chen was already inside. He knelt on the ground.
The young king asked him, "Which of Fanluo's clothes did he like best? I remember he liked green."
Fuchen suddenly remembered that Fanluo seemed to have taken the green jacket with him when he left, and quickly said, "It should be the blue one."
"Is that so?" The young king didn't seem to mind any disrespect, but just smiled and said, "I thought he liked green; he always wore that one."
Fuchen's eyes stung, and after a long while, he said, "He only had three: one red, one green, and one blue. He didn't like the red one."
"Only two?" The young king looked at Fuchen in surprise.
Fuchen realized he had spoken out of turn and wanted to hold back, but all the words and grievances in his heart, all the little things about Fanluo, floated before his eyes. Fuchen raised his head and slowly replied clearly, "There were only two. The palace issues three sets of clothes a year. I only stayed for half a year and encountered it once. Everyone had one, but Fanluo didn't."
The young king nodded but didn't speak.
Fuchen wanted to leave, but he remained kneeling there because the young king didn't speak.
The room was quiet; it was already dark, and there was nothing left inside.
When a person reaches this point, they no longer care about anything.
After a long while, the young king said, "Come closer."
Fu Chen moved closer.
"Tell me about him—I can't remember much."
Fu Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and knew he would never see him again. Fan Luo had gone to a faraway place to accompany his Xiang Tian.
Fu Chen began to talk about the Fan Luo he knew, the Fan Luo who always smiled and took care of others, the Fan Luo who was as gentle as water.
Fu Chen was originally a quiet child, but later he learned to talk more from Fan Luo. However, he was still tongue-tied. Fu Chen didn't know how well he was speaking, but the person above remained silent. As he continued speaking, Fu Chen felt his mouth go dry, and stopping made him feel terrified and cold-hearted. It took
a long time for the person above to speak.
"Does Fanluo like lotus porridge? No wonder he ate it for me once when I didn't finish it. Lotus flowers are quite rare; sixteen bloomed that year. I kept three because I didn't really like the taste. Of the extra thirteen, I gave three to the ministers and sent ten to Yingying. Later, Yingying didn't like them and had them returned. In a fit of anger, I ordered the lotus flowers to be thrown on the ground and trampled by horses. When Fanluo heard this, he frowned and cried out in distress..." The king's face was obscured in the darkness.
Fuchen suddenly had a strange feeling, as if something was flashing in the shadows, but Fuchen felt it wasn't.
"Later, he picked up all the lotus flowers, rinsed them with water, and cooked porridge for me to drink together," Fuchen continued.
If Fuchen initially thought this scene was unreal, what followed terrified him, for he heard a young man crying—a cry that had been suppressed for a long time.
Listening to the cries sent chills down Fu Chen's spine. Time ticked by, and Fu Chen knelt on the ground, feeling an intense chill run through his body. The sobs seemed to be trying to tear his heart out. Fu Chen still felt a little disoriented, but as he came to his senses, he understood a bit.
He must like Fan Luo, right?
Fu Chen's heart softened. After all, Fu Chen was just a child. He liked Fan Luo, and seeing someone else who shared his feelings for her made him feel a sense of kinship. Besides, Fan Luo wasn't really dead. He crawled over and tried to comfort the person, "Your Majesty, don't be too sad."
But it was no use. Fu Chen almost blurted out, "Fan Luo isn't dead! Find her and bring her back to treat her well!"
But then Fu Chen thought again, Fan Luo was already gone. Although he longed for Fan Luo to return, what would happen to Xiang Tian if this king found her? Fu Chen swallowed his words.
The night passed quickly; Fu Chen's mind raced, and before he knew it, dawn was breaking.
The man stood up and said to Fu Chen, "You must not utter a single word about what happened today..."
Fu Chen quickly bowed.
The man flicked his sleeve and left.
Cold sweat streamed down Fu Chen's back.
**
Xiang Tian led Fan Luo on a journey, and within a few days they left Feng City. The two then discussed going to the Northern Lands. Firstly, Fan Luo was familiar with the area, and secondly, it was considered a place of exile, with fewer people, and generally, no one went there. Although it was hard, both were very happy.**
Along the way, when they arrived at a restaurant, Fan Luo carefully listened to the surrounding whispers, fearing something might happen. Fortunately, nothing did occur, except for some gossip about Ying Ying rejecting Yang Feng's marriage proposal, which was now widely discussed.
Fan Luo was glad she hadn't waited until then; thankfully, she had left long ago.
Xiang Tian remained silent. Seeing that nothing had happened for several days, Fan Luo said to Xiang Tian, "Don't worry! Young Master must be heartbroken over Ying Ying's situation..."
Xiang Tian glanced at Fan Luo, said nothing, but simply held Fan Luo's hand in his own.
Fan Luo's face flushed slightly.
Xiang Tian pressed Fan Luo's hand to his face.
That smile was sweet to the core.
Xiang
Tian's money was running out, so he discussed it with Fan Luo. They chose a secluded spot and rented a small house. Fan Luo knew how to grow some things, but the harvest wouldn't come until next year. Xiang Tian worked for the locals, barely making ends meet. Life was tough, but neither of them complained.
That night, Fan Luo hugged Xiang Tian and said, "Next year, when all the things I planted have borne fruit, we can buy some meat."
Xiang Tian nodded, and the next day he bought meat.
Xiang Tian put the meat in Fan Luo's bowl, and Fan Luo asked him, "Where did you get the money?"
Xiang Tian chuckled and said, "I got extra money from helping someone."
Fan Luo believed him. Later, when they went to bed, Fan Luo noticed that the short knife Xiang Tian usually carried was gone.
"That thing is useless to me now, I'm not fighting anymore," Xiang Tian said, taking off his clothes and hugging Fan Luo, kissing her ear.
Fanluo asked Xiangtian, "Aren't you going back? Your father is getting old, don't you miss them?"
Xiangtian, while undressing Fanluo, said, "I miss them. I just want to see them from afar someday. My father has my younger brother, but I only have you."
Fanluo smiled and nodded, then kissed Xiangtian.
Head to head, body to body, even the coldest night didn't feel cold.
Spring arrived in the blink of an eye, and the seeds Fanluo planted sprouted, filling the garden. At night, Fanluo and Xiangtian would sit in the garden chatting. When they got tired, Xiangtian would carry Fanluo back to the house. After closing the
door, they would sleep together, embracing each other. They didn't have much money, only enough for a quilt and a pillow. Later, when they had a little more money, they realized there was no need to buy more.
Fanluo always liked to rest her head on Xiangtian's chest.
Suddenly, she heard the door open in the night. Fanluo opened her eyes, the light blinding her, and then she opened them again to see the person in front of her.
As if in a dream, the young master stood before the bed, his face deathly pale, a torch in his hand.
Fanluo thought she was dreaming, turned to look at Xiangtian, and nudged him.
Xiangtian was already awake, sitting on the bed. Before
Fanluo could react, Xiangtian was grabbed by the neck and thrown out.
Fanluo, still dazed, screamed and reached for the young master's hand, only to be slapped across the face by the young master's thunderous roar: "You wretched woman!" Tied to a horse and dragged along, Fanluo pleaded, "Let me see Xiangtian." The night had passed, and Fanluo knew she had been captured again. She didn't understand how she had been discovered, but in this world, as long as she remained within the Feng Clan's territory, this was inevitable. The head steward rode over, sneering, "You lowly commoner, how dare you steal the King's treasured sword! If someone hadn't seen the royal insignia on it..." Fanluo pleaded, tears streaming down her face, "I'm the thief! Please, plead with the King for me! Punish me alone..." "And who do you think you are?" the head steward said. Fanluo just looked around, weeping. There was no sign of Xiang Tian. Last night, Xiang Tian had been thrown out by the young master, and she hadn't heard Xiang Tian cry out. Xiang Tian was probably afraid of upsetting him. If only she hadn't brought that sword out; now the young master was probably furious. Why did he bring that knife with him when he came out? Since it was placed in the secret passage, it must have been the young master's cherished possession. How could he have taken it? He's a lowly commoner… It's all his fault that Xiang Tian was implicated. He thought he wouldn't find out… He was taken back and imprisoned. Whenever Fan Luo saw someone, he would plead, “Where is Xiang Tian? Please tell the King, I stole the knife! It has nothing to do with Xiang Tian! I stole it!” The next day, the Grand Eunuch arrived with several men. He entered with a cold smile and said to Fan Luo through the cell door, “I've felt uneasy ever since you, you lowly commoner, entered the palace. Today, your death is near.” Fan Luo followed the men, with the Grand Eunuch leading the way. Fan Luo followed behind, the journey extremely bumpy . He didn't even notice his own feet, swaying unsteadily.

Inside the Fengyun Pavilion, Yang Feng was thinking about Fan Luo, that bitch. He silently repeated the image in his mind: her head and hands pressed together on the bed, facing two people. He felt a burning rage within him. Yang Feng slammed his fist on the table in hatred, feeling that even tearing that person apart wouldn't quell his hatred. He thought about how the head steward would bring Fan Luo soon, and he would... he would... Yang Feng suddenly hesitated, unsure of what to do. This Fan Luo, this Fan Luo, Yang Feng murmured, "She slept with someone else, that bitch." As he muttered this, he remembered Fan Luo's alluring body and swallowed hard. He should lock her up in the garden. He locked her up, then suddenly thought, he couldn't let anyone else touch her. Yes, not even look at her. He had to punish her. Even if Fan Luo knelt and begged him, he couldn't let her off easily. She had to understand, that bitch.
Yang Feng paced back and forth in the main hall, his eyes fixed on the door, anxious yet also a little afraid. He had brought the man to the palace yesterday, and hadn't spoken to him or even looked at him the entire way. His health was still…
Perhaps he should let him off the hook for now, as long as he begged for mercy, as long as he promised they would be like before…
Yang Feng looked out the door. The wind blew, and Yang Feng thought, there are still two lotus blossoms in the palace. If Fan Luo promised not to think about that person, he would give them all to Fan Luo. Fan Luo would be very happy. He had to tell Fan Luo that as long as he treated him the same as before, he would give her good food and nice clothes.
Thinking of this, Yang Feng couldn't wait to see Fan Luo. If Fan Luo knelt down and begged for mercy first, he could hug her…
The wind blew, and petals swirled and drifted. The annual Wind Chasing Banquet was approaching again.
Fu
Chen, who had already received the news, was kneeling outside the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, his small body trembling in the wind. Seeing the Grand Eunuch approaching from afar, he cried and went to beg for mercy. But he didn't see Fan Luo behind the Grand Steward.
The Grand Steward snorted coldly and said, "Why are you still asking him? You wretched man, you've let him off too easily. Just now, I took some men to bring him here, and he was crying and making a scene the whole way, insisting on sparing that person. I told him, it's too late. Didn't you hear yesterday? When that person came back, he was barely breathing. The king was furious, and last night he had him sliced into pieces, throwing each piece to the crippled beasts, who ate it until this morning..."
Fu Chen stared intently at the Grand Steward.
The head steward was startled by the boy's eyes. Knowing this was someone the king would need in the future, he forced himself to remain calm and said, "He just stood there and wouldn't leave. I told him to hurry up, but isn't it strange? He actually laughed, let out a cry, and ran towards the beast. In a few moments, the beast devoured him, skin and bones. What a nuisance! Even in death, he's causing trouble. I have to tell the king quickly. This wretched man knows his crime is grave and is afraid of being severely punished, so he'll die first."
"Alright, go quickly." Fu Chen's small body trembled in the wind, revealing a chilling smile. "Go and tell him quickly. Your master is waiting anxiously."
The head steward couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He walked quickly up the steps, puzzled, and glanced inside. Yang Feng was looking at him. He quickly gave a fawning smile. "Your Majesty, I failed in my duty. That wretched man fed himself to the beast."

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